A/N: This one's strange, but slightly random. I hope you like it and I just wanted to let you know I appreciate reviews! In fact, I love them! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, but Trinity and James are mine!

"Booth" the agent answered his phone. "It's me" Brennan's voice whispered. He looked at the clock on his bedside table. 2:00 am. "Bones, I know I said call if you need anything, but what I meant was, call if you need anything at a sociable hour!"

"Keep your voice down!"

"Are you just trying to creep me out here, Bones? Because if you are, it's working" The phone stayed silent for a moment. "There's someone watching me."

"What?"

"I was followed home and I think I'm being watched" her whispering was barely audible. "By who?"

"I don't know. A guy on a motorbike."

"I think you're over reacting, Bones."

"Maybe I've gone mad."

"And what gave you that idea?" he laughed. "Well, he doesn't appear to have a head" she said. The other end was momentarily silent, until she could finally hear Booth in hysterics. "It's not funny!" she protested. "Bones, go to bed" he hung up and rolled back into bed.

"Morning Angela" he greeted the artist, wearily. "Somebody looks tired."

"Well, you can thank Bones for that" he said, sitting on a stool next to the examination table. "Oh, really?"

"She called me at 2 am and told me that there was a guy on a motorbike with no head outside her place" He was obviously tired, because he hadn't noticed what she was implying. "She what?"

"And she tries to tell me I'm crazy."

"Wait a minute, did you see this guy?"

"No. She said he followed her home."

"And you did nothing?"

"I told her to go back to bed" he yawned, rubbing his eyes. Angela glared at him. "What was I supposed to do at 2 in the morning?" he defended himself. She continued to glare. "Fine. I'll go apologise" he said, picking up two coffees and heading towards Brennan's office.

"Hello?" Booth looked around Brennan's office, it appeared to be empty. He flicked the lights on and moved over to sit on her sofa. To his surprise, Brennan was lay there sleeping, with a blanket laid over her. He knelt by her side. "Bones. Bones, wake up" he said. She stirred slightly, before sitting up. "Booth?" she asked, wiping her eyes. "How long have you been here?"

"Since I called you" she answered. Suddenly Booth felt guilty, but couldn't help laughing. "You slept here, because you thought there was a headless guy outside your apartment."

"I know you love work, Bones, but you can't live here."

"I'll stay with Ange" she told him, straightening out her clothes. "No, you're not."

"I'm not?"

"No. You're staying with me" he passed her a coffee, noticing the confusion on her face. "Booth…"

"If anyone's watching you, then you'll be safer at mine"

"Booth…"

"I'll take you home later to pick up your stuff" he marched out of the room, without waiting for an answer. She threw the blanket on the floor. "Oh, by the way, we've got a new case" Booth added, leaning back round the doorway.