I have rewrote this story in many ways, edit it mainly to fix my spelling and grammar. But I am also trying to get the characters more correct. Let me know what you think, im sorry to those of you who have been reading this but hopefully you will like the changes I make. Also, im sorry if my updates come slow. The Rating Changed from M to T because i realize that a lot of you read M fiction with expectations i cannot fulfill, therefore i went with T because of my use of language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, Fox does, and almost all the characters are not mine.

Booth and Brennan walk under the yellow crime scene tape bickering.

"I'm just saying, if you take an actual vacation once in awhile, you might find that you like time away from skeletal figures."

"Human remains, and fraternizing with people outside of the working environment is not a problem for me. There are anthropological reasons people enjoy vacations, I do not exercise that need." Brennan looked around at the few people standing around the crime scene. "So why did you bring me all the way out here to Arizona? Where are we again?"

"Horse-Thief Basin in the Black Canyon Mountains. Double homicide, cross country runner stumbled upon the remains. Unfortunately for these two, people don't come out this far except on rare occasions." The cop who presumably was in charge explained.

"So Bones, what can you determine?" Booth smirked.

Bending down to examine the remains, Brennan put on her latex gloves and pointed to what looked to be a jaw bone protruding from the ground.

"This one shows a lot of damage-- the mandible is severely fractured."

"Spare us the science talk and speak clear English Bones" Booth says sarcastically.

Rolling her eyes Brennan began her assessment. "This one is male, approximately late twenties early thirties. Damage looks to have been caused by a blow to the head. This one is female, same approximate age. She appears to have been beaten as well, but was still alive when she was left here."

The sheriff gave a disgusted face, "How can you tell that form…those?"

"She is an amazing women. So, it looks like we'll be stickin' around for awhile sheriff. Where's the nearest town?" Booth turned to the sheriff.

"Sixty miles south, like I said, no one comes up this way too often." The sheriff grinned.

"I need to set my laptop up, talk to Zack back at the lab." Brennan said while she studied the bones, brushing dirt off them.

"Sorry little lady, no connection out here, cell phones, walkie-talkies, computers, you name it, they don't work this far out.

Brennan glances worriedly at Booth. He returns the look.

"Then I need you to send a vehicle out to retrieve the remains." Brennan addressed the sheriff.

"Well come along then, we better come back tomorrow, it'll get real dark here in an hour, would take four to get you what you're askin'." The sheriff gave her a wink.

Brennan gave him an appalled look.

"I cant leave these. It would compromised evidence." Brennan insisted.

"Bones, they've been out here this long, they'll last another night."

"I have uncovered them from the protection the moss had built around them, wild animals will pick them apart by morning if they are left."

"Got a tent in the jeep, I do a lot of huntin' this time of year, but it'd be best to listen to your boy here, like I said, it gets REAL dark out here at night. Calling for a storm too."

"Can I use that tent?" Brennan stood up to ask the sheriff.

"Bones, you can't be serious?"

"You go back with the sheriff, get a room, charged it to the Jeffersonian, they'll never know the difference. I'll be fine, I've stayed in worst places under worse conditions. I can take care of myself."

"Sounds like she's a loner, how'd you get to her in the first place?" The sheriff gave that smile again.

"We're not…" Brennan and Booth said at the same time.

The sheriff gave them a disbelieving look.

"Bones, can I talk you out of this?"

"No," she turns and walked to the jeep, "Where's that tent?" she directed toward the sheriff, while he unlocked his jeep she turned to Booth; "Why does everybodythink we are in a physical relationship?"

The sheriff unload his tent and began setting it up. "You two finish each others sentences, that when you arn't reciting the same, or bickering." He gave Brennan a wink and then with a final warning climbed into his jeep and drove away.

"I can't believe we are staying in the woods. These woods of all woods! Did you see the sign at the beginning of the road? It said 'primitive road take at own risk'! Bones, no one comes out here, the four wheel drive jeep barely made it over that terrain!" Booth complained. "The sky is already darkening."

"If you are afraid of the dark you should have done what I told you and went back into town. I don't know why you insist on babysitting me all the time."

"With sheriff flirts-a-lot? Besides, that's what partners are for. And need I remind you that you seem to have a knack for getting yourself into trouble on cases like these?" Booth gives Brennan a caring look.

"Not to mention that this tent is barely big enough for one of us." Brennan pulled her bag over towards the tent.

"That's because it was meant for only one person. I'll sleep out here." Booth offered.

"It's going to rain, we can share. It can work, you see if--"

"Please don't say anything scientific, I'm too tired to try to translate it in my head."

Brennan gave him a dirty look. "Do you want to sleep out in the rain?"

"Not particularly." Booth opened the tent and looked in.

Brennan pushed past him and set the blankets out and the two climbed in. Not easily. They lay back to back uncomfortably.

Booth tossed and turned causing Brennan to become annoyed and snap; "No wonder you and Cam didn't work out. She hates it when Zack fidgets in the lab, I can imagine shed be appalled with you doing this in bed."

Booth stopped moving, finally getting comfortable, laying on his back, and gave Brennan an annoyed look. He was lying there watching a bug fly around the top of the tent. Moments passed in silence. He could hear that her breathing had not yet slowed, neither of them could fall asleep.

"Have you ever loved someone?" he asked. The only explanation he could rationalize for asking that question was that he was in a zombie like sleep, you know that type you get when you are really tired but cant fall asleep. You lose your rational thinking and analyzing and things just…slip.

"We have a long day ahead of us, go to sleep Booth." Brennan wanted to avoid that question at all costs. She was still uneasy about the whole "Love" concept. She knew how Booth felt about 'soul mates' and 'love' and didn't want to get into an argument again tonight about her personal beliefs and rationalizations about the subjects.

"Sorry. Goodnight Bones."

"Goodnight Booth."

Booth continued to stare at the bug. He thought about all the times he and Bones had fought over the subject of Love, she didn't believe in it. Her logical brain wouldn't allow her to. He knew her past and understood why she felt the way she did at times. But what he couldn't understand was how she did it, not love, he may not have the best track record of relationships, but damn it at least he tried!