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A soft echo sounded with each step he took as he made his way through the Jeffersonian. Occasionally muttered words of annoyance would find ways out of his mouth as well, drawing the curious looks of a few scientists wandering about. He gruffly apologized when a collision with a small intern nearly sent the kid flying into a wall, but otherwise continued on his way until reaching his destination.

The door to her office was open and Booth had barley stepped in when Brennan, without looking away from her computer, said, "Hello, Booth."

Bad mood far from forgotten, Booth waited until Brennan turned to face him before answering. "How did you know I was here?"

"I sensed your air of hostility," she answered easily, with a smile that slightly eased Booth's grouchiness… but only slightly. The other ninety-eight percent of his mood found her good one more irritating than charming.

"I thought you didn't sense things," he accused, arms crossed as he invited himself over to her couch and sat down. "And why are you smiling?"

Brennan felt like laughing at Booth's child-like behavior, but she held back the impulse, doubting it would help. "I didn't really, I just heard you collide with that intern girl." She quirked an eyebrow at him, "and why are you so irritable?"

"I'm not," Booth mumbled, sinking lower into the couch, making his neck appear to shrink as he hunched his shoulders up.

"You are," she closed the file on her computer, ignoring Booth's not said quietly under his breath, and went to stand in front of him. She observed him for a moment and Booth shifted uncomfortably as she did so.

"I'm not a pile of human remains for you to examine!" he said finally, squirming to make room for her on the couch so she could sit down.

"Your body language suggests that you are either upset or angry," Brennan told him, earning a bemused look. She sighed, "I picked up that book on body language and such, remember?"

"Right," Booth shook his head, as if to clear out the inside. "I dunno, I suppose I'm just grumpy."

"I never would've guessed."

Booth ignored her. "I didn't get to sleep until four this morning."

"Well that was stupid," Brennan said.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Booth protested, running his hand through his hair, causing it to stick up, "I didn't get home until late, and then I couldn't sleep."

"I'm sorry," Brennan said cautiously, unsure of what to tell him.

Booth snorted. "Not your fault," he muttered and looked over at her. "I didn't mean to come in here and be rude, by the way. It just kind of happened."

"Don't worry about it," she waved it off, "I can handle it, and you've definitely dealt with me enough times."

"Very true."

Brennan rolled her eyes. "So is there something you did come here for?"

"Oh yeah," Booth suddenly perked up. "We're going to go and interview a suspect for our case!"

Brennan stared at him with disbelief. "Why does that cheer you up?"

"… I'm not really sure."

"You might want to talk to Sweets about that."

"Actually I might not."

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Brennan followed slowly behind Booth, very much aware of every place her foot contacted the slippery mud terrain that never seemed to end. The suspect Booth and Brennan went to interview lived in a small cabin in the middle of no-where-land, and was usually surrounded completely by bumpy dirt roads. The rainstorm that occurred recently had turned the dirt to mud. The two partners already had to endure the walk up to the house, and now were on the walk back to Booth's SUV.

"Why couldn't you have just driven up to the house?" Brennan said crossly, arms sticking out like a tightrope walker in the circus in attempt not to slip and fall.

"The tires would've gotten stuck in the mud," Booth said, finding the hike up amusing, at least the part watching Brennan who, not at all fussy when dealing with dead bodies, was having trouble keeping her balance in the think wet mud.

"So much for four-wheel-drive," she growled.

Booth looked over his shoulder at her and grinned. "Who's grumpy now?"

"I'm just-" the rest of her sentence was cut off when her foot slid out from under her and she fell right in the mud. Booth couldn't hold back the laughter at the sight of Temperance Brennan with fleck of mud on her face and all over her clothes. "You suck," she said to him, causing him to laugh harder.

"I think that's the most undignified thing I've ever heard you say!" he laughed. "Need a hand up?"

She glowered at his extended hand, but took it, allowing herself to be pulled up. When he turned around to continue walking back to the SUV, now only a few feet away, she grabbed the back of his t-shirt and wiped the mud of her face, looking smug when he whirled around, nearly loosing his own balance.

"Oh, that's mature, Bones!" he exclaimed.

"Yes, well I don't feel all that mature right now, covered in mud."

"Well you look great." He was only half kidding. He found the whole mess thing rather endearing. That's when he felt something wet hit him in the back of the head and then slide down his back. "You did not just throw mud at me…"

"Yes I did," she said casually, "and it felt good."

Booth opened up the door of the car for her, "just for that, we're going to my house so I can change first, and you can deal with wearing one of my shirts until we get to your place." He slammed the door before she could protest.

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"If I believed in God, I think I'd say that he hated me right now," Brennan said as she looked out the window in Booth's living room at the ever darkening sky.

"Why's that?" Booth asked, coming out of the bathroom with only sweatpants and a t-shirt thrown over his shoulder, quickly towel drying his hair. He could have sworn he saw her eyes glance down at his torso, and smiled inwardly.

"It's starting to storm," Brennan pointed out, and sure enough, the rain was coming down fast. She was wearing one of Booth's large hockey t-shirts that came down to almost her knees. She had shed her jeans off a while ago for they were wet and sticking to her skin, chilling her.

There was a rumble of thunder shortly followed by a crack of lighting. Brennan flinched. "Want me to take you home now?" Booth asked her.

Brennan had a strange look on her face. "I don't want to go outside right now."

"Why not?"

"I…" Brennan looked utterly embarrassed. "I know it's silly, but I'm afraid of thunder and lightening."

Booth looked amazed. "You? Really?"

Brennan frowned. "When I was still a foster kid, I got locked out of the house I was staying at during a thunder and lightening storm… all night. I've been terrified of them every since."

Booth now felt stupid and guilty. "Oh, I'm sorry, Bones. I didn't mean to-"

"-it's fine."

"You're welcome to stay here until the storm is over."

"Thank y-"

Another boom of thunder and crack of lightening, and the room went dark. The limited light from the window was enough for Booth to see Brennan, but not enough to make out the expression of horror on her face.

"Naturally," Brennan said sarcastically. "Of course the power goes out- ouch!" Booth caught her arm when she stumbled over the coffee table. "Why am I so ungraceful today?"

"Everyone has off days. I was grouchy this morning too, remember?"

Brennan laughed shakily. "Yes, I-"

CRACK!

Brennan jumped forward. Booth wrapped his arms securely around her lower back and held her to his bare chest. Even after falling in the mud her hair still smelled good.

"Thanks," Brennan said quietly.

"Anytime," Booth smiled and looked down at her. She loosened her grip on him slightly to lean back and look back up at him. He could see a slight glimmer in her eyes, and before his brain could comprehend what his body just did, his lips were on hers. Another thing his brain couldn't comprehend was why she didn't push him away. On the contrary, her hands moved slowly up his chest, leaving a trail of cool air behind from the contrast of her warmth. Her hands settled at the back of his neck, holding tightly, pulling herself closer to him. He moved his mouth over hers, gently, but at the same time with a need that she gladly gave into. His tongue traced her lower lip, and he felt his whole body giving off heat when she allowed him access.

There was another noise in the background. The two reluctantly broke apart, breathily heavily. Booth looked around and realized his house phone was ringing. "What the….?" The power was still out, it didn't make any sense…

Booth went over and picked up the phone. "Hello?" It kept ringing, even after he picked it up. "Hello?" he tried again. It still rang.

Oh….

….. Booth sat up in his bed, the daylight streaming through the window shade. The clock on his bedside table read ten-thirty, and the phone was ringing. That's when it dawned on him…. I was just dreaming…

… Bones was in my dream…

… She was at my house….

… I was kissing her…

… I really liked it…

"Oh shit…"

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Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed it! I don't know if this is going to be a one-shot or if I'm going to continue it. Tell me what you think and I'll do whatever you peeps want!

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