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Author's Note: This is my first fan fic - a term I have just recently heard of. Would love to know what you guys think and if I should continue with this. Gracias..

"Okay, so I've narrowed it down…I…think…Episode V is the most superior."

Zack bunched his cheeks into a satisfied smile at the decision he finally made. He stared at Hodgins.

"Jesus man, I waited for like, four hours, for you to tell me the most obvious statement that every Star Wars fan makes. So not worth it." Hodgins snorted and shook his head as he sifted through some slime and dirt products on his counter. The Jeffersonian Institute was extremely quiet. Everyone was pleased on this Friday evening at the prospect of actually having an easy and relaxing time at work. Even Dr. Brennan had been smiling around the place that was until Agent Booth made his way into her office.

"No, no, no Booth, I am not, I repeat, not going with you to San Francisco. Not even if the Jeffersonian try to make me. For once I actually want to spend my weekend doing something other than travelling for hours and sleeping in grotty motel rooms…"

Booth pursed his lips. All he had asked her was to go for a trip this weekend. Why did she always know there was something more to it? Did he even mention San Francisco? He shook himself out of his confusion.

"Right, okay, simmer down Bones – sheesh…"

"Don't call me…"

"…Bones…yea, I know. But you're…Bones, you know?" He smiled weakly.

"No, I don't know. Yes I study bones, I look at bones all day, I clean and analyse bones, I store them away – I really don't see what that has to do with my name." She glared at him.

She was standing in front of her desk, her hands behind her pressing her weight on to it. Her lab coat was flung open. Underneath she wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a simple cream blouse; the top three buttons were undone, exposing the top of her cleavage, which was slightly protruding because of the pressure she was applying to her stance. Booth scanned her up and down for a moment; his dark eyes catching her breathing chest.

"Look Bones, I wouldn't ask you to give up your precious weekend with Dick 341 David whatever…"

"For your information I don't plan to see David this weekend, nor any time soon…"

"A ha! All the more reason to come. Look, I need your expertise. Do you not even wanna' look at the case?" He shook the brown manila folder in front of her, flashed his charm smile as he walked her, glimpsed her cleavage again with a cough, blinked and met her eyes as she bit the inside of her lip – she was thinking.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere Booth, or your cheesy grin." She said flatly as she snatched the folder from his hand and began to read.

"Hey!" he said, holding his hands out in defence, "You said my smile was charming."

Still staring at the folder and never faltering she said, "I never said your smile was charming, I said you had a 'charm smile'."

"Same thing!" He retorted.

"It is not the same thing, plus I referred to your 'grin' in the latter matter - Are these teeth marks?" she asked, standing up straight pointing at the picture of the victim and furrowing her brow. Booth came around to her right side to look at the photograph.

"Where Bones?" he said, squinting and moving his head closer to the file.

"There…right there" she puffed, pointing to the skull of the victim. He still didn't see so she grabbed his forefinger and placed it on the point in question. She left her hand clasped around his finger for a moment. Their heads were so close they were practically touching. Booth could smell her scent, her skin. He could feel her hair brush the side of his neck and face. It tickled in a good way.

"Well?" she said, eye brows raised, finally letting his finger go and turning her entire body to face him. He turned too. He could feel the motion of her breathing she was that close, and she was the same with him. He knew she was boring a hole in his head as he stared down at the file.

"Yes, it looks like teeth marks" he finally answered, looking at her. Her eyes were intense on him, her mouth slightly ajar. She licked her lips and took the file back. He came around beside her again.

"As you can see from the pattern of these indentations, only a set of teeth could cause this, but it's too difficult to determine from a picture or even X-ray for that matter. The lighting in the photograph, the…" She stopped dead in her tracks. While Brennan had been talking, Booth involuntarily placed his hand on the small of her back, like a reflex motion. At her silence he immediately pulled his hand away for fear of it being broken.

"What?" he asked, swallowing and showing that his hands were completely removed. She caught all of his movements, from him glancing at her from the side of his eyes, while she studied the case file, to him placing his warm hand on her back and just as quickly removing it, leaving a coldness of sorts. A girlish glint flashed across her eyes as she smirked slightly and patted Booth's hand in mid-air and stole a glance in his direction. Focusing on the task at hand she continued,

"Booth, it looks as if this whole skeleton is covered in teeth marks, not just the skull…"

He looked at her confused, back at the picture, bit his bottom lip, and then back at her. Three seconds more he thought.

"I need to see the body."

A huge grin spread across his face, and a delighted smugness extended through him. He knew she couldn't resist these cases, what with her mania for the truth.

"San Francisco here we come," he announced as he helped her gather her supplies and closed the case folder over.

"Our flight leaves in three hours." He said, pushing her out the office door into the lab.

"What? How did you know I was going to say yes?" she asked, shuffling backward along the floor.

"I have ways and means Bones, ways and means…" he said with a wink.

"Don't wink at me, it's gross."

"It's gross? How can winking be gross?" He was intrigued by this one.

"Sweetie, hey, where are you going?" Angela called from the upper foreground of the lab. "On a date?" She smiled hopefully.

"Booth has informed me of a new case that needs attention Ange."

Booth was practically pushing Brennan over. She stopped and glared at him to stop pushing her. They were standing next to the exit.

"And where is this new case, you seem awfully rushed?" Angela asked, as she descended the stairs to the lower ground of the lab.

"It's in San Francisco" Booth said, "And our plane is in two hours fifty six minutes so we really have to…"

"San Fran, my man – good choice" Hodgins appeared holding a container full of some sort of fecal looking matter.

"It wasn't a choice, okay, like a holiday destination" Booth snapped.

Hodgins' eyes widened but he was mostly unfazed.

"Where's Zach?" Brennan asked, her eyes searching for him.

"He's trying to figure out if Han Solo is better in Star Wars IV or V – Of course it's going to be V man – he gets frozen in carbon" Hodgins shook his head at the fact there even could be a different answer or debate about it. Angela just rolled her eyes.

"Well, good to know that my assistant will be working constructively while I'm gone" she said mildly but for everyone else it sounded very sharp.

"Don't worry sweetie, "Angela began, "We'll sort Zach out. Well, I'll sort Zach out…" she raised an eye brow in Hodgins' direction.

"Okay" Booth burst in, "Great, you're all sorted, now can we please go?" he was pleading with Brennan, his palms face up.

"Yes" she said plainly, as he ushered her out the door.

"Have fun, don't do anything I wouldn't do and remember to wear flowers in your hair…" Angela sang after her. She was sure she heard the faint mumbles of Brennan saying 'I don't know what that means' she smiled, knowing Booth would tell her.