The boss is away for the day so I thought I would try this. It is just a one shot Buffy/Seeley fic that was stuck in my head and that will hopefully get me back writing.

If you are not a fan of Buffy and Booth together please do not read this fic.

In this fic Seeley Booth is the shining new identity of the once vampire with a soul Angel. Angel was given his humanity by the Powers That Be after Not Fade Away. He was sent to Washington D.C. to live out his mortal life as Special Agent Seeley Booth while still fighting the good fight. As an extra reward he was given back Conner at the age he should have been if he had not been taken away and grew up in a hell dimension, so I am putting 'Parker' at age 5. So he now lives in Washington with his son 'Parker'. Booth is a single dad as Parkers mother (yes Darla) died in childbirth. Obviously the squints know nothing of his previous life. There is NO love between Booth and Brennan they are more like best friends.

Please enjoy.

# I do not get my stories beta's so if this annoys you then I am sorry but I write then I post. Just the way it is kids.

Bones POV

They are sitting at their usual table in the diner enjoying their lunch and he is on the phone with her again. She could not remember when she first noticed that these phone calls were different, but they always were. She could always tell when the phone rang and he saw the caller's number that it was her. He would get this smile on his face. A smile from Booth is not unusual, he had a wonderful smile and he smiled a great deal, especially with Parker but these smiles were different. They were a complex combination of excitement and sadness that she could never quite understand.

Booth had been her partner for three years now. They had grown close over that time and had shared with each other the stories of their lives, though she had to admit that he was a lot less forthcoming with his past than she was and that was saying something. Then with his history of an abusive father, fighting in a war and the blood he felt was still on his hands from the lives he had taken, as well as surviving the death of your child's mother, it was no wonder that he would rather live in the present than relive those memories. Having a lifetime of painful memories of her very own, she could understand the need to push them down and move forward.

Over the past three years they had become firm friends, she even considered him to be one of her best friends. They spent time together away from work whether it was having a drink after they solved a case or breakfast at the diner on the weekend with Parker. She felt secure in the knowledge that she probably knew more about him than his other friends.

Over the years topics had arisen, either during general conversation or due to external influences, that they found hard and unwelcoming but they had talked them through, eventually, and been better friends and partners because of it. Yet while they were close and they did share there was that one small part of his life that he refused to talk about.

During their working and personal relationships he had been astounded by her, dumbfounded by her, humoured by her, frustrated by her but there was only that one time that he was ever angered by her and that was when she approached the topic of the phone calls. She had inquired quite innocently the first few times as to who it was and he would just ignore her. Not tell her a lie by informing her it was nothing to do with the case or it was a friend or family member but he actually ignored the question and pretended that he had not heard her. Over the months this had bothered her and one day she had quite forcefully probed about who was calling and he had snapped at her. Telling her that it was none of her business and he had stormed out. Instead of apologising when he saw her next he had acted like it had never happened.

She let the topic lie and promised herself that she would never bring it up again but she had. In a session with Sweets one day they were discussing their friendship and trust concerns. Sweets indicated how they knew everything about each other when he halted at the look on their faces. He could tell that there was an issue that they were not willing to talk about. Wrongly believing it was about the feelings he had surmised they held for each other he had, in his innocent and yet highly annoying manner, kept at them till she spilled about the phone calls and how he wouldn't tell her who was calling. Booth sat in his chair and barely moved a muscle as she spat it out without thinking. The only indication that he had even heard her was the tightening of his jaw as he clenched his teeth and she knew she had crossed that line again.

Expecting him to be mad and storm out on her again she was surprised and slightly reassured when he didn't, until he spoke to them and used a tone she had never heard him use. Not looking at either of them he used a cold and resolute voice and informed them both that he gave to this partnership and friendship everything that he had, she had his trust, she had his admiration, she had his respect and she had the fact that he would stand in front of a bullet for her but that one piece of him, that they didn't get, not Bones, not Sweets not the god damn FBI! After his speech he still refused to look at them and calmly stood said goodbye and left.

After that she refused to talk about it also. Not that it hadn't heightened her intrigue about who the caller was and what she was too Booth, but she now refused to jeopardise her friendship and partnership with him over it. Sweets had tried to bring it up with her a few times but she negated the topic every time he tried.

So here she was, again, sitting in the diner, eating her lunch and trying to pretend to not hear his side of the conversation. Over the years she had used the facts she had from the extracts of the conversations she had overheard to make a mental picture of the person. It was definitely a woman. He never said her name but he called her 'Baby'. He was habitually captivated by what she said but at the same time you could tell, more often than not, he was concerned and worried for her. Mostly the phone calls lasted only a few minutes and then he would tell her where he was and that he would call her back that night. The last most defining detail she had discerned was that he never said goodbye to her it was always 'Ok baby talk to you soon' and she wondered at this as it was a usual custom of ending a conversation. There was never talk of love aside from the endearment he used yet it always seemed an intimate moment when they talked.

His body language always changed when he answered these calls. When it was work he would sit forward if they were in the diner, or stand straighter if they were in the lab but when it was her he relaxed and turned away from anyone near by. He didn't get up and walk away but he moved to allow a small amount of privacy and also to indicate to Bones that it was not in any way her business. Not enough information to form a well-rounded picture of Booth's girl.

Booth's girl? That sounded wrong to her somehow. It's not like he didn't date – he did. So was she his girl. He hadn't exactly had a 'girlfriend' since they met but she knew he went on dates and she assumed he engaged in sexual intercourse, not they discussed sex. Booth was rather skittish when it came to talking about a lot of things, sex being one of them. He was, as Angela would say – a health virile male, so he had to be having sex with someone but he was never going to tell her about it either in general or in specifics. So if he dated and had casual sex this girl couldn't mean that much to him in a sexual way or he would be cheating on her and she knew Booth well enough to know his moral compass wouldn't allow him to do that. Yet the way he acted toward her on the phone and about her indicated otherwise.

Parker knew about her. One time when they were having a Sunday brunch after Parker and Booth had been to church the phone had rung and it was her. He had talked to her and laughed, then he passed the phone to Parker whose face light up when he said hello and realised who the caller was. Hoping that Parker might reveal more than his father she listened as Booth was also and she saw Parker nod, Booth then informing his son that she couldn't see him over the phone so he had to tell her yes. After handing the phone back to his father he excitedly informed Bones he was getting a parcel in the mail that was just for him, but as evasive as his father, he never mentioned from whom and she was loth to probe the small boy for information knowing if Booth was mad at her for asking him he would be livid at her for using Parker.

She heard him wrapping up his conversation by usual 'Ok baby well talk later', and then after a minute he hung up. This time though there was not the wistful look on his face but rather concern. She debated whether to say anything and in the end opted with the casual "Everything ok?" and this time instead of ignoring her straight away he looked at her like he was thinking about answering then realised it and turned away, pulling out his wallet to pay for lunch indicating that once again he was closing up ranks on that topic.

Booth's POV

There was something different about her this time when they spoke. They had only talked for a few minutes but he could tell. He wasn't getting a bad feeling per say but it still concerned him. Usually when they spoke she was happy or sad this time she was slightly distant like her mind was elsewhere. She was being evasive and that wasn't like her.

When he had been granted his humanity he had contacted her straight away. He wanted her to know where he was and that when she was ready he would be waiting for her. They had talked and talked on the phone over the years but had only met up once, a year ago he and Parker had flown to London for a week's holiday and she had met up with them there. It had been heaven for him. He had his beloved and his son and if he had still been Angel he knew he would have lost his soul but then they had come home – without her.

She wasn't ready and he didn't push. In London they had reconnected. They had kissed and held hands where ever they went. She had stayed with them in their hotel room and even slept in the same bed as him but they hadn't made love. They both knew she wasn't ready to settle down yet and if they made love leaving her would be near impossible, so they abstained.

It had been wonderful. She'd had to get to him now as Seeley Booth the human, not Angel the vampire. He would never forget Angel but he had put that life behind him, well all except her. Nothing could make him or make him want to forget her.

There had been no promises said out loud but the understanding was there. When she was ready he would be waiting. Other lovers would come and go but in the end they loved each other and they would be together.

She had stepped into the role of Parker's mother without even realising it. She had done all the things a mom would do, help bath him and put him to bed, get him ready in the morning, make him snacks, cuddled him on her lap when they watched a movie, tell him no when needed and even sent him to his room once for back chatting his father. Never once did she feel like it wasn't her place to act that way and he loved it. She loved him and she loved Parker, at the end of the day that is all that mattered.

He would have to ring her again tonight and see if he could get her to open up about what was wrong or bothering her.

Bones had looked at his face when he had hung up and asked him if everything was all right. He knew she desperately wanted to know who it was he talked to so frequently yet never divulged any information about. He felt bad about the times he had gotten mad at her for inquiring but he wasn't voice his thoughts out loud for fear of it all falling apart. When it came to his relationship with her it was off limits to his new friends. Without knowing his past, which they never would, they could never understand their romance and the difficulties they had had.

He thought about telling Bones a little bit so he could explain how he was now concerned at her attitude on the phone but where did he start and in the end decided it was easier to not say anything. When he got home tonight he would call her and get some answers.

Three Days Later

Bones POV

Watching him leave the office she noticed his face was still carrying the concerned look he had after he had hung up from her the other day. She had noticed him dialling his phone repeatedly and then hanging up in frustration when he obviously received no answer. This time she didn't ask him anything and taking a leaf from his book ignored the situation.

She was now sitting alone with Angela in Booth's office as they were awaiting Caroline Julian for a meeting in regards to an upcoming court date. Booth had been here but had been called out of his office a minute ago to go see Deputy Director Cullen. There was a knock on the door and the lady from the reception held a basket of what looked like an assortment of clear cellophane wrapped cookies with a note that she left on Booth's desk asking the girls to tell Agent Booth it had just been delivered for him.

Angela couldn't help herself and once the lady had left she stood and went to the basket to look. According to Angela it was a selection of different cookies. Why would someone send Booth cookies? Some who didn't know him well obviously as he didn't eat cookies, he loved pie.

Angela read the note attached and while she realised this was invading his privacy she was curious as well and didn't do anything to stop her. The note apparently said;

'I'm baked. Met me at The Eighteenth Street Lounge at 9pm'. Love B.

B for 'Baby'? Maybe. Angela had decided they all needed to go there tonight to find out who had sent the basket. Bones had a suspicion it was her and so did Angela. They all knew about Booth's mystery woman and they all knew not to ask after what she had told then in regards to Booth's reaction. Taking out her phone Angela texted the rest of their group, Hodgins, Sweets, Cam and Wendel, to meet at the bar at 8.30pm to find out who she was. Bones didn't know if they should go but knew the others would go with or without her. She would have to think about whether her curiosity outweighed her need to respect his privacy and the anger which she presumed would appear if he knew they followed him.

Angela quickly changed topics once Caroline walked in and they made small talk while waiting for Booth. When he arrived he didn't notice the basket at first but when he did he read the note attached and the look of concern left his face immediately and was replaced by the biggest grin any of them had ever seen. Looking toward the ceiling he mouthed the words 'Thank God!' He quickly rang his sitter to see if she would be able to watch Parker tonight while he went out. He didn't notice till he hung up that the three women in the room were watching him with different levels of interest. Caroline asked if he had a hot date tonight and Bones expected him to either ignore her or be unamused that they were being nosey instead he put that smile back on his face and answered 'The Hottest!'

That Night 9pm The Eighteenth Street Lounge

Booth's POV

Walking into the lounge he could hear the loud beat of the music, hell he could feel it vibrating through the floor. This place was an old mansion converted into a nightclub. On the ground floor was a bar and the dance floor and as you went up the grand staircase you had tables that over looked the dance floor and that lead onto more private rooms. It catered to a more high class, mature clientele. He had never been here but his artistic eye appreciated the décor.

He knew she was there. He could feel her. His body was humming with the excitement of seeing her again, of touching her. He knew she would be out on that dance floor even if she was here on her own, which he hoped she was, he wanted her all to himself tonight. He looked around all the gyrating bodies until he spotted the blonde hair. Although it was a much darker shade he knew it was her.

Bones POV

She was still apprehensive about being here, and she wasn't proud to admit it but the curiosity had gotten the better of her and when Angela called in to pick her up at the lab she had relented and joined them. Even knowing Booth would be mad, at her especially, for being here hadn't been enough deterrent. They were all sitting at the top of the staircase at a high table with stools so they could see the entryway to watch for Booth. The others had been making bets of the single women here trying to decide which one was the mystery woman they were hoping to at least get a glimpse of this evening. Hodgins spotted him first. They watched as he just stood and stared at the dance floor as if looking for her.

She noticed that he had changed out of his suit and was now wearing a t-shirt covered in his short leather jacket, form fitted blue jeans and boots. (Author's Note; I don't like the slip on canvas shoes that DB and Booth prefer – I like my men in boots so while this is away from character please forgive me.) He started to move towards the middle of the dance floor, he moved up close behind a small blonde that was dancing in the middle of the floor on her own. She looked like she would barely come up to his shoulders. This didn't seem right, of the women he had dated that she had seen, they were all quite tall not like this tiny woman.

Booth's POV

He knew she was here for him. He knew that they had a life together now. He knew they had all the time in the world but all he could think about was dragging her off to the closest room/cupboard that would allow them any semblance of privacy and making love to her but he also knew he had to take it slow. Take her on dates like they never did before, to court her the way she deserved to be courted, woo her the way she deserved to be wooed and of course lots of picnics in the sun with him and Parker.

Slowly he made his way over to her. He wondered if she knew he was here yet. Could she still feel his presence now he wasn't a vampire anymore? Sliding his hands onto her waist and then around to her stomach he never noticed the looks of disappointment from the single men around her that had been vying, without any luck, for her attention.

She never broke stride on her dance and continued to move her hips to the music but she moved her hands from above her head where they swayed to the music and ran them up around his neck and tickled the short hair at his nape.

Bones POV

So that's her. That really is her. The way Booth was pressed up against her and the way he moved with her she was definitely more than a friend to him.

Date?

Lover?

Girlfriend?

Well if she was here in D.C. then they would probably eventually met her now. She couldn't help the slight pang of jealousy as seeing them together. Not that she felt that way toward Booth but it would be nice to have a guy she liked act that way, hold her that way.

The boys were barely controlling their excitement. According to Hodgins, Booth bagged a hottie. The money was being exchanged as he had picked the blonde as their 'mystery woman'.

Buffy POV

She felt him the minute he walked into the club but she didn't turn around. She was worried he wouldn't show up. She knew she had strung him along for the last few years but he had never complained and was always glad to hear from her. She had been planning this for the last week and had found it hard not to say anything the last time they talked. She knew he could tell she was acting differently but wanted to send the cookies to him to let him know.

She continued dancing but she could feel his gaze on her. Eventually she felt his hands move from her waist to lay on her belly and she let out the breath she had been holding since feeling him enter the club. Moving her arms up to his neck she wanted to pull his mouth down for a kiss but was slightly hesitant. She felt him pull her back into his embrace and move with her.

That's when she knew. She knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him. This was their time. They had waited so long to be together, but like her mother always said, patience was a virtue.

Removing her hands from his neck she felt the rumble of his chest as he did the human version of a growl at the loss of contact. Turning she placed her hands on his shoulder and jumped into his arms wrapping her legs around his waist. Looking down into his deep chocolate brown eyes she could see the love he had for her shining brightly in the darkened club.

There was only one word that escaped her mouth, his name. So quiet inside this noisy club but he heard it. He said hers back and then they were kissing. In the middle of the dance floor, in the middle of the club she was kissing Seeley Booth and not caring who was watching.

Bones POV

All she could see was Booth kissing this girl and all she could hear was the other occupants of the table whistling and woo-hooing at Booth's actions. They were all laughing and eventually she smiled and clapped along at Booth's PDA's as Angela would call them. She was happy for him and she couldn't wait to meet the woman who had put that smile on his face.

Booth POV

Without putting her down he turned and walked out of the club. He was taking her home. He was going to show her how much he loved and missed her. Forgotten was the promise he made to himself of going slow and courting her. They had all their lives for romance. Tonight was about love and passion. He exited the club still wearing a brilliant smile and the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

The End

AN: I know that I haven't written Bones to character that well I find it very had to write her the way she talks and the way she thinks.

For those of you following my other stories, Finding Home and Triplets I hope to have new chapters up within the next fortnight.

For those of you who begged for me to continue the Family Guy fic then you are in luck. I will have the next instalment up in the next week.

Please let me know what you think.