Hey guys this is my first fanfic. My muse has been keeping me up lately with fluffy Booth and Brennan thoughts, so I figured I'd get them out. I have plans for much more romance among other things, but I'll only continue if someone out there wants me to. So please review. I will seriously love you forever.

Angela was walking toward her office to grab her things to go home when she noticed the light was still on in Brennan's office. She walked up to the open door and saw her best friend with her elbows on her and her fingers gently rubbing her temples. Her eyes were closed and she seemed completely unaware of the figure making her way toward her.

"Bren!"

Temperance gasped and jumped back in her chair.

"Geez, you okay?" questioned Angela.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You just scared me that's all," replied Brennan who was now looking up at Angela who was facing her from the other side of the desk.

"Sweetie, you don't look so good," said Angela in a concerned tone.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you look exhausted and flushed. Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine, Ange."

"So is rubbing your temples the new way you solve murders?"

"Alright, so maybe I'm feeling a little off, but I'm probably just tired. I was her all last night working on a case from limbo," stated Brennan.

"Which is now solved, so you can go home, I'll take you."

"Angela, I am fully capable of getting myself home."

"Brennan, I know that, but you haven't slept in God knows how long and I'm not taking the chance that you'll fall asleep behind the wheel. Please just let me take you home?" asked Angela insistently.

"Fine," Brennan accepted.

"Let me just go grab my things. I'll be right back.

When Ange got to her office, she took out her cell phone and made a call.

"Booth," said the voice on the other line.

"Hey Booth, its Angela.

"What's up?"

"It's Brennan. I'm worried about her. She's not feeling well but she's her so she won't admit it, so I'm sure she won't take care of herself."

"Say no more," replied Booth and he hung up the phone.

On the way to Brennan's apartment, Brennan sat quietly in the passenger's seat with her elbow against the door and her hand on her forehead. Angela looked over at her and said, "I know you think that this makes you vulnerable, but it happens to everyone. Getting sick is inevitable, Temperance."

And with that they arrived at Brennan's apartment building. Temperance gave Angela a slight smile and said "Thanks, Ange."

Brennan got off of the elevator on the floor of her apartment and turned down her hallway. She looked up and saw none other than Seeley Booth at her door with a plastic shopping bag in his hands.

"What are you doing here?" asked Brennan.

"What? Can't a boyfriend show up at his girlfriend's apartment unannounced for no reason?

Brennan looked up at Booth then took out her keys.

"You don't look so good, Bones," said Booth.

"You're lucky I like you because on the way home I decided the next person to say that to me was going to get shot," replied Brennan as she unlocked her door and walked into her apartment with Booth following closely behind. She took of her messenger bag, placed it on the floor by the door, and walked straight to her couch to sit down. Booth sat on the table and faced Temperance.

"Angela called you, didn't she?" asked Brennan.

"She was worried about you."

"She's always worried about me. What's in the bag?"

"Well I knew you weren't feeling well but I didn't know what was wrong so I went to the store and bought every kind of medicine and home remedy for every sickness I could think of. So what are your symptoms, besides the fever and exhaustion?" asked Booth as he got up and walked over and sat down on the couch next to her.

"How did you …"

"Your face is flushed and usually the first thing you do when you get in your apartment is check your messages but the first thing you did tonight was sit down," interrupted Booth before Brennan could even get the question out.

"Slight headache, sore throat, a little nausea," said Brennan.

Booth put his hand under Temperance's chin and lifter her head to meet his mouth as he placed an ever so soft kiss on her forehead.

"What was that for?" asked Brennan.

"You look like you need it."

"Got anything in that bag to help me sleep, because that's really all I feel like doing right now."

"Tylenol PM," replied Booth, "let me just go get you some water."

When Booth returned from the kitchen with pills and water in hand, he was met with an already sleeping Brennan lying on the couch. He put the glass and medicine on the table and slowly put his hands underneath Brennan's sleeping form. He lifted her up and carried her into her bedroom. He turned down the covers and placed her on the bed. He gently started to remove her jeans. He picked up a pair of shorts that were on the chair next to the bed and slid them up her legs. Booth then tucked her tightly under the covers. As he went to turn around, he felt a hand grab his.

"Don't go," said Temperance sleepily.

"I wasn't planning on it," replied Booth.

And with that he took of his shirt and jeans and walked over to the other side of the bed. He pulled back the covers and climbed in. Then he pulled Temperance into him and wrapped his arm protectively around her middle.

"Thank you, Seeley," whispered Temperance.

Seeley said your welcome by placing a kiss on the back of her neck.

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