Hi fans...got a new one for you. I was watching a lot of Season 6 today and got inspired as I wanted to answer a question I think others are wondering, too. What dates did Bones and Booth write on the ripped wrapper before burning in Blackout in the Blizzard? Here's my interpretation. Enjoy...

Reviews are appreciated...even if my story sucks.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, but I can't wait to see those wedding bands!

Brennan was in Modular Bone Storage, or as Booth called it, "Limbo", a name she hated. Right now she was looking at a set of remains found at the Gettysburg battlefield since the lab was between murder cases. She made every effort to keep her mind on her task but it kept coming back to one thing.

Her date was coming up.

May 13, 2011. Friday the 13th.

The day she wrote on Booth's hot dog wrapper before she burned it with his written date.

She should be over the moon but instead she was apprehensive. They were getting closer, but she wasn't totally sure she was over her imperviousness. 'What does she do if he says anything?'

She wanted to be ready for Booth, but was scared. She felt the bile come up in panic, much like that night outside the Hoover. She was afraid of disappointing him. She loved him so much, but was afraid of what she was, and wasn't capable of. Questions kept racing through her mind.

'What if his date passed already? He may be tired of waiting for her'

'What if the 13th passes with nothing and his date comes with nothing? Does that mean they aren't meant to be?'

'What if Hannah comes back after she tells him she's ready?'

Brennan shook her head. She knew her thoughts were illogical, but as she started to feel emotions over the years, she has found that she can't compartmentalize them like she could in the past. Emotions were messy and made her life so much harder. She was so into her thoughts that she didn't hear her name called.

"Dr. Brennan? Are you all right?"

"Huh?" She turned and saw Vincent Nigel-Murray standing there with a look of concern. "I'm sorry Mr. Nigel-Murray, is there something I can help you with?"

He carried the box of remains he was holding to the table. "I've finished cataloging the remains that I am holding. I wanted to see if there was anything else you needed from me?"

Her intern seemed anxious. "No, I'm all set Mr. Nigel-Murray. You seem very…..restless. Am I keeping you from something?"

Mr. Nigel-Murray interpreted her comment as irritated. "No no no, Dr. Brennan" He held up a small notebook. "I wanted to go over the literature for the paper we are giving on the hypothetical battle between the Tyrannosaurus rex and Homo sapiens next week in Michigan."

Brennan saw the fear in his eyes and tried to ease them. "No, it's fine, Mr. Nigel-Murray. We should be receiving the skeletal replica in the next day or two. I will be reviewing the literature at a later date."

She looked at the clock and noted the time. She had plans with Booth and was meeting him at his place at 8:00PM for a movie festival of what Booth called The Rat Pack. She needed to go home and get ready.

"You are excused, Mr. Nigel-Murray. Thank you for your fine work, today."

Relieved that his mentor was not angry with him, he exhaled the breath he held in. "Thank you, Dr. Brennan"

She laughed as she saw her intern run up the stairs. Vincent Nigel-Murray was a great find. She enjoyed mentoring him. He and Wendell Bray were her favorite interns. She knew that she would lose him someday, probably back to London, but for a while at least, she could teach him as she felt comfortable with him. Once, Booth called him a kindred spirit with her. A ridiculous observation since there was no such thing as a "spirit".

She heard her phone play the beginning of Hot Blooded and laughed as she saw the text.

Yuengling 4 tonite or wine?

She pondered and then made up her mind.

Surprise me. I am bringing Thai for dinner. Whatever beverage will go with this Rat Pack movie marathon we are having tonight.

She sent the message and headed to her office. As she walked in, she was met by Angela, who was waddling slowly inside.

"Sweetie, what are you up to tonight?"

Brennan turned to her friend. "Booth and I are watching…Rat Pack movies tonight, whatever those are. Why?"

Angela was momentarily down because she was in the mood for a girls' night, but felt her best friend's plans with Booth superseded what she wanted to do. "I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out with me tonight, bbbuuuuttt, I think you have better plans"

Brennan became concerned. "Angela, I can cancel—"

"No way Brennan! No way in hell you are cancelling those plans with Studly"

"Angela"

"No Bren. After all the crap you two have been through these last several months...no way. You told me you guys finally got your shit together. You're just waiting for him to quit being pissed and you are waiting to be strong or something like that. No way am I letting you cancel plans that could lead to you two getting together and doing the horizontal mamba"

"Angela, we're not going dancing, we're watching movies tonight"

"No, Sweetie" She held up her left hand into a 'O' and stuck her right index inside it, out, and repeated the motion. "That's the horizontal mamba"

"Angela…Booth is vulnerable. He's my best friend. That's what we are….friends…until it's the right time"

Angela rolled her eyes. "I thought you guys did some burning thing with the dates you two were going to get together"

"We did"

"So when is the big day for you?"

Brennan dipped her head and muttered "Friday the 13th"

"What?"

"May the 13th"

Angela's mouth opened into an "O". "Sweetie….Friday the 13th?"

"Angela, that is a superstition that rooted—"

Angela held her hand up. "Okay, Sweetie. Never mind. I'm taking off. I'm not keeping you from your date. Just in case, though…wear some hot underwear"

"Angela!"

"Okay, I'm leaving. Good night, Bren"

"Night, Angela"

When her friend left, Brennan grabbed her stuff and walked out of her office.