Brennan made one last sweep of her office, trying to find something that she could take home to work on but she came up empty. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving and now that Angela was practically married to Hodgins there would be no tiny little Thanksgiving feast. She could visit her father but that only took about an hour or two off and then she had to face the rest of the day alone. She was jerked out of her thoughts when Angela flounced into her office.

"Hey sweetie, are you doing anything for Thanksgiving?"

Brennan smiled

"Oh, I guess I'll probably go visit my father and brother."

"And then?"

Brennan waved slightly as Booth popped his head in her office.

"Hey Bones."

"Hey" she answered, then turned her attention back to Angela "I have stuff."

"Come spend the holiday with me and Hodgins."

"No Angela, it's your first Thanksgiving with Hodgins. I'll just make things awkward."

Brennan turned on Booth

"Can I help you or are you just going to stare at me all day?"

Booth held up his hands in surrender.

Angela grabbed Brennan's arm.

"Brennan, don't be so stubborn. We wouldn't have invited you if we thought things would be awkward, we're just three friends spending a holiday together."

Before Brennan could protest Booth swooped in and swung an arm around her shoulder.

"Too bad Angela, she's spending Thanksgiving with me."

Brennan opened her mouth to protest, thought better of it and managed not to snarl at Booth.

"Oh," Angela's voice turned lusty and she smiled, catlike, at the two of them. "Well, have fun you two."

As soon as Angela left Brennan turned on Booth.
"You're causing Angela to assume that, we're. The way you said… That. Booth!"

Booth snorted,

"Come on, it'll be fun. You can meet my family, spend some quality time with your partner."

Brennan grimaced

"Your family doesn't even know me"

"But now they will, besides my mom wants to meet the partner I speak so highly of."

Booth smiled at the tiny quirk in her lips. He loved the fact that he could so easily charm his partner.
"I don't know Booth."

Booth slid her jacket over her shoulders.

"C'mon Bones, would you rather sit at home and mope?"

"I don't mope, Booth."

"Right, because it's not logical."

Brennan tugged her arm out of his grip.

"Stop patronizing me."

Booth shook his head, he could charm the hell out of her but she was just as quick to snap back to her old prickly self.

"I'll pick you up at ten, we'll go visit your dad and your brother, and then we can go to my parent's house."

Brennan paused with her hand on the door.

"I, um, I don't want to visit them. Not tomorrow."

Booth nodded, she probably didn't want to fill her head with depressing thoughts of her father and brother in prison. He could understand.

"All right, then I guess I'll pick you up at around eleven."

Brennan nodded and they walked to the parking garage together. Booth dropped a pen on the floor and stooped to pick it up. As was typical, Brennan continued walking without bothering to wait for him. He rolled his eyes as she strode purposefully to the door and trotted after her, she was so deep in thought she probably didn't even realize he wasn't beside her.

She stopped in her tracks and turned so suddenly that Booth bumped right into her and nearly sent the both of them tumbling to the floor.

"Bones!"

"What? You're the one who isn't looking where he's going."

"You stopped suddenly, without any warning."

"Well maybe your reflexes aren't what they once were."

"What? No, my reflexes are fine, maybe if you weren't in lala land all the time you'd pay more attention to your surroundings."

"My focus is fine, you're the one who ran into me."

"Which wouldn't have happened if you were paying attention."

Brennan made frustrated sound and strode angrily to the exit.

"Hey, why did you stop?"

Brennan looked confused for a split second.

"I wanted to thank you for inviting me to spend Thanksgiving with you." She bit her lip and glared at him. "It sounds stupid now."

Booth grinned.

"I'll see you tomorrow Bones, and you're welcome."

Booth knocked on Brennan's door. He heard shuffling and a muffled oath before Brennan opened the door and gave him an incredulous look.

"Booth, you're an hour early!"

Booth took in her wet hair and the purple robe.

"I thought we could eat breakfast first, you could make me an omelet."

The look of pure disgust at his comment had him chuckling as he settled onto her couch.

"Okay, I'll make us something."

"I didn't order groceries."

Booth sighed,

"Fine, then we'll get takeout."

Brennan disappeared into her bedroom and he heard the dryer start up.

"I'm not hungry!" She yelled from her bedroom.

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and besides we won't eat until five, when the turkey's ready!" He yelled back.

There was only the steady drone of her hairdryer and Booth settled back and sighed. She still hadn't gotten a television. He stood and wandered to her bookcase, looking over the numerous artifacts she had brought from all over the world. There wasn't a speck of dust on her bookcase and he snorted, typical.

Booth picked up a statue that looked to be a bulldog, an antelope, a bear, and a donkey all in one.

"The hell?" he said to himself.

Booth glanced at her bedroom again, the hairdryer wasn't running anymore but she was still fiddling around in her room.

"Booth!" She yelled from her room

"Yeah?"

"What should I wear?"

Booth grimaced

"Are you kidding me Bones? This isn't some weird formal event, just wear what you normally wear!"

"Fine!" She yelled back.

Booth rolled his eyes, and headed back to the couch when a tiny spot of blue caught his eye. It was the Brainy Smurf he'd given her a few weeks ago and next to that was "Jasper" the pig he'd given her when she'd shot the killer who worked with Howard Epps. Along with them were the silver and glass dolphins her father had given her and the dolphin belt buckle her mother wore, now polished to its original silver. He smiled at the fact that he meant enough to her that she put those gifts next to something that was obviously so important to her. She was just so surprising sometimes. Mostly she was hesitant to show any signs of affection towards him and then she would surprise him with something like this, or dedicate her book to him.

"I'm ready Booth."

A/N: Yeah it's a bit late but the idea only struck me the day of Thanksgiving so there ya have it.