Disclaimer: He he. Almost forgot to do this. Ahem, all characters and events in this story are purely fictitious, therefore, all and any similarity to a real person, living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintended by she who wrote this. Absolutely no connection to anyone involved in the TV show, scrambles to hide banner with "Booth-I want to have your baby" on it

Note: This is my first Bones fic, but I absolutely adore the show and since I have some time on my hands I decided to give myself the romantic suspense story with the ending it will take the show seasons, yes seasons i tell you, to get to.

Chapter 1of The Body in his Cake

Happy Birthday

His creation was spectacular, the lines smooth and the colour vibrant in all its splendour.

He turned to bow to his crowd, his arms outstretched as he bent forward at the waist, his right leg crooked behind the left to facilitate the movement. His dark eyes shone with satisfaction, his heart thumping quickly with the sense of accomplishment and glory that suffused his senses.

Turning back, the shadow of his creation fell across his toes, the slanted darkness calling him into its secrets, the hidden joy a siren song. Resisting the urge to take a second look, to pick at the pink crepe paper so artfully arranged, he removed all traces of his work, of the mechanics involved in the contraption before leaving by the back door of the warehouse.

With the soft click of the closed door, the stillness of the darkness, the unmoving hollowness of existence in that warehouse enveloped the single object in its midst, a proverbial time bomb amidst the snow.


"Bones!"

Calling to his partner as he loped up the stairs to the elevated platform in the Jeffersonian Medical Lab, Special Agent Seeley Booth swiped his card through the console as he passed and ignored the look of welcome both Hodgins and the kid threw his way as they scurried from their little corners. How long had it been since their last case together anyway?

"Seeley Booth."

Booth froze, his back ramrod straight and what can only be expressed as a look of stunned bemusement came over his handsome features.

"What?" he asked timidly, walking towards Bones where she stood at a metal gurney, overlooking the remains of a Russian miner brought in two days ago, her gloved finger running over the eyebrow, noticing a deep cut.

"I think you scared him, sweetie." Angela Montenegro came to stand beside her best friend, her arms crossed over the clip board she held to her chest and grinning mischievously at the hot special-come-and-get-it agent standing before them.

"I don't understand what you mean." Brennan replied distractedly, her attention solely focused before her, shrugging the hair that fell forward back over her shoulder and shifting to get a better view of the skull.

"There are only two people who call me by my full name Bones; my mother and the mail-man. And my mother did it only when I walked in with mud all over me and got caught with my dirt covered hand in the cookie jar right after. Oh, and when she caught me with the neighbour's daughter on the couch. Ah, lovely Susie Walters." Resting one hand against the side of the metal slab, he threw the ladies on of his trademark charmers, the black material of his suit coat molding to the contours of his chest.

"I was hoping to inspire you to stop calling me Bones, Booth, not give you a free pass down memory lane" Bones said this as she straightened, slapping sharply at the hand that rested on the metal surface, ignoring the chuckles that came from Angela when the tough agent yelped and proceeded to wave the same hand in the air with a pained expression on his face.

"Dr Brennan."

"Yes Zack?"

"I think we have a case."

"Booth do we have a case?"

"We have a case." Replied the agent, smirking as he noticed the gleam that came to his partner's eyes.

"We have a case!" yelled Hodgins, throwing his hands up in the air. Noticing the glare that Brennan threw his way, he subsided, the smile gone from his face.

"A case with a cake," intoned Booth, grinning widely at the confusion that appeared on all and every face among the squint squad. Hah, 1 for Booth. Let's ignore the corresponding statistic for now..

"Cake?" Bones questioned, her face drawn into a frown, her hands tucked into the pockets of her blue Jeffersonian Institute labcoat.

"Cake." Booth agreed, turning to walk towards Breanan's office, grinning at the scramble behind him.

This is just the first chap, so I am trying to work out the kinks. The plot's gonna get a little more interesting from now onwards so tell me what you think so far and become instantly a potent inspiration…pretty please?