This started out as a joke, but I decided to actually write a story involving a hot, sweaty, passionate game of Scrabble between Booth and Bones. I have played Scrabble and I know that there aren't that many of some of the letters and the odds of getting those letters like that are close to zero. But hey, I like some good fluff.

Enjoy!

The temperature during the daytime had pushed one hundred degrees and even as the sun set the temperatures hovered in the upper eighties and the humidity did not help at all. Temperance Brennan threw the keys on the table as she entered her apartment and immediately headed for a cold shower to wash the heat of the day away. Twenty minutes later, she emerged with new lighter clothing and sat on her couch. She planned on reading a book and relaxing for once, however, she noticed that her apartment was quite warm. She got up and went over to the thermostat and noticed that the temperature was up to ninety and that the air wasn't on, even though it should have been. 'Damn, the air is broken.' Pushing the uncomfortable heat to the side, she sat back down on the couch to try to read again. The heat was to distracting and she couldn't take it. She grabbed her book and keys and opened the front door, meeting with her Chinese food bearing FBI partner.

"Bones, where are you off to on such a warm evening?"

"The lab. Air's broken."

"Oh. Well, I have food, can I come?" He used his charm smile.

"Sure."

"Oh, but it's late and boring. Got any games?"

"No Booth do you really—"

"Wait a minute." He barged into the room, placing the food on the table and reached under the couch, pulling out a Scrabble game. He looked at it questioningly.

"Russ had it here last time."

"It's normal Bones. Come on, let's go eat."

The Jeffersonian was silent late on a Friday evening. Their footsteps echoed when they left the elevator and Booth couldn't help but to shiver.

"Whoa, it's quiet in here. Doesn't it bother you ever?"

"Not really. I enjoy silence." Booth shrugged and they reached their destination, the lounge area on the catwalk above the platform. Booth set the game up while Brennan spilt the food out and within no time, they were ready to play.

"You want to keep score?" asked Booth.

"Nah, you'll probably win anyway. I'm terrible at games."

"We'll see." He picked his seven letters from the pile.

"Oh, I have a word."

"For someone who doesn't play games, you are fast." She put down the letters quickly.

SECRET. Booth looked at the word she placed down. Boy does he have a secret. Was she playing with him, toying at him? It was obvious there was tension between them, but could it lead to, or be the start of something new? 'Nah,' he thought. 'I best change my thoughts. If she found out, she'd kick me in the…' His thoughts turned back to the game. Well two could play at this game.

DESIRE. Booth placed the word down with a satisfied smile plastered to his face. She had a desire, a desire to be with a certain man. His looks, his smarts, his body, she desired all of it. But something couldn't work, it would conflict with work, and work has been her love forever. But Booth had the right to know, because she was pretty sure he was thinking along the same lines, even Angela had pointed it out on occasion. She saw a word that if placed, would open everything up.

LOVE. Booth nearly choking on the soda he had been sipping. Did she really want to put that down? Did she mean it? His thought swarmed to those he would have when feeling the pangs of loneliness. Tempe was different from any woman he ever knew. She made him laugh even when arguing. She made him happy, even when she did nothing. She gave him the fuzzy feeling in his gut. Still, he shook his head. She would never want to try, or would she…

TRY. Brennan looked at the word. Would she try? Would she give him a chance? Would he give her a chance? But if things didn't work out…she didn't want to ruin a great friendship. But she knew Booth he wouldn't let that happen. He would try everything before giving up. Would she be willing to?

YEARN. 'I yearn for you Bones. I yearn to hold you, to melt your troubles away. I want to kiss you, run my fingers through your hair and show you how I feel.' He looked at his letters and saw that there was no word that he could make pertaining to the theme. 'Damn, I'll have to break the flow.'

"Line Booth?" asked Brennan laughing.

"Shh, Bones." He placed a finger to her lips. "You'll ruin the flow." She shook her head and placed down another out of place word, BARE. Booth too placed another, NECK. Brennan placed the word HOT, thinking of the temperature in her house, and hell even the tension between them. Booth was about to give up on the game when he saw another word to get her mind going.

FATE. Was it fate that made this happen? She knew that the probability of getting such letters were so small. She knew that there was no chance that this was purely coincidental. She saw her next chance to place a word.

NEVER. 'No way,' thought Booth. 'You aren't getting away with that.' He placed his word down quickly, satisfied. He hoped that she caught his meaning.

REST. Never rest. 'Oh yeah, trust me Booth. When you're on my mind, I don't rest.' Booth was the one man that changed her. He was the only man that loosened her up, to get her to leave the office and go out for some fun. Not even Angela had an easy time persuading her. She looked over at him and stared at him intently. Oh yes, she wanted it. She placed her letters down and looked at Booth.

KISS. Booth's heart rate jumped. Was she asking him? Her look indicated that she did, but was it really what she wanted. He stood up, quickly placing the letters, on the board making the final letters. YES. He stood up to grab her hand and pull her towards him. All logical thinking aside, she closed her eyes and met him halfway. Months of passion and intensity released in that kiss, leaving both stunned as they broke apart to get oxygen. With Booth's hand still in Brennan's hair and Brennan's hand on Booth's waist they stared at the board.

"Come on Bones, you can come sleep at my place." Before Brennan had the chance to say anything, he finished. "I'll take the couch." They walked out together, the beginning of a new relationship evident.