A/N: So I wrote this about a year ago, but never actually edited/typed it until recently. Reviews are welcomed!
Disclaimer: My name doesn't even share a syllable with the names of the actual owners of Bones, and suing me would cost more than you'd get.
Spoilers: None.
"It's a female, age between thirty and thirty-five years. She's been dead for at least forty-eight hours." Brennan stripped off her gloves. "I can pinpoint time and cause of death back at the lab."
As Brennan stood up, Booth brushed off his jeans. The third of July found the pair nestled in a small patch of woods in southern New Jersey. Overhead, darkness was quickly taking over the sky.
Booth and Brennan returned to the familiar black SUV, heading back to D.C. As they drove through the surrounding town, a sign caught Booth's eye, and he took a sudden turn.
"Where are you going, Booth? I don't remember coming this way to the crime scene." Booth turned into a crowed parking lot and parked without answering her. "Booth?" Brennan almost whined.
"C'mon Bones, just go with the flow. Be spontaneous." He got out without another word and went to the rear of his SUV, grabbing a blanket he kept there just in case. Bones caught up to him as he began to follow the stream of people.
"Where are we going?"
Booth smiled at her slightly childish tone. "You're the squint. Figure it out." Brennan crossed her arms, annoyed at Booth's non-answer.
The pair reached a gate and entered a field dotted with people resting on blankets. "It's some type of gathering. Booth, did you drag me to some stupid concert or something?"
"Fireworks. It's fireworks, Bones. You know, since it's almost the fourth of July." Booth's slightly annoyed tone softened. "I just thought it would be something fun to do, y'know?"
"Okay. Let's put down the blanket." Booth looked at Brennan in shock, expecting more of an argument. "It's not like there's any point in arguing." In so soft a voice Booth almost missed it, Brennan added, "and I loved fireworks when I was younger."
Booth smiled and fluffed out the blanket, laying it on the ground. As they sat down, the lights over the field one-by-one shut down, leaving the area in the dark.
"They're starting!" Brennan grinned at the eagerness in her partner's tone. Sure enough, a loud boom shook the field as the first firework exploded overhead.
After a few minutes of staring up at the fireworks, Brennan glanced over at Booth. The fireworks' glow made it so she could barely make out his features, but after working with him for so long, she didn't need to see him to picture his delight at the explosions overhead.
Booth glanced over at her, feeling her gaze. "Booth?" Brennan began, in a slightly louder voice to be heard over the booms and 'aw!"s surrounding them.
"Yeah Bones?"
"You know how you said to be spontaneous?" Brennan asked slightly tentatively.
Booth sensed Brennan's reluctance and fully shifted his attention to her. "Yeah? What about it?"
"Well…" Brennan leaned forward to Booth and kissed him. It was a more tentative kiss than the infamous mistletoe kiss, when she had given him warning and rationalized it away. For this kiss, her only rationalization was her long-time longing for a second kiss. After a moment of surprise, Booth began to respond, getting involved in the kiss.
As the fireworks continued to explode overhead, Booth and Brennan experienced their own long-awaited fireworks.
Happy 4th of July!