A/N: This is a series of one-shots inspired by the songs on my iPod. I know there are other like this but not everybody has the same songs, right? RIGHT! Hope you enjoy! ^.^

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, but I sure as hell wish I did!!!

Thriller: (Michael Jackson, RIP)

"Come on, Bones!" Booth said, taking a fry from her plate.

They were eating dinner at the Royal Diner, as always.

"I'm sorry, Booth," she said, pulling her plate away, and scowling, "But I've never even heard of Michael Jackson."

"Never?" Booth said, looking at her, skeptically, "that's not possible."

He took a sip of his soda.

"It is so possible," Brennan said, "considering I wasn't very much into television when I was younger, and I only listened to jazz as a child. I never really like pop."

Booth smiled. "Oh, really?" Booth said, smiling, "Cyndi Lauper?"

Brennan blushed. "She was the only one. And, besides, one of my school friends introduced me to her music, and after that, she was the only one I would listen to that actually sang pop."

"Not even Madonna?" Booth asked, skepticallly.

"Oh, is that that really slutty, old woman that Angela always jokes about?" Brennan asked, smirking.

Booth nodded and laughed. "That's the one."

Brennan grimaced. "She's scary looking."

Booth laughed again. "That she is, Bones."

They both chuckled and looked each other in the eyes, smiling.

Booth cherished moments like this. The not so rare moments when he and Brennan could just sit there in a comfortable silence, where he could look into her eyes as they sparkled with their deep blue color, and her smile, which always lit his heart on fire. It didn't matter that she didn't get most of his Pop Culture references.

Who cared that she didn't know who Michael Jackson was? Or Madonna?

She was his Bones, as always. And he loved her, though he doubted that he'd ever tell her.

A/N: So, I know that this song was only mentioned for an extremely short time but it was the first song to come up in shuffle and I didn't know how to connect it, romantically. So sorry. It'll get better, though. Please R&R.