A/N: So I thought I'd try my hand at writing a Bones fanfiction because I haven't before and I thought it would be fun. So be nice. This is set just a couple of weeks after the 100th episode and doesn't really follow the series very much to be honest… but that's just my take on it. Enjoy (and review if you love me) I own nothing… unfortunately… I would like to own Booth, but you know, only borrowing him for a while, him and the rest that is.

Temperance Brennan, forensic anthropologist, sat at her desk, absent-mindedly doodling on the pad on the desk in front of her. The strange thing was, Temperance Brennan didn't do absent-minded. Period. She was a scientist, in every sense of the word. She was a scientist, or, she was most of the time – except now of course. Right now she was… distracted, confused. It had a little, no, a lot, to do with Booth's confessions from the weeks before. It had been two weeks since his confession, two meagre weeks that had shaken her world up like a snow globe, and the pieces were still settling, still finding the right place to fit. His confessions made her dizzy with excitement, crumbled her mental shields until trying to fix them was a major undertaking that required complete mental focus. Which, as of two weeks ago, she sorely lacked. The mental shields were holding in place all the feelings she'd squashed down, hidden away deep in her subconscious, had suddenly risen up again until a wave of sadness threatened to drown her. She looked down at the top of the desk, the defaced top sheet of the pad covered in black doodles that had flowed, almost without her realising it, from her mind. As she looked at, a slightly amused grin appeared on her face, which was quickly smothered by a wave of despair as she realised her desk was also covered in doodles.

'Damn.' She muttered as the jumbled shapes suddenly sorted themselves into a single, replicating shape that varied occasionally. Hearts. So many hearts that filled the page as if another hand had traced them all over the clean white expanse of the page. She reached for an antibacterial wipe and scrubbed the desk, tingeing the damp white surface of it black. She scrubbed vigorously until they had all vanished, gone in a flash as if they'd never been in the first place. She knew that the phrase: 'Think with your heart' was incorrect, as the heart was a muscle, incapable of conscious thought, directed by the brain to beat at different speed depending on emotion. Yet every time she thought of him her heart gave a pained, struggling beat that was almost of longing. Feeling like this was ridiculous, she'd already told him she couldn't… incapable of changing, wanting to, longing to, but incapable. And it hurt; hurt so much, until she was almost unable to bear the pain of it all. Slowly, she capped her pen and let it escape from her hand to roll across her desk and fall with a quiet thud on the floor. Sighing softly, she decided to get it, sweeping it into the palm of her hand and depositing it on her desk. She was about to fling herself in her chair when Booth walked in, a smile on his face that made her heart melt.

'Morning Bones.' He breezed, grinning.

'It's afternoon.'

'So? Bones, it's the principal of the fact.'

'Well I don't see your point, I mean, you say morning when it is clearly afternoon.'

'Well… I… let's start again.' He was clearly flustered, and looked down at his feet. 'Now, hello, Bones.'

'Better. So what brings you here?'

'Oh… did I neglect to mention that there's some bones in need of a forensic anthropologist, you, in a landfill down south?'

'You did.' She replied, keeping her voice as even as she could.

'Oh…' He looked troubled, no doubt worried about his slip-up, concerned it may be a lingering after-affect of the extensive and invasive neurosurgery he had undertaken not all that long ago.

'Well… are we going?' She pressed, already walking towards the changing rooms where she could find her blue jumpsuit.

'Oh yeah, sorry. I'll get your coat.'

'I can do it.' She jumped back like a wounded cat, grabbing her coat from the back of the chair where it was hanging and winging it over her shoulder. 'I need to get my field clothes on anyway.'

'Okay, I'll see you at the car then? Five minutes?' Booth pressed, a humourless smile gracing his face.

'Yeah… fine.'

oOo

Five minutes and exactly thirty five seconds later, Brennan was somewhat surprised to find herself in an unusual position. Somehow, in a nearly impossible feat, she'd manage to fail at putting on a one piece, button up jumpsuit. She was stuck in a very awkward position, one arm was somehow tangled up behind her and a scrap of blue material covered her eyes. Just as she was trying to figure out a way to escape, Booth walked in. He saw her and immediately did a double take, his eyes widening slightly and a highly amused grin splitting his face.

'What on Earth…?' He muttered, giving her a concerned look. She shrugged, somewhat uncomfortable and gave him an embarrassed look, staring down at the floor through her eyelashes.

'I uh… had an argument with my jumpsuit…' she said weakly, trying to disengage herself from the offending item of dark blue clothing.

'Want some help?' He asked softly, already standing right by her side, ready to help in any way she could.

'I…' She deliberated for a second, verging on telling him to keep his hands to himself and that she could work it out for herself. She was a scientist for God's sake, yet his warm hands were already flitting across her back and slowly beginning to help her escape from her blue cotton prison. She felt the tightness around her arms and stomach suddenly become looser and she rolled her shoulders experimentally, revelling in the release she got from the harsh cutting in of the clothes that was finally released.

'There we go.' He muttered, pulling the jumpsuit up her back and stepping away, averting his eyes as she button it up at the front.

'Thanks… I guess.' She muttered, her fingers flying over the buttons as she did them up, fumbling over the top one. She caught him looking, a wistful look on her face, and immediately resolved to do it up as soon as she could, her fingers flashing as the two pieces joined. She turned towards him, automatically smoothing the legs down and leading him out into the watery sunlight.

oOo

'Where were you? We expected you at least twenty minutes ago.' Were the first words that came from the landfill manager's mouth as they pulled up on sight.

'Sorry…' Brennan said softly.

'My partner here,' Booth gestured to Brennan, who sat, head bowed slightly, smiled meekly. 'Had a major wardrobe malfunction today.'

'Really?' He looked her up and down and she just knew that he was checking her out.

'Anyway.' The sleazy man muttered, tearing his leery gaze from Brennan. 'It's over here, follow me.' She noticed the way he shuddered when he talked about the body – a sign of a highly squeamish person. She squinted a little and noticed the skeletal hand jutting out from the rubbish that filled the air with their cloying stink, filling every last point of her vision bar the sky in which clouds scudded erratically along.

'Fascinating…' She knelt and examined the skeletal remains with a gloved hand, her latex covered fingers catching slightly on the emaciated skin and decaying flesh surrounding the bones.

'That's… wonderfully joyful Bones. Anywho, can we get the… thing, back into the lab? Please?' Booth asked stoically, glancing away.

'Oh but of course, I'd love any chance to examine this further. It may be a homicide case but I'll need this back at the lab anyway.' Booth shuddered but raised a hand, signalling to the loitering coroner type men nearby for the body to be removed.

oOo

'Okay… that's definitely different anyway.' Cam murmured, looking down at the emaciated leathery skin of the corpse lying on the underlit table in front of her.

'Not really, if I recall we have had a few like this before?'

'Well yes, but this one… I don't know, is stranger than most.'

'In what way?' Brennan looked highly fascinated, eagerness shining from her face.

'Don't worry.'

'Oh… okay. Have you seen Booth since the body came in?' Cam looked at her, a slight frown creasing her eyebrows.

'I haven't… you should go talk to him.'

'I think I will. Get someone to find a way to remove the flesh. Call me when it's done. I'll see you later.' Cam smiled and watched her friend hurry away from the Jeffersonian.

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