A/N: Paragraphs in Italics are Booth's fantasies, and are from his POV using first person.

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Chapter One

Looking down at the seat next to him, Booth smiled at the two coffees he had just picked up. As much as he hated having murder wake him from his dreams, usually about his partner, he was with it giving him an excuse to see her early this early in the morning. Rumpled from sleep, hair still messy, not yet dressed for work. She always looked more open, then.

But he still needed a reason for being there, showing up at 6:30 for no reason would be a little obvious. Right now, Booth had no intention of being that intention. Not yet at least. There was no way Bones was ready for that.

Stepping up to her door Booth felt his body begin to hum with tingly excitement. It always did when he knew she was going to be knew him.

"Hey Bones! Open up!"

Booth called out, while pounding on her door. He hadn't called her to warn her of his early wake up plan. After all, that would ruin the surprise and all his fun.

Waiting a few minutes and still hearing nothing on the other side of the door, he decided to use the key she had given him for emergencies. A dead body, coffee going cold, and her sleeping late added up to an emergency, at least it did in his book.

Booth quickly opened the door, wanted to surprise her if she was still in bed. That would be a gift from heaven. Seeing her asleep, stretched out in her own bed. Booth couldn't stop his mind from wandering to what she may wear to bed. Was she a T-shirt kind of girl? Maybe. She wore one of those silky teddies to bed…

Walking to her bedroom door he tried to mentally talk down his libido. As he reached his hand out for the door knob the jerked open on his own. Making Booth jump back and also revealing a soft, slightly pick, and freshly showered Bones. Only problem, she was wearing only a white fluffy towel wrapped around her.

"Booth, what are you doing here?" Brennan asked putting her hands on her hips, and giving him an angry look. If she said she was surprised to see him, she'd be lying, she knew something like this was going to happen when she gave him that key.

Booth allowed himself to look his partner over. Wet hair, pink, damp skin. She was stunningly beautiful. She took his breath away. Seeing her like this…

I reach out and gently tug the towel away from her body. I want to see all that she is hiding from me. I want to wrap myself around her, just like the towel.

Shaking his head trying to erase his thoughts, he said the first think he could think of ,"Geez, bones can't you put some clothes on?'

"You broke into my apartment, which I am perfectly entitled to walk around in wearing anything I want. Or nothing, as the case may be. It's my house Booth." Brennan snapped, her dress code in her home, was her own business.

Brennan walking around naked, Booth tried not to think about it. Tried not to picture it.

Bones pressed between the wall and my body. Her head thrown back in pleasure, allowing me to lick, nibble my way to the hollow beneath her ear, making her moan my name.

"We've got a case. You get dressed then, I'll be nice and give you the coffee I brought. Deal?" Booth's voice was slightly raspy, he tried to smile to hide his growing discomfort.

"Fine. But this had better be good." Brennan turned and walked toward her closet. Wondering why Booth didn't call. Then she would have been ready and saved them both some time.

To try and give her some space to get dressed and give himself a little time to get the image of her out of his head he went and sat at the counter facing her kitchen. Bones obviously had no idea what she did to him. Just looking at her could send his body into overdrive.

My hands buried in her hair, Bones' lips opening under mine. Letting my tongue slip in to taste her, touch her, feel her.

"Is this better for your prude sensibilities?" Her voice so close to him, caused Booth to jump. He had been so lost in his thoughts he hadn't even heard her leave the bedroom.

"I am not a prude, Bones, I am a gentleman. There's a difference." He smiled up to her as she took a sip out of the coffee cup he left out for her.

She smirked back at him because as always the coffee was perfect. "So you said we have a case."

"Body found outside Lincoln Memorial. It was hidden in some bushes, you ready to go take a look?" Booth loved watching her work. She became so focused that it gave him time to stare at her, watching every though pass over her face. It was one of the most fascinating things he has ever witnessed.

"Of course let's go see what the dog dragged in." Brennan grabbed her bag, while heading for her front door.

"Its cat, Bones. What the cat dragged in."

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"Male, early twenties to mid-thirties, brow suggests Caucasian." Brennan called to Booth without bothering to turn around. She always knew when he was behind her. She could feel it, just like he could feel the sun warming her back.

"Cause of death?" Booth asked more to try and keep her talking than the need to know. She would tell him when she knew, she always did. He just liked hearing her voice.

"Looks like blunt force trauma to the skull. I'll know more when I get him back to the lab."

She stretched, reaching her hands high above her head. It was a nice feeling after crouching for so long.

Booth watched as her body stretched and moved. His own body jumped in response. Would she move like that under him?

Bones legs wrapped around my hips, her soft breasts pressed against my chest. I feel her arching, bringing her closer to me. "More." I hear her moan in my ear.

"Booth, I'd like to get back to the Jeffersonian. I'll get you an ID and definite cause of death as soon as I can." Brennan turned and faced Booth, before walking by him to the SUV.

"Ok, lets go then."

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Booth walked with Brennan up to the platform, looking over the squints as they worked. Their speed and accuracy always amazed him. It was listening to their banter that always made him smile. It also usually kept him hanging around longer than necessary.

"Hodgins, I put some soil samples on your desk, when you have time." Brennan said walking by the other scientist. Everything seemed normal but Booth couldn't help but sense that something was different. Not bad, just different.

"Of course, Tempe. Your wish, My command." Hodgins smiled up at Brennan warmly before turning back to some sample.

Booth watched at Brennan smiled back, with a small twinkle in her eye. Something was off here. Did he really just see Hodgins and Bones flirting?

'No they aren't like that. I'm just imagining things.' Booth thought, looking between the two of them.

"Ok, Squints, call me when you have an ID." Booth called out as he walked away. He needed some air. When he was almost to the door he heard someone quietly calling his name, Trying to get his attention without drawing too much attention to themselves.

"Booth! Booth!"

Turning to see Angela jogging towards him, he started wondering if they found something already.

"Damn, that was fast. What do we got?"

Shaking her head Angela just jumped in. "Not about the case, Studly. But you and me, we gotta talk. Lunch, the diner, one, That ok?"

"Sure Angela. What do we need to talk about? Is Bones in some kind of trouble?" Booth looked worriedly at the platform where he could see Bones standing over the body saying something to her newest grad student.

"Look we can't talk here. Just be at the diner, at one. I promise I'll explain then."

With that she walked away, going back to work.

Checking his watch. He saw it was only 9:45. Booth was going to have to wait three hours to find out what the hell was going on. Slamming out the door, he knew this was going to be a long day.