So, this is the sequel to Easier is Not Our Way, but like I said, it can be written on it's own. Mostly the other is just a set up so you arent shocked when Booth and Bren are already together in this fic.

Brennan leaned over the kitchen counter, her eyes poring over the case file while she waited for her coffee to finish brewing.

It was around ten at night and she hadn't slept in almost three days. Not because she wasn't tired, she was dog tired. But she was also convinced there was missing something and her mind wouldn't let her sleep until she found the break in the case.

The break that would lead to the arrest of one of their two main suspects.

The coffee pot stopped gurgling and she pulled her nose out of the file long enough to reach for the cup. She never made it though, as two strong arms slid around her waist and pulled her back, away from the counter and the steaming liquid.

"Bo-oth." She whined, too exhausted to make a convincing protest.

"What?" He muttered, bending low to place soft kisses on her neck.

The sensation of his warm lips against her skin sent goosebumps up and down her arms.

"Booth. Don't, I have to look at this file." She tried to wriggle out of his grip, but to no avail. His arms kept her flush against his body.

"You've been over it at least a dozen times Babe, and you haven't slept in three days." He set his chin on her shoulder thoughtfully as he swayed from side to side, instantly relaxing her in his arms.

She turned to look at him, and he continued to hold her close.

"Neither have you." She pointed out, refusing to meet his gaze. She was afraid she wouldn't be able to resist that hungry look in his eye.

He nodded, and placed a quick kiss on her lips.

"I know. But neither of us are any good to this woman if we're too tired to function."

Brennan fidgeted with his tie, unconsciously loosening it from around his neck and pondered his point.

"Well, I can't sleep. My mind won't stop working on the case." She muttered, knowing he understood her dilemma.

Booth grinned. "I think I can help with that."

He lifted her chin and leaned in for another kiss. This one deep and hard, causing her legs to fail beneath her.

"Booth," she pulled away, "I really have to…"

Booth ignored her interruption and bent low to hoist her up over his shoulder.

"Booth!" She pounded lightly on his back, unable to suppress her laughter as he carried her away to the bedroom.

"Believe me Bones, you'll thank me in the morning." He grinned and kicked the door shut.

Booth was right. When they woke up the next morning from their first full night of sleep in over 72 hours, she did thank him.

And then she thanked him again.

And he was thankful for that.

And they were both late for work.

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"You did naughty things last night." Angela crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against Brennan's doorway at noon.

"Angela." Brennan warned, but the small blush that crept into her face only encouraged her nosey friend.

"Ohhh… and maybe again this morning?" The artist plopped down across from Brennan and put her elbows on the desk.

"You're welcome by the way."

Brennan glanced at her but immediately went back to shuffling the papers on her desk.

"For what?"

Angela sat back and folded her arms triumphantly.

"For you and Booth. If I wasn't constantly poking and prodding at you two…who knows when you would have finally realized you were perfect for each other?" A satisfied grin spread across her face.

"I don't know what that means." Brennen stood, pulling on her lab coat and strategically avoiding her friend's gaze as she left the office. "And if that's your train of logic. I should be thanking a murderer who's case upset Booth so much that he got black out drunk and I had to take care of him and..."

"Yeah yeah Bren, deny it all you want, but you're still welcome."

Angela fell into step beside her and knew by the look on Brennen's face that 'girl talk' was over. Time for work talk.

Rats! Booth is so much more interesting!

"I finished the facial reconstruction for your Jane Doe and I'm going to run it through missing persons, see if we have a match." She hoped her previous thoughts wouldn't be betrayed by her tone.

But then, Brennen really wasn't the type to notice that sort of thing anyway.

"Here," She reached inside her file and pulled out a few sheets of paper, "try these first. They fit the description of the victim."

Angela took the papers, nodding and heading in the direction of her office while Brennen swiped her card and went up onto the platform.

"Oh and Angela!"

She stopped and turned around to see Brennen leaning far over the banister, looking at her.

"Yeah Sweetie?"

Brennen bit her bottom lip and hesitated for a moment.

"Thank you."

Then she turned and went to the bones, completely missing the delighted grin that brightened Angela's face and the way she practically skipped the rest of the way to her office.

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