Disclaimer: I do not own Bones.

And if I did, Agent Perotta would strangely [or not so strangely] disappear from the face of Earth.

Booth/Cam would have never happened

Sully would suck it and go somewhere else

"Hey Bones! Woah..whats with the flowers?" Booth asked as her casually plopped down at her couch while watching his Bones..yes..his Bones write furiously..as usual. Usual. Yes. Everything was just usual. Her office. The furniture. Her usual working habits..and..her work pile. The only things that weren't usual..were the flowers. They were bright red tulips, all wrapped in a fancy bow and put in a pink vase.

More scribbling until she finally spoke.

"Sully sent them."

Sully. The name enough made Booth want to..do what exactly? He felt his chest constrict as he shuffled uneasily on the couch.

"So..he's back? What'd he do? Did he visit you?" He practically hounded her, wanting to know every single detail. Booth felt like..somewhat like a designated body guard to her. If anybody hurt Bones..oh they were just asking for an early funeral. And he was sure she would return the gesture. They were..just partners right? Just partners. Yes.

"Yes. He's back. Sent me tulips...even though I did tell him I liked daffodils..although the thought that counts.." She muttered, before looking up at him from her work and giving him a wry smile.

"You have a new case?"

"Nah. More along the lines, of guiding you to becoming human again. Like eating. Or..taking a break from work once in a while..and carrot sticks and those weird bars you eat don't count."

He replied evenly, a cocky smile riding up on his lips again.

He blinked at the tulips again.

But he knew. He knew that her favorite flowers were Daffodils..second favorite were Daisies. He knew Bones definitely.

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He was back again. At her office, watching her finish up some more paper work, to wrap up the last case. But aside from the tulips, there was a new vase standing right next to it. A turquoise vase with a single daffodil in it. Not much, yet, elegant and beautiful..and lonely. Compared to the tulips that is. Hiding his smirk he cleared his throat.

"Another flower? Geez..someone likes you.." He muttered to her lazily, watching closely for her reaction. Booth, don't get your hopes up.

"I don't know..although the daffodil is really lovely. My favorite..whoever sent the daffodil must of been very kind..or my stalker. How would..whoever sent it know that it was my favorite flower?" She at first replied in a rather sincere tone before crinkling her nose in confusion. Booth chuckled at her facial expression, a smug smile put firmly on his face.

Typical Bones. Who else would know that the Daffodil was her favorite flower? Oblivious as always..

"I know you Bones.." He spoke to himself quietly before standing up, grabbing her jacket and proceeded to drag her away from her desk.

"Huh? Whats that Booth?" She asked, slightly confused and giving up fighting against a tugging Booth to go to lunch.

"Hm? Nah, I was just saying that today is the day that you eat.."

"Oh not pie again. I told you Booth! I don't like my fruit cooked! Today's Wednesday..that means today is Cherry pie day isn't it? I will never understand how you can eat that.."

"Cherry pie day?"

"You have a certain pattern of choosing flavors for pies Booth..don't roll your eyes at me..Alpha Males like you tend to keep to a routine that.."

The pair bickered all the way to the diner about pie.

Booth grinned to himself as he tried his best to look like he was listening to whatever squinty logic Bones was talking about.

Turned out she knew him too. Cherry pie day it was.

Authors Note:

Booth and his pie cracks me up.

I just had to write about it. Cherry Pie day. \o/