This just kind of came to me when I was trying to get to sleep. Plus 'Moving On' doesn't seem to be going anywhere. This story should hopefully have a case and some BB interaction. This chapter is really just setting the scene. I'll get into the gory details of the case later! Hope you enjoy, luv Kate :D

Bones shivered and curled herself into an even tighter ball. I hate this case, she thought, I'm freezing, stuck in an absolute hole of a town, and it's dark all the time. Frankly Bones just couldn't believe that she had given into Booth, although he hadn't really given her that many options. She recalled the events of yesterday afternoon.

Booth had sauntered casually into her office like he always did, causing her to stop typing and look up.

"New case?" she queried.

"Yup," he replied, "c'mon Bones lets go."

She jumped up, grabbing her field kit and shedding her lab coat quickly; a well practised routine. They headed for the exit with Booth's had firmly, almost proprietarily, resting in the small of her back. They passed Angela who noted the field kit and deduced they must have a new case. About time she thought, those two needed some more time together.

They climbed into Booth's SUV and headed off.

"Do you have a case file for me to look at?" Brennan asked, not one for small talk.

"No, we don't yet."

Bones looked slightly affronted. That was a little odd, but she just sat back and let the drive pass by.

A little later she couldn't help but notice that they were heading towards the same area her apartment was in. Brennan's suspicions were further heightened when Booth pulled to a stop right outside her apartment.

Turning to Booth, she said angrily, "Is this some kind of sick joke?"

Booth sighed heavily and ran his hands through his hair. "No Bones this is not a joke. You need to go inside and pack the warmest clothes you have because this case is in…Alaska."

As Bones rolled over again in an effort to get warm, she recalled her incredulity.

When Bones realised Booth was deadly serious she just got out of the car, slamming the door. Brennan took the steps up to the door of her apartment two at a time and then disappeared from view. Booth waited a minute and then followed, not looking forward to the argument that awaited him behind her closed apartment door.

He knocked on the aforementioned door, leaning against the door frame as he waited for Brennan to open it. After a while he realised she wasn't coming and tried the door handle. To his surprise, it was open. Finding Bones in her bedroom throwing a pile of long johns into a suitcase, he cleared his throat.

"Yes, Agent Booth, what do you want?" she asked icily.

"Well, Dr Brennan, I came to see how you were going with your packing," he shot back.

"It's going divingly. I don't need your input for this."

Booth chuckled. "Actually Bones, I believe the word you wanted was 'swimmingly'." She just shot him an evil look and returned to her suitcase.

He tried to explain. "Look Bones I'm sorry okay, but I thought that if I told you where we were going then you would refuse to come!"

She turned around to him, cheeks flaming, angry now. "You're implying that I wouldn't do my job properly?"

Booth just sighed. She really was infuriating sometimes. He left the apartment and went to sit in his car.

The flight had been long and boring. Both had tried to sleep as they knew they wouldn't get another chance until they reached their destination. The silence between them was gaping, neither willing to make the first move towards reconciliation after their earlier fight. After the flight they had driven for another four hours to their destination – a sleepy coastal town called Oval Harbour.

Bones scoffed silently. To call it a town was really stretching it. This…place…had a general store, a sheriff's office and a pub/hotel. Normally she would have been interested in the logistics of living such an isolated life from an anthropological point of view, but today, she had just been too tired. After travelling for almost a day, she was exhausted.

The drive had been relatively tense too. The conditions were icy, and Booth had to concentrate intently on the road. Both felt a little disquieted about the almost perpetual darkness. Since it was January, it was the coldest and darkest time of the year.

They enquired at the hotel about rooms. Surprisingly there was only one room available – a double. That was why Bones was lying in bed next to another sleeping lump called Booth. There was no sofa and both were so tired that they decided to share the bed; sleep being their only priority.

She had called Angela to let her know where she was. Ange, of course, had been excited to know that Brennan was to be sharing a bed with Booth.

"Sweetie, that's great" Angela squealed. "You can't tell me that you're unhappy about sleeping beside that piece of arse!"

"Uh, I can't say I am," Brennan replied.

"C'mon Bren, I've seen the looks you give each other," Angela responded.

Bones had blushed lightly then, and quickly got off the phone before Booth realised they were talking about him.

But Brennan couldn't sleep – she was too cold. Grinding her teeth, Brennan rolled over to the logical solution to her problem. She cuddled up to Booth, thinking him to be asleep. The heat of his body instantly began to permeate her skin and she sighed, knowing sleep wasn't far away. However Booth shifted beside Brennan and wrapped his arm around her, making them both more comfortable.

"I wondered how long it would be until you gave into my charms," he said wryly.

Bones just slapped him lightly on the chest before closing her eyes and relaxing into sleep. Her last coherent thought was that he had a nice chest.