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Title: Masquerade. A S. Booth and T. Brennan fic from the tv show "Bones".

Author's note: This is about a new mission of those two to catch a serial killer. They'll have go on a cruise together and feelings start to show up between them.

Read to find out, but PLEASE, let me know what you think about it. Remember to review me if you guys want me to continue this. Enjoy!

Special Thanks to my Beta reader, Katrina! :)

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MASQUERADE Chapter One – Good Morning

There she was, alone, writing her novel, not expecting to be…

"Bones! There you are!"

...Interrupted.

She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily.

"This is my place and I'm supposed to be working here. What's up now, Booth?" she said fast without taking a break to breathe, talking in that smart-ass way she used. Booth's eyes widened, his eyebrows showing maybe it wasn't the right time to talk to her. All right, she wasn't a morning person, but there was something more going on this morning, he just felt it.

"I'm glad you're happy to see me too, Bones." He smiled winningly, his hands resting on his hips as he watched the impatient woman behind her computer.

"I'm not gonna ask you again." She kept her tone serious.

"Ok, fine, then we can talk later about our brand new case, full of bones, blood, bodies in pieces…" He finally walked in then slowly approached, still talking and trying to get her attention. She kept watching him, not excited about the new case at all.

"What? Aren't you excited? Huh?" He tried to sound funny, but it didn't work. He placed his hands on the table and leaned forward, looking into her piercing eyes a few inches from his. "What's that, Bones?" he asked in a low voice.

"Nothing, Booth. Nothing. I'll be out in a few minutes so we can talk." She got back to her keyboard, typing frenetically while looking at the screen, her face devoid of expression. Now it was Booth who rolled his eyes.

He stood up and took a deep breath doing nothing but silently accepting her decision. Before closing the door, he looked at her again. She was still focused on the screen. He called her once again and she gave him a "You're still here?." look.

"Are you serious you don't want to know 'bout this now?"

"Out!" she whispered to him, and then he left with a confused expression.

"Women"

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"Are you serious?"

Cullen cleaned his throat. "I know it sounds crazy but it seems the only way to get this murderer."

Booth and Brennan were in his office. He told both to meet him there at noon, they needed to change plans since discovered the victims had two things in common. A ship, a cruise to the Jamaica's seaboard and they were just married.

They both looked at each other before Booth said," Count me in."

"Going on a cruise is a dream, even to work, but…a whole month?" Brennan finished.

Cullen crossed his arms. "Let me ask you something; are you two still in therapy?"

Brennan opened her mouth to speak, but Booth nodded. "What's the point, sir?"

The man looked at them both as though analyzing the two for a while. He shook his head a little. "Nothing at all. As I said, it seems Dr. Brennan fits the serial killers' target preference, and unfortunately we don't have agents that fit the profile like you do. Agent Booth is perfect for this case, and you being his partner would help us. But if you don't want to I will understand." Cullen's challenge sounded interesting but it'd be dangerous. Besides the fact she would spend an entire month with him, Seeley Booth, the only man on earth able to make her shiver inside.

Booth watched her expressions for a moment and…God, she was absolutely gorgeous. He started to think about being with her for twenty-four hours a day for a month on a cruise in Jamaica. It was like God certainly did hear his wishes.

"It's up to you, Bones. You don't have to feel forced about anything," Booth said.

She faced Booth for the third time that day and looked into his eyes for a moment. Cullen got up from the chair behind the desk feeling like a storm was coming right in front of his eyes. "Excuse me, I need some water."

"You knew it, didn't you?"

"What?"

"..Of course you did! When you came to me earlier asking me if I wanted to know about the case, of course you knew about everything, am I right?! And please, you don't need to lie to me, 'cause we both know you can't!"

"Bones, I…"

"You wanted to ask me about this, didn't you? But I didn't give you a chance, so you thought Cullen…"

"…Yes, I knew about this!" He cut her off. "I just wanted to tell you first about the situation because I know you. You would say no at first. I wanted you to think about this for a while before you said anything, before we had this talk to Cullen, that's it."

She was speechless for a moment, watching him grow concerned about her while she had thought he just wanted to piss her off. What a mess she made inside her mind without any reason to.

"You know, there are a lot of things I have to consider before saying anything."

"I appreciate that, Bones, but we really don't have enough time, so let's keep this arguement for another time, another place, ok?" he said. Through the glass, he saw Cullen walking back. "This guy will continue to kill women. We need to do something to find out who he is, we don't know what he looks like; nothing. It's time to do something."

They heard the door open and Cullen walked in. He immediately took the chair he had sat in before. "Dr. Brennan, have you decided anything?"

Brennan looked back at Booth who gave her puppy dog eyes in return. That was the look, she hated to admit, that was the cutest.

She looked back to the man behind the desk and nodded. "Yes. I'll do it."

She didn't look at Booth, but she could sense a smile growing on his lips.

"Great. So we can proceed." Cullen handed both a letter containing their fake names and details of the case. "There'll be other agents there too, so any help you need, their pager numbers are on this paper, just call. You leave in two days. Any questions?".

"Ahm…" Brennan raised her hands slowly, without taking the eyes off of her letter. "This is saying Booth and I are supposed to…".

She finally looked at Cullen who nodded in response. "Yes. It means you'll have to pretend you're a just married couple. It makes you a target. And Dr. Sweets said it wouldn't interfere with your therapy, so you don't have anything to worry about."

"Fine," Bones said, picturing Sweets smiling happy enough knowing about the news and it made her feel like killing him for that.

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"Can I join you?" Booth asked Brennan who was having her lunch alone.

"Fine," she answered without looking up at the man who had been studying her since that morning. Booth was interested to find out why she seemed so mad at everyone, especially at him.

He kept looking at her still wondering a thousand things that have would made her mad, besides the condition of their new case. She looked at him, finding a pair of eyes looking at her.

"Booth, you know I hate when you watch me eating."

"I'm just worried. Is everything ok?."

"I'm…" Brennan took a deep breath thinking he ignored her line once again. "I'm ok".

"Why don't I believe that?".

"Because you intend to take the piss out of me and I won't give you that pleasure," she said in a cold way and turned back to her lunch. Booth frowned.

"See? There's something! I knew it! It is about this case? Look, we're heading into a unknown situation, and it's ok to be scared."

"You're scaring me."

"Sorry, I'll shut my mouth."

She sighed, sounding more sad than mad at this time. "Booth, you don't need to…"

".. Right. It's about us playing honeymoon, right?"

He felt something stir inside while saying that and he couldn't explain why. For the past three years, this woman had made him feel like a teenager every time he was next to her. She just had an effect on him that was hard to ignore causing dirty thoughts to encroached on his mind. Booth hoped he didn't sound stupid.

"I'm not concerned about this," she said.

"So what is it?"

"Booth, I know you want to protect me from everyone, even my own reflection, but don't you think this is too much?"

"Hey, as your partner, and fake fiancé, I have the right to know what's going on with you. It's not just being improper, I've noticed it, actually, for the past three years, I care about you too."

She looked at him, and there they were, those puppy dog eyes screaming he was not just trying to make her smile but concerned about everything at the same time. Should I tell him? She turned to face her food again, noticing she wasn't eating.

"Have you already packed your things?"

"I'll do it tonight, I don't have much to pack."

"What about Parker?"

"I'll pick him up from school today, so we can talk."

"Good" She played a little more with the food. "…Do you really think it will work?"

Booth looked at his partner finally seeing some concerned expression. "I hope so, we have a good chance to make it work. We rock. That's why they picked us."

"You mean, we make a good team."

"It's the same thing, why do you keep correcting me?"

"Because if I don't, I can't understand what you say. Sometimes you just make things harder to understand."

They both stared each other, maybe thinking about the same thing.

"Aww, I know!! I know why you're mad at me!"

Brennan started to have fun with the situation but she tried her hardest to not show it. Booth continued.

"It's because I didn't drive you home last night! That's it!" He smiled proud of his conclusion but Brennan shook her head.

"Oh." He blanked and suddenly he seemed to remember something else. "Ooh, I got it now! You're mad at me 'cause I disagreed when you said you'd change your hair."

"Booth.."

"..Or is it because Angela told me about your night out?"

"Booth, that's… she WHAT?"

Booth looked around without moving his head. "Ok, we can pretend I never told you that."

"We can't, you've already said it. Why did she tell you about our night out?" She didn't seem angry at all, just curious. He finally got her full attention and that made him curious too. Maybe Angela didn't tell him everything.

"I heard when she was on the phone with you and…"

"You were spying Angela?"

"No, I… I was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, you know."

"But we did nothing!"

"You don't need to lie, c'mon".

"It's true!"

Their faces were closer, not noticing they were raising their tone. "Give me your hand, Bones."

"What for?"

"C'mon, I'm not gonna eat it"

She gave him a embarrassed look. "Sorry??"

Booth closed his eyes for a moment. "Forget it, Bones."

"You mean I should forget she told me things she wasn't supposed to?"

"Why do you keep correcting me? Do you need to play that to scream you're smarter than me and then to make me feel a big head?

"Actually your head is a normal size and we know I'm smarter than you, so why would I do that again?"

"I don't know, maybe just because you're mean."

"Oh, please, don't cry."

"Ok, sarcasm, it means time to walk away. See you tomorrow."

Booth stood up, running his hand on his hair. Damn, she knows how to make my head explode.

To Be Continued…

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