The following Monday they are in her office doing more paperwork.

"I wish someone would find a dead body already. I hate paperwork."

"Booth!"

"I didn't say I wished that someone died, I just said that I wished someone would find a dead body."

"Implying that action of killing has already taken place, and that you aren't wishing murder on anyone?"

"Exactly."

"Understood. I need to get out of the lab."

"On Thursday you couldn't wait to get back to the lab."

"Yes, but I was optimistic about my stack of paperwork then."

"And now?"

"I'd like to stab myself in the eye with a pencil."

"Bones that's a little bit extreme don't you think?"

"It would get me out of paperwork."

"True."

"How did we accumulate so much paperwork?"

"We always put it off."

"You always put it off."

"What's your excuse?"

"It's more interesting to wait until you do yours."

"Touche."

She pulls a blank sheet of paper out of her printer. She begins doodling.

"Whatcha doing?" he asks.

"Doodling."

"You just now started?"

"Yes why?"

"I've been doodling for an hour."

She ignores him and returns to her doodles.

"Are you drawing a dolphin?" he asks.

"No," she answers.

"You're lying."

"I'm drawing something else," she tells him.

"A flower?"

"Maybe."

"A daffodil?"

"Booth shut up."

"Fine, I'll go back to my doodles."

"Please," she requests.

Five minutes later Temperance has her head on her desk. Her head is lying on top of a stack of manilla folders. Her eyes are closed. He puts down his pen and looks at her.

"She's got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain, I hate to look into those eyes, and see an ounce of pain."

She looks up at him.

"Booth?"

"Huh?"

"I'm about to fall asleep."

"I'll go get coffee."

"And Thai food."

"Bones it's barely eleven thirty."

"It'll be at least noon before you get back."

"Fine," he agrees.

It's ten after noon when he gets back. He walks into her office and sits the food on her coffee table. He moves over to her desk with a cup of coffee. He stares at her as she drools on folder, simultaneously snoring.

"There is a microfracture to the left Ulna," he says.

She opens her eyes and sees his tie. She sits up and looks at him.

"Did you have a nice nap?" he asks.

"I was just resting my eyes," she lies.

"Really?"

"Uh huh."

"That's funny."

"Why?"

"Because you were snoring."

"I don't snore."

"Ok. Let's pretend for a minute that you don't what's all over that folder?"

"Um..."

"I'll give you a hint, saliva."

"What?"

"You were drooling."

She wipes her mouth off. He hands her a cup of coffee.

"Thanks," she gets out of her chair, and moves to the couch.

"And I'll be your crying shoulder, I'll be love's suicide, and I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life,"she tells him.

"And I dropped out, I burned up, I fought my way back from the dead. Tuned in, turned on, remembered that thing that you, you said,"he responds.

"Booth?"

"Huh?"

"Do you think that it means something that every song we've chosen to quote lyrics from has to do with love or sex?"

"Yes," he answers.

"I thought so."

"Why?"

"Tell me that we belong together, dress it up with the trappings of love, I'll be captivating, I'll hang from your lips, instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above," she quotes to him.

"We belong together," he answers.

"So..."

"We belong together," he repeats.

"But..."

"We belong together. You and I we belong together," he tells her.

"We're partners."

"But the universe, it wants more. I want more, we belong together."

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been so sure in my whole life. Everything I've said the past few days, I meant it."

"Even the biting me part?"

"Well that was figurative."

"I know, but..."

"I meant all of it."

"I did too."

"I hoped that you did, but I never can tell with you."

"Let's just do it."

"Do what?"

"Let nature take it's course."

"Ok," he agrees.

"No," she tells him.

"Here?"

"I don't know."

"There are cameras everywhere."

"Not in limbo," she reminds him.

"I don't want to take that kind of chance, and skeletons kind of put a damper on things."

"Ok," she agrees.

"Ok what?"

"We're on lunch."

"Your point?"

"We can leave."

"Where would we go?"

"To my apartment."

"Why your apartment?"

"It's closer," she reminds him.

"Are you sure about this? Because once we do this we can't undo it. Once this happens we can't go back."

"I don't want to."

"Ok, let's go."

She's locking the door behind her as Booth is undoing his tie. She turns to him their lips lock. His phone begins vibrating. They ignore it. Her phone begins to ring.

"You've got to be kidding me," he groans as he flips open his phone.

Temperance pushes talk on her phone, "Brennan," she answers.

They hang up seconds later. He turns to her.

"Cam," he answers.

"Angela calling me."

"Because Cam told her to?"

"Yup."

"We've gone days with out a single body, and now..."

"Let's make wrap this case up as quick as possible."

"We have to do it right. Even if our thoughts are elsewhere."

"Let's go back to the lab," she agrees.

"I've never heard you say that in such a disappointed tone."

"Come on," she ushers him out the door.