A/N : Ok everyone. I got this chapter up quicker than I expected to. This is going to be the last chapter of this story. Hopefully I'll have another new one up soon. I'm still debating on whether or not to try my luck on a NCIS fic. Well, tell me what you think. Reviews would be greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer : See 1st Chapter.

She didn't think it was a date.

Was it? The thought of him actually asking her to dinner as more than friends didn't even cross her mind when he showed up in her office earlier.

Now, she wasn't so sure.

It wasn't that he had mentioned it being a date, because he hadn't.

It was the fact that they weren't just at Sid's or any other casual restaurant. They were at a fancy Italian restaurant with the white table cloths and the fancy entrees. The kind of place you would go on a date and not just on a casual outing with a friend.

So was it a date? She didn't know, but she sure as hell didn't plan on asking Booth.

If it wasn't a date and he only asked her as a friend he would think she wanted to be more. Which of course she did. But if he didn't want more, she didn't want him to know how she felt.

And if it was a date and she asked he would think she was stupid for not automatically knowing and that would just be plain awkward.

Honestly, she didn't know what to do.

She was snapped out of her inner arguing by, of course, Booth.

"What are you getting, Bones?"

"Um, uh, well-"

Shit! Why didn't I read the menu?

She quickly scanned the menu looking for something that she would eat.

Perfect!

"I think I'm going to have the Chicken Alfredo. What about you?" She gave him a nervous smile. Still wondering what exactly this was that they were doing.

He smiled back at her. God she is beautiful.

"I'm going for the Spaghetti."

"Sounds good." She stated, not actually thinking about the spaghetti but more thinking about how she was going to casually see if this was a date or not.

The waitress came to take the orders and she kept smiling at Booth. It was like she was a dog waiting to be pet.

As Booth told the waitress what he wanted Brennan found herself getting more and more ticked off the more that damn waitress smiled at him!

God why doesn't she just go buy a hotel room and hand him the key? It wouldn't be any more obvious than what you're doing now! And I miss things like this half of the time!

She started to wonder when it started bothering her that other women found Booth attractive.

Just face it, Tempe. You like him and you know it, so just admit it to yourself.

Meanwhile Booth was having the same problem across the table.

What the hell is this woman doing. She is being completely impulsive and rude. I he know she can obviously see that Temperance is my date. Thank god my orders done. Now stop looking at me!

The waitress turned to Brennan and her smile disappeared. She obviously wasn't thrilled to be serving the sexy man's date.

"Yes?" was her dull, rude attempt at asking what Brennan wanted to order.

Well first you can stop being a bitch.

Brennan made sure to say her order in the happiest voice she could have. "Yes, I would like the Chicken Alfredo with a Sweet Tea." She even managed to force out a sly smile and a look that said 'that's right bitch, I know what you want. Too bad he is with me!'

If she wants to be a bitch. I can be just the same. She thought with a quick smirk to herself.

The waitress mumbled something about their food being out shortly and walked away.

Booth had watched the exchange between Temperance and the waitress and wondered when she had become so aware of others actions.

If a guy would have been flirting with her she wouldn't even have realized it, but somehow she managed to see that the waitress was hitting on him and go all out to out-bitch the woman.

Brennan looked up at Booth and smiled almost getting lost in his amazing chocolate brown eyes.

That caused Booth to leave his inner monologue and smile back at her. It seems like they just sat there looking into each others eyes for an eternity. But, of course, it was only a couple of minutes. They were soon interrupted by the impulsive waitress bringing their food.

This time, she didn't dare smile at Booth.

That made Brennan smile broadly at the waitress as she thought about how she scared the younger woman.

They ate their meals talking about anything and everything that they could think of, except for work of course. Neither of them wanted to talk about the one thing that they spent the most of their time doing. They just wanted to get away from it all.

Honestly, it was the best night either of them had experienced in a very long time.

The waitress dropped off the bill to the table and both Booth and Brennan reached for it.

"Come on, Bones. Let me get this. My treat." Booth smiled at her and there was no way she could say no to him.

"Ok. Thank you, Booth." She replied wearing a smile to match his.

After Booth paid the bill he picked up Brennan's coat and held it out for her. She put it on and they left the restaurant to Booth's SUV.

They made the drive to Brennan's house in companionable silence. It was comfortable, almost like it happened all the time. It just felt right to be going to dinner together. With Booth driving her home after.

When they arrived at Brennan's house Booth got out quickly and opened her door for her. She smiled her thanks and he walked her to her door.

"Booth, I'd invite you in but I really need to get to work on my book." She really wanted him to come in, but she knew that she needed to get to writing considering she got no work done today.

"It's ok, Bones." He smiled at her again. "I know you need to get to work. Got to make that book a best seller."

She laughed at his comment. "Thanks for tonight. I had a great time."

He wondered why he suddenly felt so nervous. "Me too. I'm really glad you could come. I figured when I asked you out you'd hit me."

That time she almost burst out laughing. "I wouldn't hit you, Booth!"

"Yeah, because you haven't hit me before or anything." He smirked at her.

She remembered the many times she had hit him in the past and laughed to herself.

"Ok, so I would hit you but I didn't. That has to count for something." She smiled at him.

"It does, Bones." He smiled. "So, I have one last question before I leave."

A confused look cover her features and Booth smiled. She was always so cute when she was confused.

"What?" she asked still holding the look.

He took a step closer to her and touched her hand. "Does this mean I get a second date?"

She smiled. Not just because he wanted a second date, but because she finally knew that this was a date.

"Yes, Booth. You do get a second date."

His smile beamed even brighter than it already was. He then stepped even closer to her and bent his head down slowly. Giving her time to back out if she wanted to.

She took that as her cue and reached up to close the distance between them.

The kiss was soft and sweet. Like they were testing the waters.

When they pulled away from lack of air they were both smiling like idiots.

They both said goodnight and Booth promised to call her tomorrow to set up their next date.

With one last quick kiss Booth was gone and Brennan was left on the doorstep wondering why neither of them realized how they felt sooner.

She went in and sat down at her laptop to work on her book. As she looked at the empty screen she still couldn't concentrate.

Temperance Brennan was distracted. But, this time she liked it.

A/N : Well, there you have it. The End. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for my support and for reading. - Emily.