Here is a little scene that I thought was missing from trouble in the panhandle, they never did address the one bed situation. The title is what Cam asked the pair when they were on the web cam in the trailer, I'm sure you all notice that they didn't answer.

I do not own anything besides my romantically inclined imagination everything else is Heart Hanson and Fox's

Is There Only One Bed?

She was curled up against my side, our legs tangled, her head pillowed on my chest and her arm reaching across me to rest on the far side. I had my arm around her waist, hand resting on her back where her t-shirt had ridden up.

I inhaled deeply I did not want to move, this was something I could get use to. Waking up to her, that lovely scent that is uniquely her. I closed my eyes willing it to go on as long as possible.

I felt her stirring, her breathing pattern becoming shallower. I rubbed her back soothingly hoping it would lull her back to sleep. It seemed to be working until she sighed and opened her eyes, looking up at me.

"Morning" I whispered trying to pro-long the moment.

"Morning" she smiled and didn't move. For a minute, we just looked at each other. "We should get up," she mumbled

"We don't have too. We don't have to be in Dallas until tonight. Go back to sleep." At least just don't move yet my mind begged.

"It's not rational to stay in bed. What if one of the circus people comes looking for us?" she questioned.

"Why are you always so rational? Don't answer that." I smiled as the answer died on her lips. "Besides no one's going to come looking they're already gone."

"Really?" she asked incredulously, I just nodded. "It's still not rational to stay in bed." Something in her tone made me think that there was a but.

"But…?" I questioned and continued drawing circles on her back.

She sighed and laid her head back down on my chest, and began to smooth my t-shirt. "As irrational as it is I'm comfortable here, don't want to move and I could probably sleep longer."

I yawned, "So why don't you?"

"Because it's irrational." She put her hand on my chest and used it to push herself upright. Her hair came to frame her face the sun behind her bringing out the red in it. Her face was glowing with that fresh from sleep look; her skin was glowing, despite the awful bruising on her eye. She looked gorgeous.

"Hey" I groaned, "where are you going?"

She made to open her mount and tell me that it was irrational again but I cut her off, by pulling her back down. "Go back to sleep. We rarely get enough sleep when we're on a case; it's only rational that we take advantage of it when we can." Using her own logic against her.

I thought she was going to get up again, but instead she nuzzled her face into my chest and released a deep breath, "Ok"

I smiled and resumed moving my fingers in circles on her back. Her breathing eased and she seemed to be falling asleep again. I let myself drift off, when I heard, "it's illogical that I can sleep cuddling with you and no one else."

I sighed, "No it's not," when she didn't respond I assumed that she was asleep. "It's where you belong."

I woke the next time to find her in the kitchen of the motor home, making coffee. She was wearing that ridiculous costume again, her eye looked worse.

"Morning" She smiled. I climbed out of bed and moved over the the door.

"Do you need help?"

"No, I'll bring these out in a minute. Go outside and get some fresh air."

I stumbled out the door and looked at the empty lot. She came out and handed me the coffee mug with flowers on it. "Where do you think they are?"

I switched the mugs, "over the horizon." A crumpled piece of paper hit my feet. I bent down and picked it up. Smoothing it out I read, " 'Boris and Natasha and their knives of death' we did it Bones we joined the circus."

She smiled at me, and then we looked out at the horizon.