AN: So, funny story. I never actually intended this to be a chaptered story-Leap was supposed to be a oneshot. But I forgot to mark it as complete, and when people started signing up for story alerts (Thank You, by the way!) I figured I should try and get some more written. Turns out, I have more ideas for this story, so there should be more chapters to come!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Bones is owned by Fox and Hart Hanson. I write for entertainment only, not profit, and no copyright infringement is intended. But boy, what I wouldn't do to own Booth (Or Hodgins for that matter...)

Brennan woke up the next morning to the feel of strong arms holding her closely.

"Mmm..." she mumbled, snuggling up to the warm man beside her before she woke up fully and sat bolt upright.

Booth...is in my bed, she thought before quickly recalling the events of the previous evening. It had been a night of reconnection and though he'd tried, ever the gentleman, to go home around 2AM, she'd insisted he stay the night. They hadn't had sex-hell, Booth had refused to even come into her bedroom until she'd already changed into pyjamas-but they'd held each other tightly throughout the night.

"Where're you goin?" Booth murmured, still half asleep, as Brennan moved to step out of the bed.

"I was going to get a glass of water," she said softly, moving the blanket back up over his arm. "Stay here. I'll be back."

"Mmm-mm. You stay here," he said, his eyes still closed as he reached out and found her torso, pulling her back to him. She laughed.

"For me this is strange, but I would truly find that preferable. Unfortunately, it is 6AM, and I have to get ready to go in to the lab. I need some water and aspirin before I can go anywhere, seeing as how Angela's idea of girl's night has left me feeling unwell," Brennan said, realizing only at this point that her head was pounding. The hangover wasn't too bad overall, but her head definitely needed some help. She leaned down to press a kiss to his temple before rising fully off the bed. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and groaned.

"Six, huh? Yeah..I guess I should head home to get a clean suit and head in to the Hoover. Damn but I wish I could just stay here with you all day." Brennan turned from her place at the doorway to the room and smiled at him.

"Feel like getting lunch at the diner today?"

"I wouldn't miss it."

It was 7:30 when Brennan strolled in to the Jeffersonian. She headed to her office and hung up her jacket, then sat at her computer to catch up on a few emails before heading into the lab to see what was in store for the day. They didn't have any cases at the moment, so Brennan was contemplating working on one or two of the civil war Johns and Janes. She had just finished sending off the last email when a figure entered her doorway and a very familiar voice nearly squealed,

"Soo...how was your night?" Brennan looked up at Angela and smiled.

"Just fine, Ang, thanks. How was yours?" she asked, nonchalantly, as if she had no idea why Angela was so interested.

"Ugh, Bren, sweetie, don't try and play innocent with me. It's not gonna work. Come on, spill! What happened after I left?"

"Well, after somebody invited somebody else over to my house and then snuck out," Brennan said, trying to glare convincingly at Angela but failing miserably, "we talked. And...well, we got a few things out in the open. He spent the night and we are going to have lunch together today."

"Woah, woah, he spent the NIGHT?" Angela exclaimed, trying-and failing-to keep her voice down.

"Yes. We didn't have intercourse, if that's what you're thinking," Brennan clarified, knowing full well that that was what her best friend had been thinking, "but he did spend the night at my house and it was...very nice."

"Eee!" Angela exclaimed, leaning down to wrap her arms around her best friend. "Oh Bren, I'm so happy. I didn't imagine this would happen when I called Booth. Well okay maybe I imagined it but I didn't actually think it would happen. I'm so happy for you. Are you happy? You are happy, right?" Angela was beginning to babble, but she caught herself and stopped before she went any further. Brennan smiled.

"Yes, Ang. I am happy. Irrationally so, actually. I see no reason to be as happy as I am, especially as I have a horrible headache. But somehow, the headache doesn't matter. I'm happy and it feels like nothing will stop that. Also, I'm irrationally excited about lunch. I don't even like eating lunch."

"Yeah, because usually you'd rather be working. Funny how seemingly unimportant things like lunch can become instantly more appealing when you admit you're in love, huh?" Brennan smiled and shook her head slightly, a blush coming to her cheeks. Angela grinned widely again.

"It's just about eight. I'd better go. I've got a few reconstructions to work on. We'll talk later," she said, grinning with just a hint of mischief in her eyes. Brennan knew Angela was never up to any good when she got that look. She smiled and glanced at her computer screen again before looking at Angela.

"Yeah, alright. I'll see you a little later, Ang. When you finish those reconstructions let me know." Angela turned and left her office. As Brennan stood up to do the same, she caught sight of a framed picture on her desk. It was one Hodgins had taken of her and Booth a couple of years before. She smiled and began to anticipate lunch time again. They hadn't made any specific plans regarding time yet, so she decided she would call Booth at 11:45 to see when he wanted to have lunch.

11:30 AM
The Lab

Brennan was trying to focus on the body lying in front of her, but every synapse in her body seemed to be humming with anticipation. She knew, logically, that synapses did not hum, and certainly not in anticipation, but she was so jittery with irrational excitement-after all, how often had she and Booth shared a meal?-that she could barely concentrate. Even after three and a half hours, she'd only finished with one body and had barely started on this one. She started her tape recorder.

"Pelvic structure shows victim is female. Dentals indicate age to be mid-twenties, although upper left canine tooth is missing and both upper front teeth are broken. Damage to the front teeth appears to be antemortem, but the canine was removed postmortem."

"Hey, Bones," came a casual voice from behind her. Brennan whirled around, startled. She hadn't heard the familiar beep of an identity card being swiped. She hastily hit the 'stop' button on her recorder.

"Booth!" she said, a bit more happily than she had intended and drawing the glances of several of her coworkers, including Cam and Hodgins.

"Could we talk for a minute?" he asked casually, indicating with his head that they should go up to her office.

"Yes, of course. Ah, is everything okay? We don't have a case, do we?"

"No, no case," he said, as he followed her out of the lab. They walked upstairs to her office and they were soon out of sight of the other scientists.

"What was that about?" Cam asked Hodgins.

"You've got me," he said, shrugging. "If anyone's going to know it'd be Angie." Cam grinned.

"Yeah, you're probably right."

Brennan shut the door behind Booth as they entered her office. She turned to find her immediately in front of her, and he leaned down to kiss her softly before he spoke.

"God, I've been waiting to do that all day. Hi." he said.

"Hi, Booth," she said, almost shyly.

"I was bored, so I decided to leave for lunch a little early-is that ok? Are you ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready. I was going to call you in a few minutes anyway. We hadn't decided on a time," she said, looking up at him, "but I'm glad you came before I called. I...missed you." The words sounded strange to her, even coming from her own mouth, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. Booth smiled widely at her.

"I missed you too," he said. "I hope I didn't make Cam and Hodgins suspicious down there, showing up like this when there's no case." Brennan shrugged.

"Probably, but I am sure they won't say anything to you. Well, maybe not. They'll probably go and ask Angela while we are at lunch." Brennan shrugged out of her lab coat and pulled on her jacket over her turquoise blouse as she spoke.

"That colour is incredible on you," Booth said, drawing her eyes to his with a gentle tug to her chin as he admired her. Brennan blushed.

"I like turquoise. It reminds me of the ocean," she said.

"It matches your eyes," he said softly, leaning down to kiss her again. She stretched her arms up to lock themselves behind his neck as she returned his kiss. He pulled back reluctantly after a minute.

"We really should go get some lunch," he said, "or we're going to run out of time."

"You're right, of course," Brennan said, trying to regain full control of her breathing. She reached up to pull her messy ponytail out of its holder and ran her fingers through her hair a few times to straighten it out. "Let's go." They peeked out of her office down to the lab to see that it was empty, and then clasped hands as they walked out of the building. They didn't see Angela and Hodgins peeking at them as they left, Angela quietly squealing and Hodgins chuckling and shaking his head at the two of them.