Thanks for your positive reviews, I really appreciate it! And I do intend to finish my other story but school tends to kill muses so I work on the ones that present the strongest.

Six weeks later Booth showed up at the Jeffersonian on a Sunday morning around ten-thirty, having skipped church to take Parker back to Rebecca's after an unexpected sleepover, and he'd fully expected to find Brennan bent over a skeleton on the platform. He'd figured the two of them could hit a brunch at the diner or maybe the Waffle House and maybe, if he was lucky, he could convince her to leave the lab the rest of the day and spend it entertaining him.

However the secure sector was severely lacking in bones- skeletal remains or otherwise.

As he stood there, perplexed over the unusual absence of his favorite forensic anthropologist he spotted Camille Saroyan coming out of her office wearing jeans and carrying a briefcase and he took three steps to the left to put himself in her exit path out of the lab. When she noticed him her shoulder visibly sagged and she let out a strangled groan.

"No. Not another case. Not today. I just wanted one day to myself to catch up on a little paperwork, read a trashy novel, and drink some wine. With Maya out with her friends for the day I figured I could finally get some of this done."

Booth chuckled and shook his head.

"No case, Cam. I'm just looking for Bones. Any idea where she could be?"

Cam raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow back at him skeptically, drawing her shoulders back defensively, as if he were going to jump out at her and shout 'just kidding!' or something.

"Doctor Brennan doesn't come in until at least one on Sundays now, Booth."

"Since when?"

"I don't know. A month. Maybe longer."

"Why?"

She huffed dramatically and switched her briefcase to her other hand so she could draw her hand up to her hip in a gesture that Booth guessed was seeing a lot of action now that his friend was caring for the teenage daughter of her late ex-fiancé.

"I'm not her keeper, Booth. Doctor Brennan does more than her fair share of work around her and as far as I'm concerned the less the lab has to pay her in overtime, the better. Besides, I'm surprised you haven't tagged the poor woman like an endangered animal by now."

Booth debated the merits of doing exactly that for a second before flashing Cam a broad, toothy smile and stepping out of her way, letting the frazzled looking administrator have her escape route back.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll just go wait in her office, then. Have a good day, Camille."

"You too, Seeley."

But when Brennan showed up at twelve fifty-seven she huffed defensively and refused to answer his inquiries into her whereabouts.

"I am not an errant child, Booth. If I don't want to come in until after noon on one of my days off then I don't have to. Drop it."

And he did… for the moment.

However, when the next Sunday rolled around Booth found himself parked outside of Brennan's apartment building in a car confiscated by the FBI in conjunction with the bust of a narcotics ring three weeks prior at five-thirty in the morning. They used vehicles like that all the time for stake outs and he was doing exactly that- he was staking out his partner to find out what she did on Sunday mornings that she found so embarrassing that she couldn't tell him about it.

The lights in her bedroom window turned on less than twenty-minutes later.

It wasn't until eight ten that she actually exited her apartment dressed in a beautiful but modest looking skirt and blouse and heels with a large gym bag over her shoulder. The bag went into the trunk of her car and she took off left out of her complex, driving right by him without ever seeing him.

He counted five steamboats then cranked the car as he lifted his seat up out of its reclined position then whipped out of his spot to follow her.