A/N: Ok, firstly, I'm beyond thrilled that you all are liking this fluff-fest. I hope you'll continue to like it. So, without further ado, enjoy!

Chapter 4: Daisy's dress and Brennan's bra

Saturday

At approximately eight o'clock the next morning Daisy opened her inquisitive brown eyes and yawned, blasting her new daddy's face with her dog breath. He didn't stir, however, which had been her prime objective. She was awake, after all, so shouldn't he be awake too? She whined softly, sniffing at his face and snuffling loudly when his hair tickled her nose. Still nothing. She was hungry. She then rolled out the big guns, giving his face a bath. That did the trick.



Booth was in the middle of a wonderful dream that would have given Sweets a heart attack and earned him a major ass-kicking from Brennan. He ignored the sound of the yawn and the bad smell that wafted across his nostrils, his sleep addled brain not yet registering the fact that he wasn't alone in bed. He then felt something cold and wet go across his face, up to his hairline, whereupon there was a snuffling noise, then quiet.

It was odd that such things would happen in the dream. He had never known Brennan to have bad breath, plus there was no way she should be yawning. And the cold, wet thing…he could only imagine what that was. Then he felt the tongue, licking his face all over. It was too small to be Brennan's and…again, even for a dream, it was slightly strange.

His brow furrowed and he cracked open an eye, only to be met with a small pink tongue that obviously had no regard for where it was licking. He raised a fist to his eye and wiped it, opening the other one, and focusing on the small puppy that was still busily licking his face as though her life depended on it. He put both hands around her and lifted her up and away from his face. She leaned towards it though, still attempting to reach it with her tongue.

"Hey, you," he whispered to her. At the sound of his voice, her tail began to instantly wag. He suddenly remembered the previous night, and glanced over at the other side of the bed. It was empty. He listened, but couldn't hear anyone in the bathroom. He looked back at Daisy.



"Let's go find Mommy, huh? Then we can try to go out again." He got out of bed, the puppy tucked under his arm, her tail still going a mile a minute. He glanced over his bedroom, eyes peeled for messes. He found two.

"At least you didn't go in the bed," he mumbled, trying to find a bright side. It was his partner's turn to clean up anyhow. That thought brought a grin to his face, and he ambled out into the hallway.

"Bones?" he called, carrying Daisy into the living room. He stopped short, noticing her on the couch, curled up and asleep. He wondered when she'd moved. He couldn't recall her leaving the bed. He watched her for a moment, noting the small movements and facial twitches that indicated a dream. He located Daisy's leash, clipped it on her and moved to the door.

A thought hit him then, and he retrieved the camcorder, setting it up on the coffee table so it could record her sleeping. She'd probably kill him later, but it'd be worth it. He led the puppy outside and stood in the center of the grass patch, looking down at her while she looked up at him, presumably having no idea what she was supposed to do.

"Come on Daisy! Just try…for me. Try for Daddy! I know you can do it!" She stared at him with those liquid brown eyes of hers, pleading with him to tell her what to do, to make her understand.

"Look, Daisy, here's the deal. If you keep messing in the house, Bones will keep recording me cleaning, and that's just humiliating for us both. I know it's easier for you to go in the house, but you need to be a big girl; for both our sakes."

Her tail moved back and forth, but it was obvious to Booth that he wasn't going to get anything out of her that morning.

"We'll try again later," he informed her. He glanced at his watch as he walked her back inside. "Maybe Mommy's awake."

And, indeed, she was. Booth glanced at the coffee table, and noted that the camcorder was missing. Brennan, hearing the door shut, poked her head around the corner.

"I made coffee." Her head disappeared back into the kitchen.

"Thanks." He unclipped the leash and set it back in its designated place.

"Did she do anything?" Brennan asked.

"Nope. There's messes in the bedroom for you to clean up though."

"Messes? Oh no, we agreed to take turns; therefore, one of those is all yours."

She had him there. "Ok, so which do you want? Liquid or solid?" He regretted giving her the choice as soon as the question left his mouth.

"Solid." She took off down the hall with a paper towel, and returned after flushing it.

"There, done in mere seconds." She grinned at him almost evilly. "Now, go clean up yours. If you hurry, I won't record it."

He glared at her briefly, and left to clean. When he came back, she was sitting at the table with her coffee mug, sipping thoughtfully. He saw that she'd fed Daisy, and the puppy was happily munching away.

"Speaking of recording, where is the camcorder?" he asked her, joining her at the table.

Without skipping a beat, she replied, "I hid it."

"Why?"

"Because when I woke up, I found that it was recording me sleeping. Not liking that one bit, I decided to hide it where you would never find it."

He nodded slowly. "We'll see about that. In the meantime though, I have another question." Before he could state the question, she answered.

"Because both you and Daisy snore. I had to move."

"How'd you know what I was going to ask?"

She winked at him, "My gut."

He smiled at her. "Didn't think you had one."

She finished her mug and put it in the sink, changing the subject. "Rebecca called while you were out with Daisy. She's dropping Parker off at noon."

"Good. I can't wait for him to see Daisy." He picked the puppy up, holding her at face level. "Hear that? Your big brother's coming for a sleep over!"

Brennan raised her eyebrow at him. "That's slightly disconcerting."

"What is?"

"Parker being Daisy's big brother."

"Why?"

"I'm just saying it raises certain images, that's all," She moved into the living room and sat on the couch.



"Images like?"

"For example, you plus Rebecca equals dachshund puppy."

It's was his turn to raise an eyebrow. "That's just creepy Bones. You know what I meant."

"I do know what you meant, but it also throws the whole family name thing into chaos. If Parker is Daisy's brother, and his mother's Rebecca, and I'm supposed to be Daisy's mother, then what is the relationship between Daisy and Rebecca? Does Daisy have two mothers, or is Rebecca some sort of stepmother?"

"Ok…what?" Booth was confused.

"Never mind. We have two hours until Parker gets dropped off. What do you wanna do?"

"I don't know about you but I'm gonna find that camcorder."

She snorted. "Good luck."

They were saved further conversation by the sound of a package hitting the door. Booth opened it, and came back with small box wrapped in brown paper. It had been sent express, and a groan escaped his lips as he glanced at the return address.

"It's from Sweets."

Brennan frowned. "He must have mailed it right after we left yesterday for it to get here so soon. Open it."

He did so, first taking the note that lay inside and reading it aloud.

Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan,

I deduced that you'd end up at Booth's because of the fact that the puppy isn't house trained. If you're reading this: Am I good or what? Anywho, I realized right after you left that I'd forgotten to put some things in the box. I'll see you next Friday and don't forget to bring in the camcorder. I'll bet there'll be some interesting footage.



Dr. L.M. Sweets

"Wonder what the 'M' stands for?" Booth wondered after reading the letter.

"Who cares about the 'M'? Let's see what he sent," Brennan pulled the contents of the package closer to her, leaving Booth to guess what Sweets' middle name could possibly be.

"Maybe Michael or Matthew…or Marie," he laughed at this and Brennan sighed.

"Let's see what's in here." She pulled out a bag of puppy treats. "Maybe these will help with house training." She placed them on the table, and in seconds there was a puppy sniffing crazily and putting her front paws on the table, trying to reach the treat bag. "Obviously she's had these before."

The next item was a bottle of puppy shampoo, which she carried into the kitchen and placed by the sink. When she returned, Booth was holding up the last item, a goofy smile on his face. "Look, Bones, isn't it cute?"



Brennan eyed the little pink sundress her partner was holding up. "It's adorable, but what's it for?"

He looked at her like she'd grown another head. "It's for Daisy of course. So she looks pretty."

"We're supposed to put the dress on the dog?"

"Yea." He scooped up Daisy, thwarting her attempts to get at the treats, and pulled the dress on over her head. He smoothed it down and placed her back on the ground.

"She looks ridiculous. Booth; dogs aren't supposed to wear dresses."

"Well, Daisy does. Sweets wouldn't have sent it if we weren't supposed to put it on her."

"Very well then."



Booth stood up and threw away the empty package. "Now, to find that camcorder before Parker gets here. I want to record his reaction."

"We can still do that. I'll record it."

"Nope. I'm gonna find it." There was a pause, and then he asked, "Can I get a hint at least?"

"No hints. You recorded me sleeping and you're paying the price." She looked at him smugly, and got up and followed him as he left the room to begin searching, Daisy at his heels.

He started in the kitchen, moving from there to the living room, the hall closet, Parker's room, and the bathroom. Now, they were standing in the middle of his bedroom. It had to be in here. It wasn't anywhere else.

"You're looking in all the spots where you would hide it Booth. You need to think like me."

"Was that a hint Bones?"



"Yes, it was, because you're taking way too long. We don't have all day."

"Ok, think like you. Hopefully this won't make my head explode. Where would you hide something you never wanted me to find?" He thought for a moment, biting his lower lip as he did so. She watched him, the smug grin still on her face. Even if he did figure out where she put it, there was no way he'd actually be able to bring himself to touch it.

The thinking didn't appear to be getting him anywhere, and she noticed his gaze travel the room, back and forth until at last falling on her suitcases.

"Aha!" He practically flew to them, picked them up, and set them on the bed. Sure of himself, he unzippered the first and leafed through the pants and shirts within, coming up empty. Brennan just watched, an amused smile replacing the smug grin.

He opened the slightly smaller one, containing her toiletries and undergarments. He recoiled at the sight, his hand stopping just short of touching the neatly folded piled of socks, bras, and panties.

"It's in there, isn't it?" he asked. Her stifled laughter confirmed his suspicion. No way in hell was he going to get that camera now.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to reach in and grab it. You're far too prudish," she said between chuckles.

"I am not prudish Bones. I'm just slightly uncomfortable about touching your…woman things."

"They're bras Booth; bras and panties. They won't bite. On the contrary, they're quite soft…you're blushing again!"

"Am not."

"You are! I guess this means you don't want the camera as badly as you thought you did."

A metaphorical light bulb appeared above Booth's head and he grabbed the suitcase and dumped its contents out on the bed. There it was. The camcorder. The only thing stopping him now was the fact that there was a bra now draped over it.

He swallowed and with two fingers he gingerly picked up the bra as though it was on fire and removed it from the camcorder, not thinking about it being on the floor as he let it drop. Then he 

grabbed the camera swiftly and ran with it out of room, Daisy following and making short yipping sounds, the bra covering most of her body and dragging along the floor.

"Hey!" Brennan yelled and took off after them, catching up to Daisy first and pulling her bra off the puppy body. She cornered Booth.

"Give it back!"

"No way! You have to share the camera. What would Sweets think if he knew you weren't sharing?"

In answer, she waved the bra in his face. He didn't recoil as he had when previously faced with her bras, instead he looked more closely at it, sudden humor evident on his face. He shot her that cocky grin that made her both want to slap him and kiss him.

"Ya know, I always thought you'd be a bigger size than that."

Her eyes widened, her mouth opened into an 'O', and, to his delight, her face reddened. She pulled the bra away from his face, and hurriedly took off back to his room to put it away.

Booth looked down at Daisy in the pink dress. "What do you think? Should we follow her?"

Daisy looked at him and wagged her tail, which Booth took as a definite yes. He turned the camcorder on and headed down the hall to his bedroom, Daisy following closely behind him.

A/N: Hope you liked it! I know it's been awhile since I updated this, so hopefully this chap earned some forgiveness. Thanks for reading!