Well, I kind off forgot that story a bit…and you know, sometimes it doesn't take that much to make an author regain trust in her work. So I say thanks to Signe le , and for the message that decided me to continue this work. I only hope that this new chapter will be as great as the previous ones.


Leaning on the closed bathroom door, her hands on her hips, Bones could barely believe what was happening.

"Booth… really I can't believe you forgot to take care of that!"

"Ah c'on 'ke was me 'hoi!"

"What?? Booth! I can't hear anything, step out of the shower!"

"It's ot li' you wou' ke his, honey!"

Hearing that, she turned around and tried to open the door. Once inside the bathroom she caught a towel, and threw it at Booth.

"I can't believe you called me honey."

"Heheee, common Bones, we're supposed to be a couple in vacation. What if somebody happens to know we're not even sleeping in the same bed… I mean that would be useful for the case!"

"Who do you think will come in here! It's not like if murderers we're interested in how many beds there are in a hotel room! And stop being sarcastic, Booth!"

"Anyway, all rooms are booked, so we don't have the choice anymore."

"Yeaaah, right!"

With that, she turned her attention to the mirror. Not really arranging her makeup, she tried not to look at the half-naked body behind her.

"Oh, and by the way…you should get used to those words. Honey, sweetie, sexy… remember, I love my girl!"

She paused, looking at him directly in the eyes through the mirror, suddenly aware of the way he emphasized the word "love" in his quote. She shook her head lightly and looked down.

"This is soooo al—

At this, Booth turned her around so she was facing him, and put his hand on her lips, not wanting her to finish her word. Feeling her soft skin against his, he remembered he was almost naked in front of her. Uncomfortable, he let his hand move from her lips to her chin, and slowly let it down.

"All I do is for the case, Bones. They didn't even ask me if I wanted a room with separate beds…I kind of forgot to mention it. I don't want you to think I made all these arrangements on purpose…sooo you can have your favourite partner closer to you at night."

She let escape a smile, and then a small laugh.

"Yeah…like if I was asking for it."

"Aren't you?"

Still smiling, she chuckled and pushed him back into the shower.

"Sorry I interrupted."

"Ohhh baby, I was done here and just taking advantage of the hot water against my hot body."

Raising an eyebrow, she walked to the door.

"Baby was NOT in your list of words I should get used to."

With that, she closed the door behind her and went sitting on the bed so she could pass through some of the case's papers. Now alone in the bathroom, Booth couldn't help but smile at their playful argument; the same kind they've always had. From the first day they met, every case was a struggle, but she always finds a way to keep it bearable. Even in times when she ignores it. Then he thought of Henrietta and her chocolates…maybe one day he'll find the perfect moment to ask her out; but thinking back, he admitted to himself that Bones was more an impossible woman than a tough one. Staring at himself through the mirror, he made the promise that one day, he'll try. Sighing deeply, he put a dressing gown on and stepped out of the bathroom.

"Hey, did you notice that almost half of our cases are related to drugs? That's horrible how far a human being can go for money."

"Well, sometimes it's more a matter of security to them. When you owe thousands to somebody and you can't pay, and you still need the goods…it gets bad. And the victim, with the quantity of drug he had in his body, let me tell you that he has involved deeply in a bad situation."

"You can't predict that already, all we have is the blood analysis Cam sent us earlier. And there were enough drugs to kill him by overdose, so we can't be sure for now. It could be anything. Tomorrow I'll have a look at the body, send what'll be needed at the Jeffersonian, and then we can have some answers."

"Overdose? It could be anything? Do you think that guy committed suicide, and then got himself trapped in a cage?"

"There's more than one suspect behind this, that's for sure."

"Well, I hope so, Bones!"

He didn't want to smile, but he couldn't help it; he burst into a loud laugh. Bones looked up at him with concern on her face. Not really understanding why he was laughing, she poked him on the shoulder.

"Hey, Booth. Why are you laughing?"

Trying to regain his seriousness, he wiped the tears forming up at his eyes, and leaned to rest his fists on both sides of Bones, so he could have all her attention.

"It's just that…I had an image of the guy trying to get himself in a cage, and it just, you know…"

Still a hundred percent serious at two inches of a laughing face, Bones raised an eyebrow.

"That guy is dead, Booth. And you're laughing at him."

"Ah common, Bones, don't tell me you haven't thought of it!"

"No, really, I—

Before she could finish her sentence, he caught her wrists and forced her to lie on her back on the bed. Making sure she wouldn't move he squeezed his knees on her body.

"Okay, say peanut without laughing"

"Booth!! What are you doing?! Do you recognize I could kick your fertility away right now???"

"Yeah, I thought of that, but I took the chance. And you know what? You wouldn't dare hurting me. Otherwise, I'd be already out of consciousness."

With that, he felt a deep pain in his legs, and the next thing he knew he was lying face down on the floor. A bit dizzy, he tried to turn himself, when he realized he was paralysed to the ground. Then, he felt a warm breath on his neck. Looking where that heat came from, he caught a glimpse of Bones' lips near his right ear. He could see she was smiling.

"Peanut"


That night, they had to meet the local agents in charge of the case at a nice party near the beach. Thankfully for them, it was a big party with a lot of people, so they were not likeable to be remarked. It was the most important event in the season, and the high class people were the first guests to be invited. Because the dead guy was probably a drug dealer, it was the perfect place to find some of his clients.

"Ahh! My back really hurts, Bones! What have you done to me??"

"Don't be so fragile, I didn't even touch your back."

"Well, except you turned me upside down, and down the bed, and held me head against ground, no you barely touched me."

"Sarcasm again."

"Oh, because I didn't even touch your back wasn't sarcasm?!"

She let go her search for the local agents through the crowd, and looked at Booth directly in the eyes.

"I'm sorry I hurt you."

"It's okay, but just don't do it again, alright?"

"You said I wouldn't dare! You were asking for it."

Still holding her gaze, he smiled and looked down for half a second. Looking up again, he offered his arm, and she took it. Walking alongside through the crowd, some people were looking at them now and then.

"What's wrong with us? I mean, everybody's looking at us as if they know we aren't really together."

"Relax, Bones. Maybe they're only jealous. Look at you!"

"Well, thanks. You look good yourself!"

Still looking straight ahead, he chuckled and squeezed her hand lightly against his. He paused and made her face him. Flashing his charm smile he replied:

"Thanks, Bones."

"You're welcome. That's what lovers do isn't it? Compliment each other."

"Yeah, that's a good beginning!"

"The agents are supposed to be there by now. Maybe we should start walking back to our table."

With that she tried to regain her place alongside Booth, but he caught her by the waist and let her staring at him. With all his seriousness, he leaned close to her ear, so nobody could hear.

"Maybe I should kiss you."

He had a million shivers at that moment. Maybe it was because what he said came right from his heart, when they were undercover. Maybe it was because his lips were pickling at the closeness of Bones' cheek. Maybe it was the fact that he had no idea how she would react. Maybe it was because he wanted that moment to happen since too long, and maybe there were a thousand other reasons. He only had to move his head back, look at her directly through the eyes, read her thoughts, feel that she wants it, catch her neck softly and lean to feel her lips on his. But that moment seemed caught between two worlds. Like if time had stop and let the two of them decide what would happen next. Nothing else mattered. For a few seconds that felt like hours, neither of them moved.


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