We apologize for the delay. We work around the time difference and hectic schedules to give you good chapters. It takes some time to get a new chap up for you the readers, but we work hard in order to make them as good as they can get.

The people in the Spanish section have had the update up for a couple hours before you guys and galsXD I was out, getting chatted up by my little brothers' friend's mom. I tried to make the getaway towards the front door a few times, but it just felt wrong and rudeXD but anyway, here the update is finally up:)

By the way, we have the awaited B&B private talk:) it's a start;)

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Booth was finishing with his shower when he heard incessant knocking on his front door. Who can it be at this hour?, he thought. It was nine, time for dinner or bed for most. He contemplated getting dressed, but he imagined whoever it was would leave soon so he wrapped a towel around his waist. The knocking continued.

"I'm coming!" He yelled, opening the door without looking to see who it was only to find himself face to face with Brennan. "Bones! What are you doing here?" He asked with hope. Could it be that she remembers?

Brennan had come with the disposition to ask him if they'd slept together, but she wasn't expecting to find him seminude. Why did she feel such a desired pull to caress his chest?

"Why do you insist on calling me Bones?" She replied curtly. Booth felt his hopes shatter.

"But you like it."

"I don't like it."

"Yes it…Bones, are you okay?" He asked as he saw how Brennan swayed softly. He grabbed her by the shoulders so she could keep her balance, but as soon as he let go he noted how her legs were going to give out. "Hold on. I'll take you to my bed. You'll be more comfortable there." He said as he placed a hand on her shoulders and the other under her knees, sweeping her off her feet. Brennan thought about protesting, but it felt so good…His damp and naked chest radiated heat and when one water droplet fell from his wet hair down to his chest, she felt the need to follow the path with her tongue. Why did she feel like a horny teenager?

Booth carried her, thinking of nothing else other than how she was until she rested her head against his chest. In that instant he remembered another time when he'd carried her to his bed, only that time they'd…He wanted with all his might to take her to bed and make love to her until she remembered. But he couldn't because she wasn't okay and he was a gentleman.

He sat her on the bed and both sighed. It was so difficult to have the other so close and not be able to…

"Bones, are you alright? What happened?"

"Booth, I'm fine." She answered with annoyance. "Sometimes I feel a little dizzy when I have flashbacks…" Brennan had no idea how that could have slipped her tongue.

"Wait, you're remembering things?" The hope was evident in his question. "Does Angela know? Do the doctors know?"

"I don't want to worry Angela." She lied. "But yes, every now and then I remember certain situations." She found it interesting to discover how easy it was to fall into conversation with Booth.

"And what have you remembered?" The agent asked, full of curiosity.

"You and I having sexual intercourse." Brennan answered, fixing her gaze on his before roaming her eyes over his body without hiding it. "And from what I've been able to remember it was quite pleasurable." It was provoking, she knew.

Booth was shocked and even more when he noted how his body was responding to her words. He must have done something really bad in another life in order to receive such a punishment. He couldn't sleep with her until she fully got her memory back, but the temptation…

"Only quite pleasurable?" He asked with a quavering voice.

"The truth is that it was very pleasurable. You must be a great lover." She commented as she slowly licked her lips, fixing her gaze on the bulge forming under the towel the agent was wearing.

Booth knew he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer as he followed her traveling tongue on her lips. He placed his hands on his hips over the towel and left for the bathroom.

"One-one moment, please." He asked, walking towards the bathroom in order to throw on a pair of boxers and jeans; hoping they'd cover his hardness. Brennan watched him leave unhappily, but waited until he returned.

"You know? For a second there I thought you were going to remove the towel in front of me." She commented with a smile. Booth felt his jeans turn even more constricting as he sat next to her.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, but obviously you're a prude." Booth couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Why are you laughing?"

"It's not the first time you call me a prude." He whispered in her ear, watching the way she shivered at feeling his breath on her ear. He smiled with satisfaction, both could play that game. "Would you have liked it if I'd of taken it off?" He asked, bringing his lips closer to hers.

"Yes." Brennan whispered. She no longer wanted to defy him, or tempt him, she just felt the strange urgency to get naked with him and go at it until she was sated.

"What would have happened if I'd of done it?" He asked against her lips. They were just about to kiss when…

Booth's cell phone rang and their moment ended as they both exited their trance.

"You probably should answer it."

"You're right." Booth rose from the bed to get the damn phone. "Angela, tell me. That you went to Brennan's place and she's not there?" Angela wants to know where Bones is, Booth thought. Should I tell her she's here? "Don't know, Angela. Maybe she's out for a stroll. You know, to get reacquainted with the neighborhood. She'll be fine, don't worry." He gave her a half assed explanation and hung up. Angela on the other end of the line gasped. It wasn't proper of Booth to not worry. She had no doubt that he knew something. And then she knew it. Brennan was at Booth's!

"What did Angela want?" Brennan asked, settling more comfortably on the bed.

"She went to your place and didn't find you. She's worried."

"And why did you lie to her?"

"Do you rather have me tell her that you are here because you remember us being intimate?"

Brennan faked contemplating his question.

"Okay, you did well. I should go." She didn't know what else to say. Did she hate him? Truth was that he'd been good to her and she liked him. She decided she'd give him a chance. Angela, the only person in whom she felt she could trust for now, said they were friends. "We'll see each other tomorrow, right?"

"Tomorrow?" Booth asked, hopefully.

"We're supposed to work together." Brennan arched an eyebrow in question.

"Yes, of course." Brennan was already leaving and he couldn't help but add, "Bones!"

"What?"

"You don't hate me."

"That's what I'm told." Brennan replied before she shut the door after herself.

B&B

Brennan took the stairs to her floor. She'd been home reviewing the first case files she worked with Booth when she found a slip of paper with his name, phone number and address. Brennan didn't know what took over her, but she decided to go to his place. It would be the perfect opportunity for her to talk to him without others around. As she watched the passing buildings while riding in the back of a cab towards his place, the passing buildings seemed familiar. When she reached his apartment building she'd taken the stairs and gone straight to his door without first having to ask or look around to see where his apartment was.

She reached her front door lost in thought and found Angela sitting on the floor, her back resting against the door.

"Angela, what are you doing here?"Brennan asked, not expecting to find her there. The artist got to her feet and followed Brennan into the apartment.

"I was worried about you." Angela admitted after she told her friend how she'd dropped by to check up on her and see if she wanted to go grab something for dinner.

"You shouldn't exaggerate." Brennan told her, having mixed emotions from her encounter with Booth. "I'm amnesic not…" Angela cut her off.

"I know where you went." Angela was smiling wide, happy that her friend was going to him even if she was still not up to speed with her memories. "You went to go see Booth." Angela grinned. "I knew slipping his address and phone number in the box of files would be of use to you." Brennan gave her friend and incredulous look. Was she really that predictable? "Yeah, I have mad skills, babe." Angela shook her head still grinning. The artist knew that if there was one person who could help Brennan lots it was Booth.

When Angela left, Brennan found herself alone with her thoughts. She'd wanted to let the artist know what had happened at Booth's, but…the anthropologist had also felt a sense of protection. Like if what was hers and Booth's was only theirs.

Brennan went to bed, feeling exhausted after a long day full of new developments for her. Her return to the Jeffersonian, though with a different environment, felt great. Her work was the only thing that hadn't changed: examining remains.

Then there was her meeting with Booth. She felt the pull towards him. Whatever happened between them, however it is that they got to wherever it is that they are it all seemed to still be there. She had glimpses of some of that and she found herself anticipating more memories.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would see him again.

Brennan was up early, eager to start the new day and maybe she'd get to see Booth. Perhaps more one on one time with him will help her remember more aspects of her life.

B&B

"Booth." The agent heard Sweets' calling him. Booth rolled his eyes impatiently as he waited for the kid to catch up to him in the parking lot.

"What, Sweets?" Booth asked as he moved forward, with the psychologist falling into step with him.

"Well, Dr. Brennan's back at the Jeffersonian." Sweets began.

"Tell me something I don't know." Booth sarcastically added. Okay, he was grouchy this morning, but who could blame him after what happened last night? Brennan's visit had kept him awake for most of the night. He knew they were on the right track now. She was starting to open up to him. She hadn't even corrected him when he called her 'Bones' before she left his place. Yeah, they were definitely on the right track.

"She's going to have to get an evaluation before she resumes working cases for the FBI." Sweets continued.

"And you're doing the evaluation." Booth wasn't following where Sweets was going with this.

"This whole situation with Dr. Brennan's amnesia doesn't just affect her; it also affects everyone around her." Sweets followed the agent out of the elevator and towards the agent's office. "You two are close and…"

"Whoah!" Booth raised a hand at Sweets, indicating he should stop. "I'm not the one who needs your shrink help, okay? Bones does." The psychologist could tell that Booth wanted Brennan to receive the help she needed. He would also keep an eye on Booth, even if the agent didn't want it.

Booth had been working on his paperwork since he got to his office. It was going to be lunch time soon and he had the perfect excuse to swing by the lab. He was going to take Brennan some lunch. That way he could make sure she actually ate and simultaneously keep the promise of seeing each other today.

Smiling, the agent made his way towards the lab.

He carried the boxes of take out to Brennan's office, receiving a few approving stares from a couple security guards.

Booth found Brennan seated on the floor, her back resting against the couch in her office, totally engrossed with whatever she was reading on a file.

"Heya, Bones." He smiled wide when she looked up at him, smiling back. Gosh, he missed this. Missed swinging by her place or the lab to spend time with her. "I brought lunch." He waggled his eyebrows at her as he set the boxes on the coffee table in front of her.

"Smells delicious." Brennan replied as she set aside the file in her hands.

Booth sat next to her on the floor, shifting in order to remove his suit jacket. He rolled the sleeves on his dress shirt and clapped his hands together before digging in.

He watched amazed as Brennan automatically took the box with her usual.

"How did you know that was yours?" Booth asked as he watched her have a forkful of food. Brennan shrugged as she swallowed her bite.

"I just took a box." She tried to play it off cool, without giving much importance to it and continued to eat. Booth watched her intently. If she could pick out her favorite food from their usual Thai restaurant, then she could know other things. It was just a matter of finding the right things to trigger such reactions from her.

Booth dug into his food as he continued to watch her. He was a man on a mission: he was going to help her slowly retake her life and remember.

"Good, huh?" He asked as he watched Brennan roll her eyes with delight. She nodded and continued to eat. Booth felt his chest swell with love. His Bones was sitting next to him, just like they'd done so many times before.

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By the way, in the next chapter there will be an 'incident' with the decontamination shower and B&B. Any guesses?