Well, I have a very very vague idea about where this story is going. I'm basically flying by the seat of my pants. So, if you guys want something to happen, I just might see if that's possible.

Booth drummed his fingers anxiously on the table top. He smiled at Samy and nodded his head.

"You're going to love her. Well, you'll learn to love her."

"I'm sure I will, Seeley."

She returned the smile and tried to still her beating heart. She did not want to be here. She had heard enough of Bones, Dr. Brennan, Temperance. Samy was not however, about to let her boyfriend be alone with "Bones" for a second. Oh, she trusted him. She didn't trust Brennan for a moment, especially since that was all Booth talked about sometimes.

Booth immediately jumped out of his seat and rushed to where Brennan was walking towards the table. He took her arm with a smile and she returned it.

"Bones, this is Samy Ranesforth. Samy, this is Temperance Brennan."

The two women shook hands over the table and sat down. For a moment, Brennan felt a little awkward sitting by herself opposite Booth and his girlfriend. But, she brushed the feeling off with a smile.

"I've heard a lot about you, Dr. Brennan. I've even read one of your books." She leaned in towards Booth. "And Seeley is always talking about your and his old cases."

Brennan raised her eyebrows at Booth, where he hung his head.

"It's true. I told her a few stories. Mostly the ones where I saved you, or helped you out of dire distress, or where I just proved you wrong."

"When did you ever prove me wrong? And does she know about all the times you were wrong? Or when you got yourself blown up?"

"Uh, technically Bones, that last one falls under one where I saved you. If it hadn't been for me, well, you'd have been…bones."

Brennan opened her mouth and shut it with a glare.

"Don't call me Bones."

Samy suddenly felt terrified. They were having a conversation without even noticing she was here. Seeley was leaning away from her but leaning towards Brennan. She breathed once, trying to maintain her perfect composure.

Booth suddenly laughed and leaned back in his chair. Brennan did the same and each held each other's gaze as their laughter died down. Could this really feel so good they each thought?

Halfway through the lunch, Samy felt like running out of restaurant. They were reminiscing about old times. Good grief, how much more of this could she take. She took another drink, smiled as she was supposed to when Booth smiled at her, and laughed whenever the other two laughed.

"No, I'm not sorry I never gave you a gun, Bones."

"Even though I proved that I should have one."

"If you had proved it, then you would have had one, but you didn't."

"My new partner seems to think I have."

"What?"

She smiled innocently and took a drink of her beverage.

"Shepard did not give you a gun. No, no," Booth said as he shook his head, "Cullen wouldn't agree to that."

Brennan's smile got wider.

"No," he said again, almost dumbfounded.

"A lot has changed, Booth."

"I left specific instructions to not give you a gun. I even had a meeting solely to discuss to Agent Shepard that you were not to have a gun."

"Well, I guess you're not that good of an intimidator."

"I didn't intimidate! How did you get a gun?"

"Calm down, Booth." She looked to Samy. "Can you calm him down?"

"Seeley, is it really that bad?"

"What? Yes, it is. Bones, have you shot anybody? Please tell me no."

Booth put his head in his hands as she answered. He peeked out at Samy.

"Please tell me she said no."

"She said no," Samy said with just a touch of hostility.

"No! You, Bones, you haven't?"

Brennan shook her head while rolling her eyes.

"I can control myself."

He let an exaggerated sigh of relief escape and she softly kicked him with her leg. Booth smiled and couldn't help but feel genuine relief. But, he also made a mental note to talk to Cullen about Shepard.

"Ah, I'm sorry to disturb you."

The trio looked up to the waitress as she stood with a touch of nervousness.

"Dr. Brennan, there is a man outside who says he needs to talk to you."

Booth looked at Brennan and she frowned.

"I don't know anyone that I'm supposed to meet."

"He's been very insistent that you come outside to talk to him. He says his name is Scott Rafferty."

Brennan suddenly went very still. She took a deep breath and told herself to not be angry, and more importantly, not be sad. She looked to Booth.

"I'm going to have to cut this dinner short."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"What? No. I'll be fine, Booth. Finish your lunch."

He didn't want her to go. He especially didn't want her to go if her ex was outside waiting for her.

"Are you sure?"

"Don't worry," she said as she pulled her coat on.

Brennan stood and Booth followed suit and was about to follow her, when Samy grabbed his hand.

Booth watched Brennan hurry out into the cold. He turned to look at the table, then looked to his girlfriend. He took a sip of his drink, and tried to smile at Samy. He did, and then looked back to the tabletop. His fingertips danced across it anxiously. Suddenly, he didn't feel like being here.