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Also, I'm sorry there isn't much steamy action yet, but there will be! I just want to develop the story a little bit so it's just that much more enjoyable to read (and write!)!

Angela frowned when Brennan opened the door. "Did you just wake up?" she asked, taking in Tempe's ruffled appearance. She wasn't even out of pajamas yet and it was 12:30pm.

"Of course not! I just haven't gotten ready," she replied, suddenly self-conscience.

"I brought you lunch," Angela said. "Hope you don't mind that I ate a little on the way. That's why there's so much. I'm starving!"

Brennan smiled and helped her get the bags of food on the table. "Thank you. I didn't want to make something."

"No problem, Sweetie," Angela replied with a wave of her hand. She groaned as she sat down. "How was your night?"

"Oh," Temperance said with a laugh. She had been so caught up thinking about Hannah's last request that she'd almost forgotten that Angela had sent Vincent to visit her. "It was nice."

"Just nice?" Angela asked with a full mouth. "Come on! I sent a total beefcake to hang out with you last night and it was just nice?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," the other woman replied, eyebrow raised. "I haven't ever had a beefcake."

Angela rolled her eyes. "Vincent, honey. Vincent is a beefcake. Now tell me what you did last night."

"Well, we saw a movie at the Jeffersonian, and then ate," she said. "That's all."

"Oh..." Angela sighed and took another bite. She would analyze later, when she wasn't so hungry.

"Angela, Hannah called me last night. She asked me to be the maid of honor for her and Booth's wedding." She looked down at the table. "I don't think I know how to feel. I said yes."

Angela sat quiet for a minute. Poor Tempe. "You have to help plan the wedding?"

"No, but she said she wanted me to be involved." She didn't know what to say. Hanging out with an intern wasn't going to fix Brennan's heart, or even make her feel better about herself. Was there anything a best friend could even do?

Vincent drummed his fingers on the solid oak desk. What was there to do for this lottery winner on days when he wasn't working? Honestly, he thought, he would rather be at the Jeffersonian working than in Paris, or Moscow or South America.

Either way, there wasn't much to do now. His thoughts wandered to Dr. Brennan and the night before. She had been… pleasant, and funny and sociable. She was far different from the way she was at work, and even prettier.

He was reluctant to think that she was pretty. It was true in the first place, but now when he thought of her he remembered how much fun he'd had last night rather than the way she was at work; cold, curt, and awkward.

"Hmm," he said out loud, focusing on the lines of the wood on the desk. Maybe she had layers, a cold outer shell surrounding someone soft, and warm and wonderful…

He shook his head. The last thing he needed was a crush on Temperance Brennan. He laughed at himself silently.

"Nearly 40 percent of workers have had a workplace romance," he said absentmindedly. The statement didn't clear his head like he'd hoped. Perhaps he should see invite her out one more time, so he could stop these thoughts for good. Last night was probably a fluke, he thought to himself. He picked up the phone.

Brennan sighed as her phone rang in the middle of her conversation with Angela. Her first reaction was that there was a case, but then she remembered that she was on vacation. She stared at her caller ID, perplexed.

It was Vincent.

Angela raised an eyebrow.

"It's Vincent," Brennan said, answering the silently asked question. Angela grinned as her friend answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Dr. Brennan," Vincent said, suddenly realizing that he hadn't planned on what to say.

"Mr. Nigel-Murray," she responded.

"Call him Vincent!" Angela whispered loudly. Tempe was even more perplexed by Angela.

"Ah, Dr. Brennan, I was wondering if you'd like to join me tonight."

"Join you where?" she replied. Angela squealed in the background.

Vincent looked at his phone and almost hung up on her out of panic. "To, to… to go see a play?" Stupid, he thought to himself. What play? He didn't know of any.

"Well…" Brennan looked at Angela. "Can you hold on?" She covered the mouthpiece to her phone.

"Say yes," Angela said, excited. "Whatever he's asking just go and have fun." She rubbed her belly. "For me?"

"For you?"

"I can't go out for too long without getting tired or swollen ankles. I have to live vicariously."

Tempe uncovered the speaker. "Sure, I'll join you, Mr. Nigel-Murray."

"Vincent!" Angela said. "His name is Vincent!" Tempe ignored her.

"Perfect! I can get you at seven," he said. "Good bye, Dr. Brennan!"

"He likes you!" Angela cried as soon as Brennan pushed the END button. Brennan wasn't sure what to think. She'd enjoyed last night; she'd forgotten everything and spent time with a new friend. Although she hadn't had much time to reflect on their outing she knew that she'd had fun.

"Of course he does," Brennan smiled. "We work together, so we have to get along."

"That's not what I mean, sweetie," Angela said with a grin. "He like-likes you."

"I don't know what you mean," the other woman frowned.

Seven couldn't come fast enough, Brennan thought. She was grateful to have an excuse to leave when the time came.

She was currently sitting at the diner with Booth and Hannah, who were both as happy as clams (a phrase Hodgins had recently taught her), eating and planning out every detail of their wedding. Tempe was surprised that Booth was as interested as he was in the details about flowers, food, decorations.

She tried not to be irritated. This was his wedding, after all, and he should be excited. She was just tired or hearing it.

"… so which colors do you like?" Colors? Tempe looked down at the table to see color swatches that looked like they were from a paint store, arranged in different combinations.

"Oh… I like the purple and gray," she replied, picking a random combination.

"Indigo and silver," Hannah said with a smile. "I like this one too. What do you think, Seeley?"

"It's perfect," he said with a nod. "Whatever you ladies decide. This is your thing."

"He's really more interested than he lets on," Hannah said to Brennan as if she were telling her a secret. She just smiled politely and looked at Booth, who raised his eyebrows at her with a look like a best friend would exchange.

Were they even friends anymore? They had grown apart so much.

"So, Temperance," Hannah said a she gathered up the colors and stuck them in her purse. "Are you enjoying your vacation?"

"Yes, but I wish I was back at work," she replied. Hannah nodded in agreement.

"I'm the same way. But a vacation now and then is good for you. Have you just been relaxing? Or are you spending your free time with anyone special?"

"No one special," Tempe said with a grin. Even if it wasn't true, she didn't want to come across as lonely or sad.

"Ohh, that's my girl!" Hannah laughed. "Anyone we know?"

"I doubt it," she said, glancing at Booth, who seemed interested but not jealous.

"What are your plans tonight? Maybe you and I could go somewhere."

"I actually do have plans," she replied, thanking the universe for Vincent. He wasn't a 'special someone' but she was relieved that she had a legitimate excuse not to spend more time with Hannah.

"Ooh," Hannah said. Booth cleared his throat uncomfortably, and Tempe felt happy that he was at least a little bit interested in her life.

"It's not really anything. I'm going to a play with Vincent." Booth made a face and finally spoke.

"Vincent Nigel-Murray?"

"Yes," she said pleasantly, picking up a french fry and eating it.

"Your intern?" Now Hannah looked truly interested, and Booth looked perplexed.

"Wow, Tempe," she said. "Intern?"

"Is that even allowed?" Booth asked.

"It's not anything," Temperance said with a laugh. "But yes, it is allowed. Obviously, Angela and Hodgins are married."

"Have you kissed yet?" Hannah asked, and Booth scoffed. Why would he scoff? She wondered.

"No, we're not even involved like that. Angela…" she trailed off. Was she really just about to admit that the only person spending time with her was doing so just because Angela had put him up to it? Pull it together, Tempe. "Angela says that I should try to spend time with new people and broaden my horizons. And since Mr. Nigel-Murray has been all over the world…"

It was a weak lie and she knew it. Booth looked at her suspiciously and Hannah just nodded.

"Sure, mm-hm, I see what's going on here," she said with a laugh. "I won't push. Oh, It's almost time to meet with the florist, Seeley. "

"I'll catch up with you in a second, Hannah," he said kindly. She kissed him on the cheek.

"Okay. In a minute. Bye, Temperance!"

Booth and Brennan sat at the table, silent for a second. She wondered why he stayed behind.

"Are you dating Vincent?" he asked suddenly. She was actually shocked by the question and she laughed. "C'mon, Bones, don't laugh. I only ask because you're my partner." He smiled. "My buddy. Are you?"

"No, I'm not seeing Vincent like that," she sighed. "He isn't interested in me. And I'm not interested either."

"Okay, I was just wondering." He stood up to leave. It felt like there was a rhino in the room. Or was it an elephant? She couldn't ever keep her euphemisms straight. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but she wasn't sure of what it could be.

"It was good to see you, Bones." He gave her a pat on the shoulder. "Thanks for being Hannah's maid of honor." He left. She watched him climb into his car with Hannah, smiling.

She would never figure out Seeley Booth, she realized. And he wasn't hers to figure out.

Hello, everyone! Thank you for reading and sticking with me so far. :) I just wanted to remind you to review again, and send me your thoughts and ideas. I LOVE hearing them, I can't tell you enough! Please review. I know you want to!

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