Brennan was waiting for sleep to come. She was taking the sofa, and now she was waiting for Booth to come in and pick a fight. But he wasn't going to sleep on the sofa, no matter how much of a gentleman he was, it would destroy his back.

She woke up at seven, thanks to a call from Angela.

"Hey, Sweetie, any interesting dreams?"

"What? No! I mean, no, of course not." Though that was a lie. Her dreams had been very... interesting. And she would leave it at that. "Why are you calling me so early, Angela?" she said quickly, because she could feel that Angela was making assumptions. And they were most probably right.

"Nothing... how's Booth?"

"Angela, you didn't call to see how I was doing, you're calling to see if I slept with Booth."

"No, of course not, I'm not that..." a sigh "...And?"

Brennan, too, sighed loudly. "No, of course not."
She wished that she could say the same about her dream...
"Is that all?" Then she wished that she never asked.

"Where are you? Where did you sleep? Are you two sharing a room? Yeah, you told me that you were... Did you sleep in the same bed? Where is he now? Is he having a shower? Can I see? Have you had breakfast yet? Is he being a gentleman-?"

"Angela, stop!"

There was silence, but Brennan could tell that she was itching to ask more, so she hung up while she could... it was too early to deal with this. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to get to sleep again, she got up from the sofa.

Damn it.

"Aaaahhh!" Her hand flew to her back as she stood up. Then she covered her mouth, hoping that she hadn't woken Booth. And then she realized that she probably had already woken him while shouting at Angela.

She looked over at the bed, but he wasn't there. He wasn't that stubborn, was he? She had won, so why would he sleep anywhere else?

She came to the conclusion that he must have gone down to breakfast. She hoped that she wasn't the one that might have woken him, by… talking in her sleep.

But when she went downstairs, the hotel hadn't prepared breakfast yet.

As a last resort, she went out to the beach, avoiding the crime scene on purpose… Booth first, and then murder. He would always come first, he was her partner. And he was more alive than the usual murder victim. Sure, it had taken her a few years to listen to what Angela was saying, but it had also started sinking in, no matter how slowly.

But that was when she found him, being buried alive… by seven year olds. She recognized them from the hotel, and they seemed rather happy with their work. She looked over at their parents, who were sunbathing. At half past seven in the morning. Typical.

"Booth!" She marched up to him, but when she saw that he wasn't awake, she grabbed one of the children's buckets, who were all watching in awe. She returned quickly, her feet wet, but she didn't care. She flung the bucket's contents at him, much to the children's delight.

"Arg! What was that for?" he spluttered.

"Well that worked."

"Yeah, it worked... Bones?"

"Yes." Brennan frowned. "Why didn't you come back to our room last night?"

"What? Last night?"

"Yes, last night. Booth, what were you doing?"

He stood up to be able to make a better point, brushing the sand off of him.

"Ow, my head!" he stumbled across the beach, his eyes closed tight.

"Oh, it's bruised." She stopped him and stood up on tip toes to look at his head.

"Bones, I'm covered in sand, I need a shower. Blagh, I can taste sea water... and salt." He spat.

"Sea water is salty, Booth... and you deserved it." Brennan said bitterly, following him to the water. Making her worry like that... actually, she hadn't been worried at all, but it still annoyed her.

"What! I don't even know what I did wrong!" he bent down to wash some sand off of him. "I'm gonna need a shower..."

"Booth, you fell asleep on a beach."

Booth was getting annoyed at her babbling, and he was full of sand. He was also tired, and he wished that he could sit down. "Bones, I was obviously knocked out, so it wasn't really my fault..." ...blablabla from Brennan... "... Oops, sorry!" he hadn't been able to control his hand, which had splashed Brennan.

"Oh no you didn't" she said sourly, looking down at herself. She was soaked.

"I didn't mean it!" Booth said quickly.

"Well then I didn't mean this!" she shoved him into the water, but he was quick as he grabbed her leg and dragged her down with him.

He fell hard, but that wasn't what hurt... what hurt was Brennan falling on top of him. She pushed him under the water, but came off of him as soon as she realized what she was doing. She stood up, and they were now knee deep, and she was soaked. As he came up spluttering, he was rewarded by another mouthful of water, pushed by Brennan, who was annoyed.

"Bones, stop..." she kept on splashing him, and he couldn't help but splash back, to defend himself.

"These-were-new-shorts! Dammit Booth!"

Now, he was winning, and she was backing up into the deep. She fell over backwards when they were in up to their shoulders, and grabbed onto his shirt for support. So she didn't fall in. Neither did he. She had his shirt clasped up against her chest, and his body came along with it. Her leg was wrapped around his, and she only noticed now. Her eyes were fluttering to a close, partly because of the sunrise, but she could feel his lips inches away from hers. They were both still, though simultaneously moving towards each other. Now she could feel his breathing... she became lightheaded. With one hand still clasping his shirt, she lay the other on his chest. His heart was beating even faster than hers. His nose was touching hers, it was just a matter of time. But she couldn't think, her mind was clouded.

And her lips touched his...

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