A/N: I got kind of...carried away last chapter, and I forgot to have Blake interupt them with another phone call like I had originally planned. Oh well, I like it better this way. We'll make Blake go away for good soon, so don't worry. I really like him though... *whines and pouts*

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"I am going to grab a shower first." Booth grinned at her, and waggled his eyebrows. "I remembered my sleepover bag this time." He dropped a kiss on top of her head, leaving her to turn off lights, lock doors, and shut things down for the night.

Brennan put the dishes in the sink, and headed for the bathroom when she heard the shower shut off. Her phone rang as she shut the door to her bedroom. Hearing the phone ring, Booth came out of the bathroom. He was wearing a towel low around his waste, and dripping on her carpet. She glared at him and picked up the extension on the night stand. "Hello?"

"Hi, Blake... No, we are still up." She sat cross legged on top of the covers, cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder. She watched Booth lather up to shave, standing bare chested at the sink in pajama pants.

"I know. We have been tying up the loose ends of an investigation. I haven't had time to return messages." She was watching him intently, when he turned and caught her staring. "So you have things tied up with the club?" She just raised her eyebrows, smiling.

"Tomorrow? No, I don't think we can make it. We've been so busy with work, we haven't really had much time to ourselves." She noted that Booth had finished shaving, and was now brushing his teeth.

"Booth has made plans for us for tomorrow night. He won't tell me what they are, so I don't know if we will have time to stop by." He turned off the bathroom light, and climbed onto the bed, sitting behind her and pulling her back against his chest.

"You are probably right, but.... OK, I'll check with him." He was playing with her hair, gathering it into a pony tail.

"Blake, if we don't see you, have a safe trip back, and good luck...with everything." Booth placed a kiss on the back of her neck. "I know. Take care."

She pulled away from him and headed for the bathroom to take her turn in the shower. She felt him watching her, and she stopped to face him. "Blake is finished with the club, he's moving back home on Sunday. He wants us to come to the club tomorrow night to say goodbye. He thinks we need to talk."

"Maybe he's right. Maybe a little closure would be good for everybody. I can juggle our plans a little."

"Are you sure?" She leaned against the door frame.

"Yes. I think it's a good idea. Maybe not the ending I had planned for our Real Date, but let's do it."

She just smiled at him, and went to take her turn in the shower.

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Booth was laying on his back, Brennan snuggled up to his side, her head on his chest. "Booth?" She whispered, not wanting to wake him if he was sleeping. He murmered something sleepily. "Thank you for understanding, for sticking it out through all of the curves I keep throwing at you."

"Was that a baseball metaphor, Bones?" He hugged her closer.

"You must be rubbing off on me... I mean it Booth, thank you." She placed a kiss on his chest, and closed her eyes, smiling in the darkness. "Can you give me a hint?"

"Not a chance. Go to sleep. You'll find out tomorrow evening."

"That is a really long time... Good night, Booth."

He grinned to himself, and kissed her hair. "'Night, Bones."

The following morning, Booth woke up first. He lay quietly, watching Brennan sleep beside him. The bright morning sunshine was cast over her, lighting up her hair, and making her bare skin glow.

"I can't sleep while you are watching me like that." She draped an arm over her eyes to shade the sun.

"I can't sleep with you looking so beautiful so close to me." He kissed her briefly, untangling himself from her limbs, and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Where are you going?" She wrapped her hand around his upper arm.

"First coffee, then I have things to do before I pick you up this evening."

"For our date..." She rolled her eyes.

"A little enthusiasm please."

"It's just... not necessary." Suddenly she was serious. "Do you feel like we are doing everything out of order?"

"It depends on what playbook you are following. We have to do what works for us. About tonight... I know it seems that we are way past that stage. We are already past the fact finding first date. We have been through so much together, in a lot of ways we know each other as well as we know ourselves. But this is important to me. I don't want us to miss anything." He put a hand on her pajama clad thigh. "This is the beginning, tonight, officially, of this new part of our lives. Well, at least for me. One of us got a sneak peak last night." She slapped him in the arm, and he stood up, throwing the covers at her.

After Booth left, Brennan was having a hard time finding things to occupy her afternoon. She promised not to go to the lab, so she was facing several empty hours alone. She almost hugged Angela when she showed up at her door after lunch. "Hey sweetie. I heard you have big plans tonight." Angela hugged her. "I am so happy for you. I thought you might need some help."

"With what?"

"Your hair, make up, clothes, lingerie... You know, preparations."

Brennan looked at the huge bag that Angela plopped on the table, and tilted her head thoughtfully. "Would this take up... three and a half hours?"

"Possibly."

"Then let's prepare."

Angela clapped, and grabbed Brennan's arm in one hand, and her bag in the other. She led Brennan to the kitchen. "This room has the best light."