I'm back! And I still don't own Bones... disappointing I know

Bones and Booth entered the car in silence, they had done this many times before, but this time it felt too much like a date not to be awkward. Booth stared at her expectantly.

"What?" she asked feeling surprisingly self-conscience under his gaze.

"The directions?"

"Oh, of course, it would have been a lot easier if you would have just let me drive; I'm plenty capable you know."

"Not gonna happen; now which way?"

"Left," she sighed.

The restaurant was close and Booth liked the feel inside. It was pretty quiet and decorated nicely. They were seated immediately.

"So what's this all about Bones?" Booth asked her.

She looked sort of uncomfortable.

"Well, I wanted to discuss the case with you and a few other matters..." she trailed off.

Booth stared at her, "Okay.."

"Their mother's name is Olivia Bradley, her body shows signs of starvation and bondage and we determined the cause of death to be asphyxiation," Brennan informed him.

"That makes sense, I called and had a background check run on her; no ones heard from her for a while. Friends say she had started to date some guy, a real weirdo, but Olivia seemed taken."

"Did they give you a name?"

"Yeah, John Doe," he said sarcastically.

"Fake?" she asked.

"Yup, and they can't seem to find any trace of him; no men's clothes at the apartment, bills, nothing. The kids seem to be afraid of him; I bet you he did this to their Mom."

"Speaking of the children, I was thinking of adopting them permanently." she stated nonchalantly.

Booth's mouth fell open. "Bones! This is a big decision; don't you think you should think about it more; It's only been a day!"

"My brain can think through a situation very quickly; I've wanted children for a while now; I'm financially stable..."

He had heard this all before.

"Still, Bones, Don't you think you're rushing into things?"Booth cut in.

"I was also thinking I should probably purchase a larger house; Emily and David can't share a room forever."

Booth was still in shock, "Have you talked to them about this?"

"No, I was planning on discussing it with them after I've spoken to Andrew."

Booth wrinkled his nose at the sound of Brennan calling his boss by his first name; that weasel was always flirting with her and it annoyed Booth to no end.

"Okay...wow, sounds like you've got it all figured out."

"I do."

"Okay then."

She stared piercingly, almost challenging him to try to argue with her some more. When he didn't respond they moved on.

They talked and laughed about Emily and David the rest of the dinner. There was still, however, that elephant in the room, the little topic of their confusing relationship hanging heavily in the air.

Booth and Brennan spent the rest of the ride home in contemplative silence. When they got home Brennan got out right away, Booth following her.

"Angela better have them in bed, she's never been very accomplished at following..."

"Bones."

She spun around. "Yes?"

"I want to adopt them with you." he burst out suddenly.

She looked dumbfounded, "Two-parent adoption?" she asked.

"Yeah that." he said nervously.

She seemed to think about it for a minute then she said, "Okay."

"Really?" he asked. He had expected her to argue: she was fine on her own, she didn't need help, blah, blah, blah.

"Yes, you are a responsible adult, if you want to do this with me I won't argue. I trust you, Booth."

"You should probably move in permanently then," she told him as an afterthought.

"Okay, so we're going to live together."

"Yes," she took a step closer.

"And raise kids together."

"Yes," she breathed dangerously close to his face now.

"Is that a problem?" she whispered when he didn't say anything.

"I think we are missing a step," he told her moving even closer, her mouth was centimeters away.

"And what would that be?" She backed up a few steps, but Booth wasn't having any of it. He grabbed her arm, spun her back around, pressing her against the car.

"I'll show you," he whispered and he pressed his lips hard to hers. She gasped slightly, but responded immediately. His mouth was warm and sweet while hers was cool and minty; it was the perfect mixture, addictive.

It was better than a dream.

In the house Angela, David, and Emily were pressed up against the window. They were all giggling until they saw Booth and Brennan break apart and start heading hand in hand back to the house. They turned to Angela with matching comical expressions of panic on their tiny faces.

"Run," she told them.

And so they did laughing and racing into their rooms and throwing covers on. Angela laughed and checked her watch, she was supposed to have them in bed hours ago. "Oh well," she thought. "I was never very good at following the rules."