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Booth had managed not to drop any takeout boxes as he made his way to Brennan's door. It had been a long time since he'd shown up in the middle of the night with Chinese food and he hoped he'd be welcomed. It had been a long day for both of them—Heather Taffett getting her head blown off, tracking down a sniper's location, and then discover another half decomposed body in a bathtub. Booth didn't really feel like being alone and was hoping Brennan was feeling the same way. Things had improved greatly for them since the night he showed up drunk at her door; he'd been putting a lot of effort into making sure it did.

He was surprised how quickly he was getting over Hannah. Booth had finally admitted to himself that she was, indeed, a rebound and while they had some good times they would have never made it. He had stayed with her only because he didn't want to disappoint her—but really he knew he should have waited for Brennan.

Now he was ready. He knocked on the door.

"Booth?" Max Brennan opened the door to find Booth outside. Both of them hadn't been expecting the other—Max actually hadn't been expecting anyone and was a little confused to who would be knocking on his daughter's door at midnight.

"Hi… Max," Booth was afraid this might look a little funny to Max. A guy showing up at his daughter's door in the middle of the night; it gave him flashbacks to high school and all the over protective fathers he had to meet.

"Well come in, I think Tempe is in the shower but she'll be out soon," Max wasn't really sure what to make of this. He had asked Angela earlier that day if Booth and Temperance were together and she had told him no—saying that Booth had actually just got out of a serious relationship. When he had asked Temperance about it earlier that day she refused to talk about it. Max didn't like the idea that Booth was dragging his daughter around.

"When did you get in Max?" Booth was trying to make small talk.

"This afternoon, I came down when I heard I was on the suspects list. Thanks for that by the way," Max was enjoying making Booth feel uncomfortable now.

Booth was hoping Brennan wouldn't be much longer with that shower. "Yeah, sorry about that, Max... if it's any consolation Bones and checked out the location of the shot—it couldn't have been you."

"Well that's good. Booth why don't you sit down? I think we need to have a talk about some things…" This was Max's chance to make up for not being able to protect Temperance in high school from boys. "You can't be showing up at my daughter's door in the middle of the night just wanting to eat Chinese food…"

"I'm not just here to eat Chinese food with Bones," Booth had meant that he was trying to repair their relationship and one day become more with his daughter.

Max didn't take it that way. "Booth. I know that you just got out of a serious relationship, but don't take your frustration or loneliness out on my daughter," Max couldn't believe how honest Booth was being about using his daughter for a booty call. "If you need some female company to make you feel better, go pick up some sluty girl at a bar. Don't drag my daughter around. She's sensitive."

"Max, I'm not here for that. I just like being around Bones. I know she's sensitive and I'm not trying to drag her around. I really care about her," He could tell Max wasn't completely convinced. "I really… really care about her. I want to take care of her—forever if she'd let me."

Max smiled at Booth. "Oh, I knew you were a good boy, Booth," he shook Booth hand. It was his way of welcoming Booth to the family.

Brennan had heard the whole thing. She'd been waiting down the hall listening in to her father and Booth, and after what she had just heard she could barely feel her legs. She hadn't lost her chance! She tried to calm her self down so she could join them without them knowing she'd been listening in. It was really difficult; but eventually she was able to some what relax. She stepped out into the living room.

Booth and her dad sat there smiling widely at her. Brennan knew that even if she hadn't just heard what they were saying—she probably could have figured it out. They weren't very subtle. "Booth… hi."

Booth rose to his feet. "Hey… I brought you some food. I thought you might be hungry."

"Actually, Dad and I just ate but thank you…"Brennan wasn't sure exactly what she was supposed to say.

Max realized this was his chance to leave them alone. "Here I'll just take this and put it in the fridge and leave you two alone," He grabbed the bag out of Booth's hand and headed out.

"Max you don't have to leave…" Booth felt bad about coming in between the time Brennan had with her father.

"No no. You kids can stay up. I'm an old man now—it's my bed time," Max left a little giddy. Since coming back into his daughter's life, he was always saddened to see that she had never found someone. He had blamed himself a lot of the time; he knew by leaving her when she was younger—she had developed deep trust issues. He'd always hoped she would one day be able to find someone decent who she could love like he had loved her mother. Finally, it looked like his daughter might have it.

Max's leaving left an awkward silence between Booth and Brennan. Booth eventually sat back down and Brennan joined him; she hoped he couldn't tell how nervous she was. He, on the other hand, was hoping she couldn't tell the same about him.

Eventually they broke the silence and began talking about the case. They started to relax and become more at ease with one another. It was like old times when they would stay up till 3 in the morning just talking and laughing. But as the conversation began to settle the tension began to crowd the room. Brennan kept thinking about Booth's words earlier and Booth was now noticing how beautiful she looked without any make up on. It was a face he'd certainly like waking up to every morning.

Brennan propped her feet up on the coffee table and laid her head back on the sofa facing him. She was starting to get tired but she didn't want him to leave. Booth positioned himself in the same way and faced her. It was the closest they'd ever been to laying next to one another—if Booth was going to make a move—they both knew this was the moment.

Wasn't that cruel of me? You don't know if they did it or not! Review me:D