"Is there anything you want me to get you?" Booth asked later that evening. Brennan had woken from her nap and Booth was unsure of what to do to entertain her. Usually they could talk about a case or something they'd done together, but that option wasn't currently available. "I could go order delivery or something."

He was standing awkwardly in front of her, afraid to approach her or back away. He wanted to sit on the couch, pull her into his lap, and just hold on tight. Feel her breath. Never let go.

And she called him on his behavior. Which both did and didn't surprise him. Bones had never been afraid to question anything he did, but she usually didn't read people that well.

Without the memories of the awkward years between them, was it easier for her to see what he tried to hide?

"You could quit acting like that," Brennan snapped. She was tired of being stuck on a couch or in a bed, tired of people treating her like she was some sort of fragile thing that was going to break.

And she was especially tired of the man in front of her treating her that way.

"Like what?" Booth asked. He feigned confusion to see just what she was figuring out.

"Like you're afraid I'm going to break or-" she stopped abruptly, trying to articulate exactly what it seemed like.

"Or what?" he encouraged.

"Like you don't know me when it's clear you do. Like you don't know how to act around me. I might not clearly remember you, but I know you or I wouldn't be here. So treat me like you normally would or this is going to be a very uncomfortable few days." Brennan refused to consider it would take longer than that for her memories to return.

"Fine," he said, throwing up his hands. Nothing was going to be easy. He couldn't get too far away or too close. "I'm ordering Chinese. I know what you like and what you like to steal from me. The place up the street delivers. Then we'll watch television. And not one of your ridiculous documentaries either."

Attempting to hide her satisfaction at getting some sort of reaction out of him, she crinkled her nose at the thought of wasting time on tv. Concluding he probably wouldn't let her do anything else, she nodded. "The X-Files."

Booth froze with the phone in his hand. The request had come so naturally, it was apparent she had no idea what it meant. "You want to watch what?" he asked, sure he had misunderstood.

"The X-Files. That's not a documentary, right? I don't know why I would pick that one. It isn't something I'm familiar with. Do you know why?" she asked, turning confused eyes his way. He implied they should watch a show that wasn't educational. Brennan was sure she misremembered the title or something based on the look on his face.

Yes, he knew why. Their second case, after a year of her refusing to speak to him, at the conclusion of the first. When she'd stormed from the vehicle. He'd made some off-hand comment about spitting in his hand and becoming Mulder and Scully. Bones had no idea what he was talking about.

"Our second case," he said slowly, putting the phone back in his pocket. The smile that tipped up the corner of his mouth indicated his amusement with the memory. "I really wanted your help solving a case. You agreed, only if you were allowed into the field with me. I probably should have checked with the boss first, but," he shrugged. Booth had made plenty of decisions over the years without checking first. Ask for forgiveness, rather than permission, was a motto he frequently lived by.

"I said we could be Mulder and Scully, the characters from the show. You didn't know who they were. You got back in the SUV. We solved the case. The rest, as they say, is history."

"Who says?"

"I don't know, Bones. That's just what people say."

"That makes no sense. If people say it, then it should be because the statement is educationally valuable, which it clearly isn't since it can't be tied to a specific source."

He rolled his eyes at her. "Do you want food and the X-files, or not?"

She didn't remember that case, but accepted his explanation. "Will I like it?"

Booth snorted. "Probably not. Aliens, UFOs, and other crazy things that have nothing to do with science. There is a serial killer or two though. And one episode with a crazy family that still creeps me out."

Blue eyes stayed steady on his. "They why'd you suggest it that first day?"

"They were partners, they worked for the FBI. That's what you were asking to do."

They fell in love with each other, he added silently. They had a baby together. At the time, it wasn't what he was thinking, not really, but now? Now there were so many other inferences that could be pulled from the simple comment.

But given her exhausted state and the fact she was napping a lot, Booth figured it would be weeks before she made it to that part of the series. Tonight, she probably wouldn't make it past the first episode.

"It's on Netflix," he said. "We can watch it."

"Fine," she said, pleased that she'd found something they could do together. And intrigued by his description of their interaction, Brennan hoped she could get him to elaborate a bit more. "Order the Chinese and get the show started."