"Ok…"

"Agent Booth…"

"We're gonna…"

"Go then…"

All the lab techs were speaking at once but they were all saying the same thing so that as Booth caught a part of each of their sentences, it all made sense. He waved from his spot on his couch, "Thanks, guys!"

Brennan followed the crew to the door where Angela hesitated. Sensing there was something her friend wanted to say, Brennan waited until the rest of the group was far enough outside in the hallway before she asked softly, "Is something wrong?"

"No, actually, everything's great. You and Booth, I mean. You guys, dare I say, look like you're back to where you were before, at least, you're getting there." Angela smiled and gave Brennan a proud pat on her arm.

"Well, we've been spending a lot of time together. I've been telling him a lot about old cases and memories I have that I can share. It's really all I can do."

"That's good. I can tell you're really helping."

"I don't think he remembers me yet."

"I meant with his general healing. You heard his doctor earlier. Booth's healed a lot faster than expected. For goodness sake, he's home now! I don't think it's a coincidence that he's healed so quickly while you were spending time with him."

"Angela! You coming or what?" Hodgins voice echoed around the corner down the hallway.

"Alright!" Angela yelled back before giving Brennan a quick hug, "Give us a call if you or Booth need anything, ok? Stay strong, sweetie, it's just a matter of time."

Brennan gave her friend an unconvincing smile before closing the door and returning to the living room where Booth had now turned on the TV. "It's late. You should really go to bed."

"Oh, come on, Bones," After hearing from Brennan that he had used to call her by that nickname, he had begun to use it often, hoping it would trigger some memories, "It isn't even midnight yet! I haven't been home in over a month. Gimme a break." He shot her his best puppy dog look.

She sighed, partly too tired to argue and partly knowing she wouldn't be able to fight that look, "Alright, but only until midnight. Then it's TV off and you in bed."

"You're the boss." He shrugged with a triumphant smile. He began flipping through the various channels, hoping to find something interesting for the both of them to watch. He knew there was slim chance of that happening, though, not only because they had such different tastes in entertainment but, also, because late-night television didn't offer much variety. He wasn't sure how long he had been searching through the channels but when he finally landed on a boring-looking documentary on 18th-century architecture, he realized there was a head on his shoulder. He glanced over to find Brennan fast asleep against his body. He smiled and slowly relaxed his own body against the couch. It wasn't long before he, too, had drifted to sleep.

It was still dark outside when Brennan awoke. She looked at a nearby clock and was shocked to see that it was four already. "Booth!" She bolted up from the couch and softly nudged what had been her pillow for the last four hours, "Booth! Wake up!"

Booth muttered incoherently, unwilling to awake. It wasn't until Brennan gave him a harder nudge that he finally stirred. "What is it? Ow!" He began flailing his arm around, trying to get rid of the feeling of pins and needles.

"What happened? Are you in pain? Is it your head?" Brennan asked in an unusually panicked voice.

"No, no…it's not my head. It's my arm. It's asleep." His grimace was quickly replaced with a small smile. "Thanks to you."

"I'm sorry, I must've dozed off. Why didn't you wake me up? You were supposed to take your antibiotics before you slept." Before he could stop her, she was already in the kitchen pouring him a glass of water. "You have to remember to take your antibiotics. You cannot risk getting an infection. Here." She emerged from the kitchen with a glass of water in one hand and two white pills in the other.

"Calm down, Bones, it's fine. I'm used to sleeping at odd hours. As long as I take these once a day, I'm fine. I listened to the doctor too, ya know?" He grinned up at her before swallowing the pills with one gulp of water.

"You should go to bed now."

"No, it's fine, why don't you take my bed and I'll sleep here."

"You just had major brain surgery a month ago, Booth, you can't sleep on the couch. I'll be fine out here."

"I wouldn't be able to sleep well knowing you were sleeping on the couch. What kinda man would I be if I let you sleep out here when you're here taking care of me?"

"Booth, can you please stop arguing with me and just go to bed?"

"Ok, how about this? We both sleep in the bed."

Brennan was at a lost for words. Did Booth just say what she thought he said?

"Now, don't go getting the wrong idea. My intentions are pure. When I hurt my back, I slept out here and I can tell you it's not comfortable. My bed is big enough for the both of us. If it makes you feel better, we could even do the whole pillow line in the middle to keep wandering hands away."

"No, that will be fine."

"Bones…"

"I meant, we won't need to do the pillow line. I trust that your hands won't wander."

Booth's lips tugged up into a devilish smile but he restrained himself from making a joke. "Good, then it's settled." He slung his arm over Brennan's shoulders and led her towards his bedroom.