Thanks to everyone who reviewed! This chapter goes with three songs: George Gershwin's 'Rhapsody in Blue', Radiohead's 'Bodysnatchers', and Poco's 'Keep on Trying"… you don't really have to have heard any of them to understand the chapter, but I thought I'd avoid the 'what song were you talking about?' questions… and yes, I also realize that the timeline of the show doesn't really fit in this chapter, so if you're one of those people who can't stand that… sorry, just pretend that this takes place in the future.

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Booth spoke while sauntering into his partners office, it being four o'clock on a Tuesday, he fully expected her to be hard at work.

"Bones I need your findings on the O'Donnell case. The prosecutor said he was going to have my head if I didn't get them to him by tomorrow, and you wouldn't want a headless partner now would you?"

If he hadn't been looking down at the file in his hands, he would have noticed that it was not his partner sitting at the glass-topped desk, but her best friend.

"I sure like your head where it is Booth, but I can't speak for Bren on that, but I'm sure she'd appreciate the guy who is madly in love with her to have a head."

"Very funny Angela, now where's Bones?" He said, smirking in response to her suggestive grin.

"She's gone for the day already."

"But it's 4:02, she never leaves before 8… she's not sick is she?"

She grinned even wider at his obvious worry. "Like being sick would keep her at home. No. But I'll give you a hint. Do you know what today is?"

"You mean other than March 21st?" The artist nodded. "Umm… the first day of spring?"

"Exactly." She said with a smile. Angela's eyes began to sparkle with mirth as she continued. "And if I told you that Brennan went home early to clean her house, what would that mean to you?"

Booth was silent for a moment until it hit him.

"Spring Cleaning?"

"Yup."

Both he and Angela started to laugh.

"I guess I'll be interrupting her then. I'll see you later Angela"

"Bye stud."

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Booming classical music floated down the hall of Brennan's apartment building as the late afternoon sun sank outside her windows. She actually loved cleaning, provided she could listen, and secretly dance, to her favorite music. She had finished her bedroom in record time, bagging up a bunch of stuff to donate to charity. She decided to pile the black plastic bags in the hall until she could add the ones from the rest of the house.

Booth walked down the same hall twenty minutes later, wondering who on earth was blasting classical music. He should have known. Her front door was sitting half-open with three big garbage bags propped up against the wall.Angela wasn't kidding… Ha. It's so like Bones to do her 'spring cleaning' on the very first day of spring; can anyone say literal? He pushed the door open and had to stifle a laugh at what he saw.

There, in old clothes and waving a feather duster around like a conductor's baton, was his beautiful scientist partner. She looked so into the music, a song Booth vaguely remembered from the new Fantasia movie that he rented for Parker the year before. He knew she liked to dance around her apartment to music, he'd even done it with her before, but knowing something and standing there watching it happen were very different. It was odd to see her doing something so… normal. If you didn't know her, you'd never suspect that the woman currently performing a rhapsody in blue sweatpants was a genius and a best-selling author. Normal was something he knew she wasn't, which made this moment all the more weird to Booth, so of course he ruined it.

"I think you missed a spot."

She stopped dead still at his words, shoulders tensed up to her chin. Turning around in full on cringe she managed a guilty word of greeting as her face turned redder than she probably knew it could.

"Hi."

"Hi there yourself Mozart."

Her embarrassment was gone as quickly as it came. "It's Gershwin, Booth not Mozart. He's my favorite composer."

"I can see that."

"Very funny. Did you come here just to make fun of me?"

"No actually I came to ge…" he began to explain- until he heard the track change. Replacing the strident piano of Gershwin was a song he actually knew, a relatively new single by one of his favorite bands. He couldn't believe it.

"Radiohead Bones?"

"Yes. Their music is quite unpredictable; I find it very interesting and stimulating."

His head cocked to the side like a dog as he contemplated her with a 'God help us all' look on his face. The woman who sifted through corpses and could name every bone in his body found Radiohead stimulating. Will the world ever make sense when I'm around her? The small voice inside his head gave a resounding 'no'. He walked into her kitchen and got a glass of water, making himself at home.

Brennan shrugged and went back to her dusting, trying in vain he noticed with a smile, to stop dancing to the loud Brit rock streaming from the speakers.

"Just dance Bones. I've seen it before. Let us all remember 'Hot Blooded'."

She grinned at him and put some bounce back in her step. He sat on one of the stools at the counter for a minute or two, just watching her dance.

"You want some help Bones?"

"I'm perfectly capable of cleaning my own apartment Booth."

"I know; I just feel bad sitting here and not helping."

"Then dance with me, then you won't just be sitting there, but I don't need your help."

He obliged, moving towards her and bopping his head to the music. She turned around and around shaking her head along with the now useless feather duster as he played the air guitar. They danced around her living room for the rest of that song and the one after it, one by Snow Patrol, a group he was also fairly surprised to hear in her playlist. When it ended she collapsed into one of her dining room chairs, exhausted and laughing, her hair starting to fall out of the bun she'd put it up in hours ago.

The next few notes that reached her ears came from an acoustic guitar, an intro she'd become very familiar with. It was Poco's "Keep on Trying"; the song her father had sung while trying to reconnect with her, and the song she and Booth had sung together at the diner after she had saved him from Gallagher. She looked up at him and saw the recognition flash through his eyes. Without a word, he reached out his hand and she took it. He pulled her up into his arms and they danced slowly to the old tune. Somewhere between the first and second verse, Booth pulled her hair all the way out of the loose bun and twirled her around, afterwards pulling her in even closer than before. With one hand on his shoulder and the other hand in his, she felt strangely at ease. She smiled up at him and sang along with the music.

"Oh yes, I'll keep on tryin', I'm tired of cryin', I got to find a way to get on home to you…"

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