A/N: My attempt at alone time between B&B… it was fun to write the later part… believe me! =) Sorry though it's mostly dialogue. It's my weakness. Lol. BUT firstly, I know it's done A LOT… but THANK YOU immeasurably, for hanging in there and continuing with this story… I have no words, every person who has taken the time to read a chapter or more… THANK YOU!

Brennan found it odd to not be working, and found that most of her time was spent working on her latest novel. She was not the type of person who could sit around and watch TV. Booth on the other hand, was watching an old TV series he had hired from the movie store to keep him entertained. He occasionally wondered into Brennan's study to bug her, and dissolve his intense boredom.

"What ya doin'?" he asked leaning against the door frame.

"I'm writing, Booth," she looked up at him, a look of annoyance plastered on her face. There was nothing worse than being interrupted when you were in the middle of writing a scene. It was frustrating, and she didn't fail to let Booth know that. "I can't be interrupted all the time… find something productive to do…" he suggested.

"Like what?" he smiled.

"I don't know, what do you do when you're home?"

"I sleep," he stated.

"I don't suggest that," she pounded. "It's quite unhealthy for an active man like yourself to sleep during the day, unless you are ill…" she pointed out.

"I know that, Bones," he nodded. "That's why I'm not sleeping. I work all day… I hang out with you, and Parker and…"

"And what?" she asked with interest.

"I read some graphic comics," he admitted. "But I don't have any here, and Sweets said we shouldn't really leave the apartment, unless it was a dire emergency," he mocked.

"I really have to work, Booth," she explained, her eyes refocusing on the computer.

"Play cards with me?" he begged.

"Booth…" she was using that tone again. She wanted to be alone to work.

"Come on, Bones," he pulled out the puppy-dog eyes and stared her down. "I am SO bored. Please, just do something with me… anything… we can even bake a cake together…"

Brennan laughed out loud. "I don't think so," she said.

"Cards then," he pleaded.

Brennan sighed heavily. "Alright… if you must insist on interrupting me from my work, there doesn't seem to be a lot of options," she smiled.

For the next hour, they played a game of Canasta, in the loungeroom on the couch. Booth was surprised that Brennan knew the rules and concept of the game, and easily beat him. He insisted on a re-match, but she refused, telling him she had to get back to work.

"You don't even HAVE to," he pointed out. "Usually you'd be working at the Jeffersonian, not at home…"

"But I am home," she shrugged. "Therefore I should make the most of the time I have, to work on my book, since I am currently behind anyway."

"BONES!" he whined resembling a four-year-old. "Make the most of the time with ME!"

"Booth, you are behaving like a child?" she pointed out.

"I won't if you do something with me…" he grinned.

"I just played cards," she scoffed.

"We could… play a board game… or watch a movie… or we could play truth and dare?" a wild spark lit up his entire face when he mentioned the last suggestion.

"I don't know what that is," she said.

"It's easy. You pick either truth or dare, and if you pick truth, then I ask you a question and you have to be COMPLETELY 100% honest, and if you pick dare, I get to make you do something you don't want to do."

"I don't like the sound of this game," she answered skeptically.

"It's fun," he promised. "So… I'll ask you first truth or dare?"

Brennan sighed. "Truth," she picked.

Booth raised an eyebrow and thought about his question. "Alright," he posed starting her off with something easy. "How do you feel about Parker?"

"You know this already," she frowned. "I think he's an incredibly bright child, much like his father in facial features, and I adore him very much. I would love to have a child that resembles him."

Booth nodded. "Good answer. But what do you mean when you say he has my facial features, in a good way?"

Brennan smiled. "I think that's another question," she said easily understanding the rules of the game. "It's my turn to ask you. Truth or dare?"

Booth squirmed. "Truth…"

"How do you feel about your father?"

He met her eyes. "Bones, that's not really a…"

"I thought this was a game where you can ask ANY question and get an honest answer."

"Fine," he said coldly. "I resent my father. I think he was a crappy one. A bloody alcoholic! I fear turning out like him and I think he was a jerk. He gave me responsibility to bring up Jarrod when I was just a kid myself. Alright, I hated him!"

He leaned back in the chair. "Truth or dare?" it was payback time.

"Truth," she answered confidently.

"How do you honestly feel about me?" he demanded. "What emotions run deep that you try and hide from everyone else?"

Brennan's face drained of color. "I thought you were going to ask about your facial features and-"

"No," he shrugged. "Answer the question."

"Booth, I don't think this is a very appropriate game to be playing considering your girlfriend is-"

"Bones," he snapped. "You made me answer a question regarding a very sore subject, it's YOUR turn. How do you feel about me, honestly?"

Brennan stood from the couch. "I have to get back to work…"

"Bones!" he warned.

She shook her head firmly. "I won't answer it. I'm sorry… I think- I just have to get back to work."

He leaned back on the couch, as he pounded the reasons why she wouldn't answer. What was she so afraid of, an obvious intense emotion was running through her, she must have cared somewhat if she struggled to answer the question. Maybe he even loved her? He thought.

Okay so this sets it up for later… hope you don't hate me for not letting Brennan answer the Q, I thought it was better that way. I don't want them to have an affair of any sort, whether it's physical or emotional. =) hope you liked it though.