*shuffles awkwardly into the room* Hey. . .You guys mad at me? *silence* Sheesh, I'm real sorry- *flinches* WAIT, WAIT! Hold your tomatoes, I come bearing gifts! *hands stories to readers* See? Nice, good chapters. No need to waste your tomatoes- *gets tomato in the face* Right. . .I probably deserved that.

Soooo. . .Few things. One, I'm sorry about that mistake if you guys caught it in the last chapter; I said Booth was in New York in the beginning and then, for some reason, switched it to Massachusetts. Two, for those of you who noticed yes, I did change this FanFics' description but it's still the same thing, as I'm sure you've gathered. Three, updates will probably have to remain on the weekends, unless by some bout of luck I get no homework *sigh* Four, just like above, I come bearing gifts. I have dedicated the rest of my night – however long it may take – to write you all some lovely chapters.

I loved the response I got from Chapter 24, and thank you all so much. I love coming back form a long week to seeing those reviews. And, by the way, feel free to call me on my errors, typos, or something you don't like. I mean the chapter will have already been published of course, but it will just let me know what is liked more or less. YOU ALL ROCK MY SOCKS!

Disclaimer: Owning things is so overrated. I prefer sharing. But something tells me Hart thinks otherwise. *le sigh*

I Got Time Fo' Dat

Takes place after Warrior in the Wuss

It was noon and the Jeffersonian was more or less chipper as the usual people hustled and bustled on the floor. Interns with clipboards waited for the appropriate person to sign a paper or document. Busy bosses, such as Camille Saroyan, went about the place from office to office, station to station; getting updated on the latest of everything. E-mails were sent out every hour, routinely informing the appropriate person of a change in their schedule.

One such e-mail popped onto Brennan's screen with a computerized bling, causing her to jump physically and mentally at the unexpected disturbance. The printed article and article she'd just been so engrossed in were lucky to not have been shoved off the desk, as her jump was just that violent. Her pen wasn't so lucky.

Why did she have the volume up so high?

Momentarily leaving the writing utensil where it lie on the carpet, she rolled her chair over to the computer monitor, hand over the mouse in an almost mechanical movement. She scanned the e-mail, finding its contents to be no different from the one she'd received nearly an hour ago. Deleting it she retrieved the pen from its fallen spot and was about to resume her date with the fascinating article when her phone went off.

She sighed, raising her eyes to the ceiling in an exasperated manner. One day, just one day without interruptions. That's all she asks of the Universe. She set down the pen and reached into her coat pocket for the cellular device, dreading the fact that she might find they had a case or Angela wanted to have a play date.

Hadn't she made it completely clear that she just wanted to work today? There was a skull that had been shipped from Latin America two weeks ago – the article she was reading explained how it was found and extra information regarding the numerous of remains that were found at the dig, The Jeffersonian was only able to get the one skull, due to funding. The rest of the body (that was found) would be there later in the week. She just hadn't been able to get to it. There was remarkable evidence of-

Just as she read the flashing text 'Message from Booth', she got another and her phone went off again. Going to the screen of bubbles to where they'd briefly been texting earlier, she read his first text.

Hot blooded, check it and see!

The second said, Parker's back from lunch with Pops! Guess what Christine wanted to listen to!

Despite her wishes at wanting to be left alone with her reading, she found herself cracking a smile. Before she could reply, Booth sent another text. This time it was an image.

It was of Christine and Parker. Christine was sanding on the coffee table, with the help of Parker holding her sides. She had a large, open-mouthed smile and looked as though she were attempting to dance. Booth texted her again.

Next up, Shake Your Groove Thing. Any song suggestions?

Her plain smile turned into a chuckle and she figured she finally had enough time to reply.

Sounds like fun. I don't think I've heard of Shake Your Groove Thing, though.

He replied within a few seconds, barely giving her enough time to finish three sentences of the paper.

Why don't you come home early? That way Parker, Christine and I can show you. We'll put on a show!

Why do I have a feeling it's going to leave me scared?

That's mothering instinct. And I'd stand by it if I were you. Odds are it will. ;)

Again, she was forming her own reply as he sent another.

Want us to rehearse a dance?

She laughed out loud at that, trying to picture Booth and Parker dancing in synch with each other. It didn't work out. . .and her brain was very good at thinking up impossible situations.

No thank you. I don't think Christine could keep up with your moves. She looks like she's having fun.

Yup! Hey, me and the youngins were thinking some of your amazing Mac n Cheese with asparagus tonight, then off to the Royal for shakes and pie!

Is it really that good? And yes, that sounds great.

Are you kidding me, Bones? It's absolutely phenomenal! I swear if Max never came out of hiding, I'd assume your parents were cooking Gods that gave you the gift of Mac n Cheese making!

At this she shook her head fondly. That was Booth. Ever the praiser, if only to get some delicious food out of it.

Fine. Do you know where all the recipe papers are?

Yup, first cupboard on the right of the fridge. Little basket with all the note cards of recipe's.

I need all those items on there, the ones we already have at home don't get.

Yeah, I kinda figured Bones.

Now she rolled her eyes. She was just making sure he didn't buy things they didn't need. As it was, he'd stalked up the kitchen with junk food for Parker's stay. There was hardly any room for even her Oreo cookies – something she'd still continued to crave even after her pregnancy – in the snack/breakfast cupboard. Brenna had a feeling that she'd somehow have to smuggle her daughter into the Lab in order to keep a certain doting father from stuffing her small face with the unneeded sugar.

Don't start, Booth. I'll be home at four, like always.

You could just punch in numbers like the rest of us do.

You don't spell out four with the number 4. 4 isn't a letter in the alphabet, it doesn't go in any words.

Somehow, their conversation was going nowhere.

S0 y0u'r3 say1n9 7h 7t15 d03sn'7 mak3 any s3n53?

Brennan grimaced, squinting her eyes in an effort to decipher his code. It took her a good minute and a half for her to finally get it. But again, as she was going to type back, another message came in.

Stump you there, did I?

No.

Her short reply gave her away completely.

Don't blame it on work, I know you dropped everything to text me.

How could you possibly know that? For all you know I could be kidnapped, forced to text you like nothing was wrong.

Don't joke about that, Bones.

Now she felt guilty. With all they've experienced, it really wasn't anything to throw around lightly.

I'm sorry. That was rude.

I love it when you get all formal.

Well that was quite the mood change. Something happen between replies over there?

He didn't text back for a few minutes, making her think that maybe he was either more mad about her slip than she thought, or something was really keeping him from his phone. Possibly a diaper change – which wasn't uncommon the last few months in their house.

Yeah actually. Parker is just now showing me an outfit him and Rebecca bought ack in England. We just changed her into it.

Can I see it?

Maybe if you come home early. . .

That wasn't fair!

Wait, are you black mailing me?

Not exactly, but sure. I'm more trying to convince you. ;)

That's not fair. Can I please see Christine?

Nope.

Short and sweet, just how he knew to push her buttons. Curse him for knowing her so well, of course she wouldn't have it any other way.

Please? My own daughter?

If you come home, Bones, you can hold her and admire her new dress all you want!

I'm doing the face.

Nice try, Bones. But if I can't see it, it doesn't work. XP

Damn him.

He replied again.

Gotta go! We're all headed to the store. Do you need anything? Besides the dinner stuff.

That's a good idea, Booth! Don't text and drive. I ran out of those Vitamin Waters I like. Get me some of those, please.

You got it. I guess I'll see you at four.

Leaving the conversation at that, she got back to her reading. She glanced cross the room at the skull still encased in the square of glass. If she could finish this note-taking business, she could be on her way to examining it, jotting down her findings and being on her way home before three 'o' clock. That'll show Booth.

But once again she found her special time with the article to be cut short as her phone went off. Perhaps turning on the Silent Mode will do the trick, Brennan thought briefly.

Love me?

Now she felt bad for thinking it was somebody to annoy her more.

Of course.

Even though it was a short reply, she could picture him smiling all the way to the store.

So this just kind of happened. Because every Multi-Chapter FanFic needs a B&B texting story.

For future reference, just start checking for updates around Friday nights. I know, sorry. Just make it a thing to look forward to on the weekends! I'll always make sure to update. My Friday's are always free so me and my mom can just have a night, and then Saturdays are Yard Work Days, but I should usually update later on Saturday nights. Check in sometime within the week, cause you may never know, I could just randomly have a story for you guys!

And I hope ya'll don't think I'm not into this thing anymore, because I truly am. School is tougher this year because I have AP classes that always give HW assignments, apparently. Yeah, school started, like, two seconds ago and I've already had three tests.