Just a transitional update... You'll see what's going on by the end of the next update entitled... 'The Delivery'

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The initial viewing of the remains was as quick and easy as it always was. Bones stepped up to the car, determined that it was a murder, and ordered it all to be shipped to the Jeffersonian. Booth didn't even get a chance to see the body, the initial exam was so quick and easy. He stood back while Bones approached the car and did her thing, while the owner of the rental lot engaged him in conversation. She stood up and balanced on her good foot, looking over the car and shouted to him what she needed, he nodded and before they knew it, they were heading back to the Sequoia.

"So you're going to drop me off at the doctor's office?" She asked, climbing into the Sequoia, she noticed he was right behind her, grabbing her crutches as she landed in the seat.

"I'm not dropping you off anywhere. I can wait for you to finish." He said as he watched to make sure she was in the car securely, he closed the door and walked around the front with the crutches. He opened the driver's side door and slipped the crutches into the back seat before climbing in himself. He watched her eyes on him and gave her a confused glance. "What's that look for?"

"You're not going to drop me off anywhere? Booth… You don't have to stick around for a doctor's appointment. I can take a taxi." She replied as Booth shook his head.

"You don't have to take a taxi. We're both going to Sweets' office after your appointment. I'll just work on some leads by phone… I have my laptop… I can wait for you. It's not a problem." He said with a kind smile, she scrutinized him for a moment, her features softening as she nodded. "Okay?" he asked, noticing her nod just a little more as he gave her a half smile.

"Do you mind if…" She started as she noticed that his attention was completely on her, his hand on the car's shifter as he watched her, and she was taken slightly aback by this attention. Typically, they were always on the go, always moving, always going somewhere. For him to stop and listen, was something very odd and different for Brennan, and she savored that moment for just an extra second before completing her thought. "Do you mind if we stop at my place for a minute… I should change." She said, noting the smile in his eyes as he nodded his head, and turned his attention to the task at hand, getting them to their destinations.

The drive to the apartment was filled with comfortable banter about the new case. The excitement in each of their voices was evident, as was an additional warmth that could be felt between them. Brennan was unsure if her cheeks were burning, or if it was just warm in the car. She swallowed hard as they approached her apartment, her hand on the handle as he pulled up in front of her building. She turned to grab her crutches, and found that he had already pulled them into the front. She gave him a quick smile and grabbed them as she swung the door open. "Thank you." She said softly as she pulled herself from the car, grabbed the crutches, and made her way expertly toward her apartment.

He waited patiently for her to return, and didn't have to wait long. Her hair was now let loose from it's previous ponytail, and she had slipped into a pair of jeans that hugged her hips in just the right places. He swallowed hard as she moved toward the car, leaning herself against the side, he opened his door to help, just as she opened her door. "I don't need help, Booth." She said quickly. "I've got it." She said, sliding the crutches into the car, she hopped onto her seat, being careful not to hit her foot on anything.

"You act like a pro with that broken foot." He remarked as she closed the door behind her.

"To be honest, it's not the first time I've broken my foot." She replied as Booth nodded his head in surprise, putting the car into drive, he headed toward her doctor's office.

"So you make it a habit to announce your feelings to men through disgruntled means?" He asked with a bit of humor in his voice, watching her head snap in his direction, he was not prepared for the glare that met his gaze. Her jaw dropped slightly as she swallowed hard, sat back in her seat and stared out the window. She remained silent while he drove to the doctor's office, and climbed from the seat without a word or a glance. "Bones. Hey, Bones… I was kidding."

"It shouldn't take me very long." She said as she pulled the crutches from the back, narrowly hitting him in the head with the end of one of them, she gave him a purposeful glance that insisted that missing him was on purpose. She swallowed hard and slammed the door behind her, making her way toward the doctor's office while Booth sat in the SUV, wondering to himself why he insisted on making inappropriate comments that would only make her angrier.

It was almost an hour later when he looked up to see her hobbling toward the car once again. She still had the air cast on, so he figured that the doctor hadn't needed to make any changes as far as putting a hard cast on her foot, and her eyes held a slightly pained look as he pulled the SUV around to the doors to pick her up. She swung the door open and tossed the crutches inside haphazardly, nearly hitting him with them. "Hey… be careful there, Bones… you're going to take out an eye." He said, listening to her mumble something under her breath as she lifted herself into the car, she buckled her seatbelt. "How did it go?" He asked, trying to keep the conversation light, and not make another mistake.

"Fine." She said with a sigh.

"So… did the doctor tell you anything different?" He asked curiously, watching her eyes meet his in a challenging stare. "Okay…" He nodded as he pulled the car from the front of the building. He sighed to himself, and drove them toward FBI headquarters, and their inevitable meeting with Sweets.