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Xylarisa: I want a garage with '57 Chevy Belair Coupe convertable, a '65 GTO, a '70 cuda (and a long list of others) and a Booth to fix them all *droooooolllll*
Robert Modean: Bill meet Booth...Booth's fist meet Bill's face ( I really should have written it that way..hindsight).
Leggate: If I were Angela I wouldn't have told anyone and kept it all to myself. But I'm evil like that.
SouthnLady: I actually did the research. In cases of retrograde amnesia where there has been bruising on the brain the neurons temporarily reroute while the tissue is healing. If you force said neurons to do something they wouldn't do while the tissue is healing it can cause stroke, long term damage to affected area, and a laundry list. Besides if I did that the story would be over in three chapters =P.
jrfanfrommo: Oh hells yes he did =P. Now you get to see Booth's reaction (yum).
Chkgun93: Ohhhh nice Super Bee! My Dad had a 1965 Dodge Coronet, but being a dingle berry when it broke down he took it to the junk yard. I made him cry when I told him how much people were paying just for the body. *snicker* Fluffiness ensues in chapter 33
Luckywynner86: That was all Mendenbar. I didn't even think about it but she nudged me that way. I just made it so he'd still be able to work with Brennan

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Chapter 29

Bill left Brennan's room and got in the elevator. Stopping two floors down, he went to visit his second patient of the afternoon. A half hour later, Bill left the patient's room with a sigh. Walking to the elevator, he pushed the down button then got on when the doors opened.

When the doors opened on the first floor, he stepped out and headed down the hall to the therapy ward of the hospital. As Bill reached his door, he saw a man leaning against the door. The man was wearing black jeans, a beater with an unbuttoned shirt pulled over it, and seemed to have grease on his hands. The casual stance against the door screamed aggression and Bill swallowed as he approached the door.

"Can I help you?" Bill asked the man as he unlocked his door. The man looked up and Bill was pinned to the door with a set of very angry brown, almost black eyes. Rage rolled off this man in waves. Bill stumbled back into his office and Booth strode in behind him.

"Yes, you can in fact help me, Bill. If Dr. Brennan calls you, you will not accept any and I do mean ANY invitation. That means personal or professional," Booth snarled.

"Wait, what? How did you... If anything personal happens between Dr. Brennan and me it would be none of your business," Bill said, getting angry.

Booth let an evil smile spread across his face, tilting his head first to the left then the right, he cracked his neck.

"No, it is my business because, you see, I am in fact her boyfriend, her best friend, her work partner and her medical and legal power of attorney. Given her mental state at the moment, I still hold that power. So, please tell me how it's not my business?" Booth said in a low growl.

"How the hell did you know that I asked her out?" Bill spluttered at the man standing in front of him.

"That I don't have to tell you," Booth smirked with a raised eyebrow.

"You can leave my office right now," Bill said in indignation.

"I'm leaving. However, you should know that I will be reporting you to your superior. And, if you try to argue, it I can provide him with a recording of your visit," Booth said as he turned his back on the man.

Booth strode from the office leaving a dumbfounded physical therapist behind him. A few of the nurses paused to drool just a little as Booth strode from the hospital.

Brennan lay in her bed fingering the card Bill had handed her. Sweets knocked on the door and stuck his head in.

"Come in, Dr. Sweets," Brennan said, her brow furrowing in frustration.

"Something bothering you, Dr. Brennan?" Sweets asked, seeing her frowning at a card in her hand.

"Usually, I would be attracted to someone like Bill. He gave me his number but the thought of calling him seems wrong. People are not meant to be a monogamous species. Yet," Brennan said, pausing as if in thought. Sweets let out a mental sigh and made a note to call Booth.

"Dr. Brennan, as I said, you have evolved over the last few years and you have changed some of your views on several things," Sweets said gently.

"I have not started practicing some religion have I?" Brennan asked in a horrified voice. A small laugh came from Sweets mouth.

"Do you feel like you have, Dr. Brennan?" Sweets asked with raised eyebrows. Brennan thought about it for a moment, then shook her head.

"I believe, Dr. Brennan, that you should follow your instincts on these things. Your memories and the person you were a week ago seem to be subconsciously controlling your actions," Sweets advised.

"There is no other person inside of me. I am me and that's all there is, memories cannot control your thoughts either," Brennan said with a frown.

"I was speaking metaphorically, Dr. Brennan," Sweets said, smiling at her literal interpretation.

"So, if Booth is my partner and is very close to me, why has he not come to see me?" Brennan asked Sweets in her blunt manner.

"Booth is having just as hard a time dealing with your memory loss as you are. He doesn't want to hurt your progress accidentally. So, he is taking a few days off. I believe currently, he is hiding somewhere," Sweets said in a soft voice.

"Why would he hide? That is completely irrational," Brennan said.

They both jerked their heads toward the corner at a choked gasp. Sweets kept his head turned and began to cough covering up the gasp. As he was coughing his phone rang.

"Excuse me, Dr. Brennan," Sweets said as he answered his phone.

"Sweets. Yes, however it maybe a few days before that can happen. I believe the murderer to be comfortable that you have not caught them yet due to the amount of time this case has taken. Put out a press release asking for information, the murderer will stay put. Yes. Okay. Bye," Sweets said. Brennan looked at Sweets in question.

"I also do profiling for the Jeffersonian team," Sweets explained briefly.

Brennan eyes got wide as a picture of herself and Booth sitting on a bench and Sweets standing before them popped into her mind.

"He likes us. He really likes us," spilled from her mouth without a conscious thought. Sweets eyes narrowed and his face turned red.

"Yes, Dr. Brennan, that would be when I began profiling for your team," Sweets said, clearing his throat.

"I seem to be having memories but I am not sure if they are figments of my imagination or true memories," Brennan said thoughtfully.

"Such as," Sweets prodded.

"Have I seen Booth naked?" Brennan asked, causing Sweets to blush and cough.

"That particular memory or idea would best be discussed with Booth as I have no direct knowledge of any event," Sweets said carefully, avoiding the relationship between the two again.

"Well, is it possible for you to reach Booth? I would like to determine if it is just my imagination or not," Brennan said in a clinical tone. Sighing, Sweets reached into his pocket for his phone. As he pulled it out it began to ring.

"Sweets. Yep. Okay. Bye," Sweets said. Turning to look at Brennan he smiled.

"It would appear your wish is to be granted. That was Booth seeing if it was okay to visit you," Sweets told her.

"I don't make wishes, they are pointless," Brennan stated. Sweets shook his head with a smile.

"I think, I would like to rest some before he gets here," Brennan said.

Sweets nodded, stood up and left the room. He waited outside the door until she fell asleep. Then snuck into the room and closed the computer down. Slipping quietly out into the hall, Sweets waited for Booth to arrive. Booth strode off the elevator carrying a cup of coffee and walked slowly towards Sweets.

"What do I do here?" Booth questioned the psychologist with uncertainty lacing his voice.

"Tread carefully. Things are coming back in spurts. Certain things you say could trigger a memory," Sweets advised. Booth nodded and took a sip of his coffee.

"Her subconscious is pushing things through. She did not feel right about the possibility of calling the physical therapist but she was unsure why. She subconsciously knows that she is in a relationship but doesn't know who with," Sweets said carefully.

"I already took care of Bill," Booth said with a smug grin.

"Dr. Brennan said she wanted to rest before you got here. She has been asleep for about fifteen minutes now. I closed the computer down for your privacy. I am sure you didn't want the entire Jeffersonian to hear this conversation," Sweets told him.

"Thank you, Sweets. I appreciate that. Now I'm going to go sit down and wait for her to wake up," Booth said.

Booth quietly entered the room. He sat down in the chair next to the bed and began the wait. An hour later, Brennan began to stir as her subconscious mind finally recognized the smell of coffee. Blinking her eyes open, she found Booth sitting next to her staring into space.

Reaching over she pushed the bed into an upright position. At her movement Booth looked over at her and gave her a lopsided smile.

"Bones," he said softly. Brennan raised her eyebrows and frowned at him.

"Don't call me 'Bones'. Why would you even call me that?" Brennan asked in irritation. Booth chuckled softly and smiled again.

"Because you work with bones. You might as well get used to it. I refuse to call you Dr. Brennan," Booth said with a smirk.

"I guess some things never change," Brennan sighed out, causing Booth to smile widely.

"So, I heard you wanted to talk to me about something," Booth said.

"Have I seen you naked?" Brennan asked bluntly. Booth choked on the coffee he had just sipped.

"Ahh yes, you have seen me naked, several times in fact," Booth told her while shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Narrowing her eyes she watched him shift.

"There is something you are not telling me," she stated while looking at him with narrowed eyes.

"Bones, normally I do not keep secrets from you. In this case I have been advised that you should gain your own memories back without jarring your memory. So, we will leave it at that, I am willing to talk to you. However, I may avoid answering some questions because of this limitation," Booth said slowly. Brennan tilted her head but nodded in understanding.

"So, we have had sexual intercourse then?" Brennan prodded and almost laughed when Booth's face flushed red at her terminology.

"No, we have never had sex," Booth said honestly. Brennan's eyes narrowed as an image of him over her appeared in her mind.

"You are lying to me," she said with a tinge of anger in her voice. Booth's eyes popped open at her accusation.

"Bones, I would never lie to you. Ever," Booth said emphatically.

"Then why am I having an image of you over top of me, naked?" Brennan said with her jaw clenched. Booth sighed and pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose. How to go about this without jarring her memory?

"Do you remember a discussion about the laws of physics?" Booth asked her. Taking a sip of his coffee, he waited for her to search her memory. Looking at her face, he knew she could not find the memory.

"It was after a case about pony play," Booth said softly, trying to prompt but not force her memory.

Brennan paused in the search of her memory, letting Booth's voice surround her. It felt like a safety blanket being wrapped around her. What had happened to her that she would be so dependent on someone for her safety? Feeling relaxed, Brennan began to see memories flash through her mind one after another causing her to gasp as pain shot through her head.

They all were of a diner, apparently she and Booth had spent a lot of time there. The memories slammed to a halt as a conversation between them played out. Booth had stiffened at her gasp of pain and cringed at the pain he had caused.

"The diner," she gasped out.

"We spend a lot of time there. The conversation involved breaking the laws of physics and that everything else was crappy sex. I agreed with you," she said quietly.

"Yeah, that's the conversation," Booth said softly. He watched her face as she sorted through her emotions.

"Love is ephemeral. It doesn't last. It is hormones being released causing the need to procreate," Brennan stated flatly. Booth wiped his face of any emotion and closed his eyes to hide the pain.

"How about we agree to disagree about that, Bones?" Booth said in a teasing tone. Her mouth turned up at the corners and she nodded in agreement.

"So, you are my partner. I have no proof but I believe we know each other very well," Brennan said in a small voice.

"Yeah, we do," Booth said smiling at her.

"I think I may have done something to embarrass you," Brennan said in a low tone. Booth raised one eyebrow at her.

"I may have told baby duck what Pops calls you," Brennan said, pausing she continued, "wait. Why did I just call Sweets 'baby duck'?" Frowning she searched her memory, her brows pulled down as she tried to remember.

"Relax, Bones, it's okay. We used to call him baby duck," Booth soothed, watching her face scrunch in frustration.

"You are not mad that I told him that Hank calls you 'shrimp'?" Brennan asked in curiosity, watching as his face quickly grimaced. The grimace only crossed his face for a second but quickly disappeared.

"I am not mad," Booth said.

"But you are unhappy about it," Brennan prodded. Booth gave her a smile at her prodding.

"Yeah, I'm not happy about it but I can deal. I'll just threaten to shoot the twelve year old if he even thinks about calling me that," Booth said with a laugh.

"Yeah, but you wouldn't shoot him, you like him," Brennan teased. Booth laughed at her comment.

"Are we in a relationship of some sort?" Brennan said bluntly, trying to catch him off guard.

"That will be up to you to remember," Booth said in a firm tone. Anger flashed through her eyes causing him to smirk at her.

"You like irritating me don't you?" Brennan said in a snippy tone.

"Yep, I irritate the snot out of you, just to watch your eyes change colors. I stay just shy of making you angry," Booth admitted sheepishly. He ignored the voice in his head telling him that he enjoyed another way of making her eyes go that particular color.

"It is impossible to physically irritate the mucus out of someone," Brennan stated, not knowing exactly how to handle his comment. Booth automatically shot her a look causing her to frown for a moment.

"Too literal?" The question caused Booth to grin and nod a yes.

"You are reacting very strangely to some of the things I am doing. Am I to assume, as Dr. Sweets said that the metaphorical me from a week ago has been coming out in my statements?" Brennan asked Booth with a small frown.

"Yeah, you could say that," Booth said with a grin.

Brennan closed her eyes and let out a tired sigh. Booth stood up kissed her on the forehead and quietly left without saying anything else. Brennan's face stretched into a smile. His lips on her skin felt good, really good. Brennan drifted to sleep with the feel of Booth's lips on her forehead and a smile on her face.

Booth let out a sigh as he got on the elevator. His spirits raising slightly, as he saw his Bones coming through, one memory at a time. Leaving the hospital, he headed back to the garage. He didn't want to go home to his empty bed. Not after all this time of sleeping with his arms around her.


A/N: HA Discussion of a Nekkid Booth (sorry guys). *wonders if anyone notices the car* Anywho, tomorrow... cranky Booth, bed linnens, Sweets alpha male, gun safes, baby sitters, and a whiney agent.

A/N 2: Tomorrows chapter is kinda short and mostly filler so if you're really good tomorrow and leave lots of reviews I'll post a second chapter.

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