**Disclaimer: I do not own anything with BONES or any songs in my stories. I just love Booth and Bones love story. **

Writer's Note: Just want to apologize to my loyal readers about how long it took to update. I know other writers have outlines for their stories. I just go with the flow and wait for the chapters to come to me. I haven't though had any happy fluffy feelings lately with Booth and Bones. Just all the drama of Season 6 I guess. Well I am sorry again and please keep reading. :0)

Bones has just finished laying out the bones of the remains of a Civil War solider when her cell went off.

"I finally found you
My missing puzzle piece
I'm complete
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets just love
We can dance until we die
You and I
We'll be young forever
You make me
Feel like
I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's runaway
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back."

She already felt his presence in Limbo, so she didn't bother grabbing her cell out of the pocket of her lab coat. She missed that they didn't have any open cases but she liked the fact that she was able to spend special moments with him in Limbo.

"Don't compromise the remains," she giggled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and nestled his chin to her neck. Bones enjoyed when they had their special time in Limbo, no audience of the Squints or Angela asking twenty questions or squealing that they were holding hands or something of that nature. Time in Limbo was just about them, the two of them.

Booth whispered into her ear, "Lunch time." Bones took off her gloves and put them in her lab coat and clipped her cell to her pants. She turned around so she was facing him, his arms still wrapped around her waist. They gazed into each others eyes and lost track of time. When they looked at each other, time could stand still. It was just as sensual as making love and almost as pleasurable.

They finally broke out of their "trance".

Bones spoke and broke the silence. "I have been thinking about what Dr. Sweets said this morning. Even though, I still think psychology is a soft science. Sweets imprinted himself on us and we are now his "surrogate" parents and it would be logical for him to try to get us to see what everyone else has seen for years. I agree his heart was in the right place when he tried to get us both to realize our feelings for one another. But I still don't agree on how he went about doing it. It did all work out eventually. Even Avalon stated that even though I didn't know what she was talking about at the time, you did. I believe that I have forgiven him, but I think we should yank his rope for a little bit." She smiled at him slyly.

"It's yank his chain, Bones," Booth laughed and then he thought to himself. "Time and patience isn't that what Chef Gordon Gordon said or was it Hope and patience?" He really couldn't remember right now. And even though it was very painful, the happiness in the end was worth all of the pain. Not that Booth if he could do it all over again would have done it this way. He was grateful for the tremendous bliss he had now.

"Yes, he is our baby duck, and I agree with you Bones he deserves to squirm a little bit more. This is going to be fun." Booth smiled back at her. "Even though you aren't a very convincing actress." He laughed.

She pouted, just as she was going to rebut his statement about her acting capabilities. He put his finger on her lips and said, "We can "bicker" about this at the diner. I'm hungry," as he chuckled again.

She took off her lab coat and hung it up before they interlocked their fingers, headed out of Limbo and left the Jeffersonian to have lunch at the diner.

At the diner, they were at their usual table, both sitting on the same side (as this has become the norm) with their backs to the door, talking about nothing, bickering about something and Bones stealing Booth's fries.

Sweets spotted them as he was ready to pick up his and Daisy's to go order. He gulped hard and headed over to say hello even though their morning meeting was very straining on him.

"Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan."

"Look Bones, it's the baby duck."

Bones didn't make eye contact with Sweets. She just continued finishing eating the fry that she just stole from Booth's plate and moved the salad greens around on her plate.

Sweets was puzzled by the new moniker that Booth had just called him. Just as Sweets was going to question him the waitress behind the counter called to Sweets. "Lance your order's ready."

"Sweets, your lunch is ready," Booth stating what the waitress already said. Trying to get Sweets to leave before Bones had a chance to try to act.

"Yeah, Right Lunch. Bye Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan."

As Sweets left their table and took his to go order. He could have sworn he heard quacking. "Nah, it's just my mind playing tricks on me. I have had a stressful day." He thought to himself as he left the diner.

"I find myself very amusing. I am very funny." Bones said as she swiped another French fry from Booth's plate.

Booth grabbed her hand, the one that had just left her mouth from depositing the French fry and he kissed her knuckles. "Yes you are, Old Girl." Old girl the term of endearment the Bogart used in the "African Queen" for Hepburn. And Booth knew he would get a reaction out of his "partner" with that one.

Her eyes narrowed by the use of that term of endearment. "I told you that I would allow Babe or Baby as a term of endearment but not that."

"Yes, Babe I know. But see I can be funny too." He kissed the back of her hand that he was still holding.

"That was not funny at all! But I will think of a way to punish you." She laughed as she looked into his chocolate pools.

"I know you will make me pay for that remark. But it was worth it, to see you all worked up." He laughed and then he gazed into her pools of blue in return. He gave her a soft kiss on the lips. They finished up their lunch so they could head back to the Jeffersonian.

Booth and Bones arrived back at the Jeffersonian. Not that they were trying to avoid their friends but they really weren't in the mood to play twenty questions with Angela about why they were late this morning. As they made a bee-line to Limbo, they both breathed a sigh of relief that they made it down there without any obstacles.

"Dinner at the Founding Fathers tonight?" Booth asked.

"That sounds reasonable." Bones answered. "Are you heading back to the Hoover Building now?"

"What are you trying to get rid of me, Bones?" He grabbed her by the waist and flashed one of his irresistible Boothy smiles.

"No. It was just a question." She smiled back at him and gazed into his eyes.

"I'm in no rush to get back to the office. We have no open cases and I don't have much paperwork left. And if I need to check my emails, I can do it here or out in the SUV. So I much rather spend sometime with you in Limbo."

"Is that an innuendo for having sex with me?"

Booth's face turned beet red. He walked into that one. "No, Bones," as he pulled her closer to him, "It just means I want to spend time with you and anyhow we don't have sex."

Bones pulled away from their embrace, went to put her lab coat on, before she put on her latex gloves she grabbed Booth's hand, meld it with hers. "Yes, I know Booth." She kissed him lightly on the lips and proceeded to put her gloves on after she let go of his hand.

He smiled (she could always make him smile, and she never stopped ceasing to amaze him) and took a seat and let her get back to work. He enjoyed watching her at her discipline. It always amazed him how she could just look at any set of remains and tell how that person lived and died. That was one of the many things that fascinated him about his love.

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