Lunch went off without a hitch, and Parker kept his promise to his father and didn't mention anything about 'girlfriends, parties, or money', and Booth appeared to be happy as he was nearly caught staring into Brennan's eyes again as she spoke. Angela thought she had caught it, but before she could be sure, his gaze was averted to his son's plate of French fries. He reached beside him and grabbed one from his plate.

"Hey!" Parker exclaimed, slapping his father's hand as Booth shot him a warning glare, the pout on the little boy's face appeared as he sighed and let his father grab another French fry.

"So tell me again what happened yesterday afternoon between you two." Angela said, watching Booth's eyes avert back to the table, and then back to hers.

"We didn't tell you what happened." Brennan said, looking to Angela, then to Booth. "So to tell you again, would be to tell you the first time, and…."

"And nothing happened." Booth replied. "It was a disagreement… we have disagreements, it's our process… it's what we do."

"It's what you do to solve a case, Booth. Don't play coy with me, you two haven't had a case all week… were you arguing over who is going to finish the paperwork from the last case, or were you arguing about which one of you forgot to make the bed that morning?" She asked with a sly grin, as Brennan and Booth stared at one another for a moment, neither of them giving way to anything.

"Bones doesn't sleep in daddy's bed, Angela… Bones slept on the couch last night." Parker exclaimed with a smile, watching Brennan and Booth both look to the little boy.

"The couch?" Angela laughed. "I thought you said you picked her up at her place."

"I didn't think that the information was pertinent, how I got into Booth's… car this morning. I stopped by last night, fell asleep on his couch, and in the morning he brought me to my place to shower and change. Nothing strange, nothing out of the ordinary."

"Just a friend being a friend." Booth finished, glancing to Parker, who looked like he really wanted to say something. Booth sent him a warning glance, and Parker's eyes narrowed in another pout.

"Speaking of a friend being a friend…" Angela said, shaking her head at her two friend's constant denial. "You and I are going shopping tonight." She said with a grin.

"Shopping?" Brennan asked curiously.

"For dresses, Bren. Big event, Saturday…"

"I have dresses, they will be just fine for…."

"We're going shopping, sweetie… even if I have to handcuff you to a wheelchair and drag you from store to store, you're coming with me." Angela laughed.

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Lunch wrapped up, and before they knew it, the Booth boys were left sitting at the table together alone, the check on the table unpaid as he had insisted that he'd take care of it. "So… they left pretty quickly when I mentioned that I'd pay." Booth said as he looked through his wallet for cash.

"I thought you were supposed to pay for a lady's food… you say it's polite." Parker asked.

"That's right… and I probably shouldn't be complaining about it, huh?" He asked with a smile, watching Parker smile and nod back at him.

"So… What are we going to do?" Parker asked with a grin.

"Let's go… to the arcade!" Booth replied, as he pulled the money from his wallet, grabbed the check and walked toward the counter.

"Yeah!"

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The afternoon rolled by slowly, and Booth had heard nearly nothing from the depths of the Jeffersonian lab, except when he called her office and left a quick message that he was thinking about her, while Parker was busy killing androids at the arcade. He had stepped out of the arcade just far enough to be able to see Parker, and not be assaulted by the constant pinging of sounds from the games. He listened to her voice on the machine and sighed, making a split second decision. "Bones… hey, it's me…" He sighed. "Listen… I know you're going to be getting ready for this thing on Saturday…and um… I decided that I'm going to take Parker on a little surprise fishing trip. We'll probably drive up to Massachusetts… or just… somewhere a little out of the way. Since I have today and tomorrow off, and I never get this much time off… I figure you won't care, it'll give you some time with Angela… time to get ready for your event… charity thing… I'll be home on Sunday… call if you want… I miss you." He whispered, as he closed the phone and sighed.

He then turned toward the arcade, walked in just as Parker lost his last quarter to the androids. "Dad, do you have another quarter?" He asked eagerly.

"Actually… I have a better idea… why don't we get going…"

"What is it?"

"It's a surprise." He said with a laugh, holding his son's hand, he lead them from the arcade, in search of some adventure.