Disclaimer: I only own the characters not normally seen on the show…and the movie that Booth and Brennan watch, that's not mine either, though it is one of my favorites.

Previously: The case is underway. The Squints and Booth have gone to the morgue to see the bodies, but they are more gruesome than they expected; Brennan wigs out on Zack who can't even keep down his breakfast, and is abandoned by Angela, Hodgins, and even Booth, who is the first person she apologizes to. They have also met the interesting character of Dr. Long, whom Brennan is attracted to.

A/N: I know I usually put these at the end of each chapter but I really wanted to thank you guys who reviewed the last post. They really squashed my fears about that chapter. I appreciate all the reviews I've gotten for this story already, and guess what, we broke a hundred yesterday! Yeah! Now, on with the show!

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He told me to pick something? Is he crazy? Brennan asked herself as she stared at the hotel's DVD collection. There were titles ranging from Casablanca to The Spongebob Squarepants Movie. Brennan was slightly perturbed by this massive assortment of video entertainment. She scanned over the titles. Bruce Almighty… Fifth Element…Laura Croft: Tomb Raider…oh, finally something I've heard of…Sixteen Candles. She pulled the DVD from the shelf, but the box wouldn't release from a bungee-cord that was holding it to the wall.

Confused, Brennan flicked on the television. A menu came up on screen and she was offered to choose either: movies, television, or games. Using the remote, Brennan selected movies. A new screen popped up. The title read: "Enter the DVD Code". Brennan frowned. Code? What code? There's no--oh, that code. She read the numbers on the side of the DVD box and typed them in using the remote's keypad. The television thanked her and began playing the movie.

The only problem was: Booth wasn't back from the store yet. Brennan frantically grabbed at the remote, attempting to stop the movie. She finally found a small button in the bottom corner of the remote that read in tiny letters: 'Pause'. As if she was supposed to have seen that right off the bat. Sighing in frustration, Brennan pressed the button and then flopped down on the couch.

If Booth doesn't get back here soon, I'm going to eat this stupid flower-covered couch, Brennan inwardly complained. She twisted uncomfortably in her skirt. She glanced at the door; she knew that as soon as she got up to change, Booth would be back. Still, her skirt was starting to make the back of her legs itch, and her pink top wasn't as comfortable as it had been that morning. She sighed again, as she got up and headed to her bedroom. She didn't bother with the door; she wasn't planning to take that long anyway…

She pulled her pajama shorts out of the drawer and grabbed a crisp new tank top in a light yellow. She slid her shorts on under the skirt before removing that and dropped it on the floor. She lifted her shirt over her head and just as she did so, the door opened.

"Bones!" It was Booth, of course it is. Brennan struggled to get her shirt back over her head, " Bones!" His voice was getting louder as he moved closer to her bedroom door. She saw his shadow on the floor of her room and sprinted at top speed to the other, her foot catching on the skirt she had thrown aside. She went down in a heap of skin and clothing.

He might as well have been the Flash or something as equally quick, because he already had his gun out and ready by the time he took the half-second step into her room. The bag of groceries was lying, forgotten, on the floor by the bedroom door. Brennan stood up, blush creeping around her cheeks. She was fine, of course, and when he saw this he simply rolled his eyes and holstered the gun.

"Jesus, Bones, you're gonna give me a heart attack," Booth said grabbing the bag of groceries off the floor and leaving Brennan alone to adjust her top. She sighed, a breath of relief, glad that he hadn't come in a second earlier.

When she arrived in the lounge again, Booth had already set up the coffee table with a box of Twinkies, some Oreos, two packages of Snowballs and two pint-sized containers of coffee-mocha ice cream. Brennan smiled, of course he would've gotten the worst snacks you could possibly find at a store.

"Oh, and I got you a Sobe--the strawberry banana, right?" Booth asked, pulling out the light pink drink. Brennan nodded mutely, accepting the drink; she ran her fingers over the lizard design at the top; how nice of him to remember her favorite kind. She didn't remember having ever told him that this was her favorite flavor. Don't be stupid Temperance! He's an FBI gent it's his job to notice little things about people. Still, the thought was comforting that he'd taken the time to remember this superfluous detail about her.

"So Bones, what'd cha pick?" Booth asked flopping down on the couch, a Hood Chug, an oddly shaped bottle of skim milk, in his hand. The grocery bag was still sitting on the floor by his feet. Brennan seated herself on the other end of the couch--she'd had enough of a close interaction with Booth a few minutes before for her body to be reacting to him, especially in such close proximity.

"I thought Sixteen Candles might be good. It was the only one I recognized, so I figured why not? Is that all right with you?" Brennan eyed him carefully. She knew Booth would sacrifice his own enjoyment so that she could potentially understand a movie. But his face didn't change, he still looked excited.

"Good, I love that movie!" Booth grabbed the remote and un-paused the movie. The opening credits rolled but Brennan wasn't watching the film. She was staring in amazement at her partner who had just admitted liking--no, loving--a 80s movie about a sixteen-year-old girl (all of which was information she'd gotten from reading the back of the box).

He didn't notice her staring. He concentrated completely on the movie as he pulled a jar of peanut butter out of the grocery bag. After opening it the jar and removing the seal, he grabbed an Oreo and stuck it into the peanut butter so that only half the Oreo was showing. Brennan was shocked. That looked absolutely disgusting. Booth noticed the face she made as he swallowed down the sweet and salty treat.

"You make faces Bones, but have you ever tried it?" Booth asked as he procured a peanut butter-covered Oreo and handed it to her. Brennan held it between her fingers as if it were toxic waste. Slowly, she raised it to her mouth and placed it on her tongue. She closed her mouth with a frightened look on her face before she began to chew. The fear remained until she swallowed--then it dissipated into a look of pure ecstasy.

"Told ya so," Booth replied, very seven-year-old-ish. He smiled as he dunked another Oreo into the peanut butter and ate it.

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Two hours later had the movie at the final scene. The BIG KISS. Brennan had paid attention throughout the entire movie and had even gotten most of the jokes. Some of them still eluded her, but they weren't as funny when Booth had to explain them, so he didn't bother. He grinned when he looked down at the table.

There were Twinkie wrappers everywhere. The Snowballs were gone. Most of the Oreos had been eaten within the first twenty minutes of the movie, and there was so little peanut butter left that neither could fit their hand in the jar, so they had abandoned that snack and moved on to the ice cream.

"I think that they invent this kind of food just to make people fat," Brennan declared, "See, they make it taste so good and yet be so incredibly bad for your nutrition that you crave more--and your cravings usually win over your common sense, I've found."

"They are called guilt pleasures for a reason, Bones," Booth agreed, setting down his half-eaten pint of ice cream. He leaned back against the couch and stretched his arms above his head.

Just as she had the other day, Brennan couldn't force herself to look away. Once again she caught sight of well-toned abs and tanned skin. Once again her mouth watered. There was definitely a guilty pleasure all right.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes. It was only eight o'clock but it had been a long day, what with her emotional breakdown and all. She smiled--yes, it had been quite a day. Her mind flicked back to the morgue and meeting Dr. Long. He'd been so--indescribable. Brennan felt herself blush a little, although there was no reason to. He'd definitely been cute--and he'd seemed, at least a little bit, interested in her. She then remembered Booth's interruption of their conversation.

He would, she thought, glaring at him, though he wasn't paying attention, so much like Russ was…always had to be the big protector. My knight in shinning armor. It's so annoying. Oh, god, just forget it. Dr. Long is never gonna like you anyway, besides, you don't even know how long you'll be staying here, you could end up leaving tomorrow, who knows? It's not like this is a movie. Let's get a little less Sixteen Candles here please?

"Okay, Bones, I'm bored," Booth announced.

"Me too…we could do something else…"

"Like what? I mean, I have something in mind but I don't know what you're thinking," Booth said, giving her his sexiest grin. She rolled her eyes and cuffed him in the shoulder, "Ah, I was joking Bones!"

"Yeah, well, keep your jokes to yourself," Brennan replied with little conviction.

"We could see if they have any fun games on the TV?" Booth suggested grabbing the remote. He went back to the menu and selected the games option. There were several card games, but the one that caught Brennan's eye was the on-screen version of Trivial Pursuit.

"Oh, we can play that one!" She pointed to the screen.

"Why do I get the feeling you'll kick my ass if we play that?" Booth asked giving her a sideways glance of amusement.

"Probably because I will," Brennan replied, a confident smirk gracing her features.

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She was losing. She couldn't believe that she was actually losing a game of Trivial Pursuit to Booth. Not that Booth was stupid or anything, because he wasn't; he was one of the smartest people that Brennan knew, but this was Trivial Pursuit here, not some card game. She did not lose at Trivial Pursuit.

"Wait, Bones, was that, yes, I believe I just got that question right, again," Booth said gleefully. He could tell she wanted to kill him with her bare hands, and he loved every minute of it. She was shooting daggers at him with her eyes but he replied only with cocky grins.

"Just wait, Booth, I'll catch up," Brennan replied. She selected the next question, hoping beyond hope that it wasn't…

"Another sports question! Are you kidding! My last four questions have been sports questions; I haven't gotten a single one about anything scientific!"

"Sorry, Bones, you gotta answer, especially if you expect to win," Booth laughed lightly.

"Shut up! Okay, 'This former American Football player was inducted into the Hall of Fame in 2000. After retiring from the NFL, he pursued an acting career, choosing mostly action films.' I don't know who that is!"

"Well, you've got twenty seconds." Nothing. "Fifteen." Still nada. "Ten, Bones you gotta answer, which one of those names is it?"

"Well, why don't you answer since you seem so keen to do so?" Brennan snapped flopping back against the couch. The timer ran out and Booth gave Brennan a glance that said she was frustrating him.

"It's not fun when you don't wanna play," Booth said softly.

"It's not fun either way," Brennan replied reproachfully.

"Oh, stop being a sore loser," Booth said ending the game, "so you had an off night; if we ever play again you'll kill me, no doubt about it."

She knew he was right. She knew she should give him his glory. He did beat her after all, fair and square. She smiled faintly at the first time he'd gotten a question right and she had not. He'd practically jumped off the couch in glee. He smile widened--he was such a little kid sometimes.

The telephone rang from the bedside table. She rose to get but Booth stopped her with a hand on her arm. She looked down at him confused. There was a twinkle in his eye that made tiny shivers run up and down Brennan's spine. There was something exciting about that look that made her want to forget everything else in the world and concentrate all of her attention on him for the rest of eternity.

This thought reminded her of the dream she'd had the night before. The kissing dream. She swallowed when she recalled the feeling of his kiss, and his hands roaming freely over her body, through her hair. That dream was the best she'd ever had. There was something about it that made it so, something unexplainable, something so very real about it…she couldn't understand why but she felt like she hadn't been dreaming that kiss at all.

"Booth, I had this dream," Brennan said slowly; she had no idea what she was doing but her mouth wouldn't stop talking, "you were in it…but it was weird…it felt…I don't know…real…"

"You're dreaming about me, Bones?" Booth asked, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "what were we doing?"

"Nothing…"

"Really, nothing?"

"Look, I just want to make sure that nothing happened last night that I should know about…"

"That depends…what were you dreaming we were doing?"

"Booth, focus! Weird dream, you being very vague about the events of last night, me, not remembering a thing past you falling into the table--which, by the way, why did you do that?"

The smile disappeared from Booth's face, instead he looked embarrassed and immediately turned away from her, "No reason, I just caught the table as I was backing up."

"Yes, I saw that, but why were you backing up?"

"So about that dream…"

"Was it because of me?"

"No!"

"Did you think I looked pretty?" Brennan smiled a wicked smile. She loved this slow torture. It was fun to watch him squirm under her thumb.

"No, I mean, yeah, you looked nice, but it's not like that was the reason or anything…I think I'm gonna go to bed now." He got up without another word and stalked off to his room. Brennan watched him from her position on the couch. She smiled again.

"G'night, Booth," she said with sugar sweet charm in her voice.

She turned back to the TV Booth had turned it off after the game. She didn't feel like reaching over to get the remote so she just left it. She got to her feet and padded across the cool wood floors to her bedroom. She started to close the door, but decided against it; it was too hot and besides Booth would probably be asleep soon anyway.

She climbed into the cool cotton sheets and sighed. This was definitely Heaven. Now all she needed was the sexy FBI agent in the next room lying right next to her and she'd be all set. Whoa! Brennan's eyes snapped open where in the hell did that come from? She sat up shook her head; this was so not a good time for thoughts like that.

She looked around the room before settling back against the sheets. She closed her eyes and sighed.

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Booth lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Damn it, he had let her get to him. He had let her get very comfortably situated in his mind and she--the stubborn pain in the ass that she was--was not going to go anywhere anytime soon.

He rolled onto his side and closed his eyes, even though he knew that there be no sleep for him tonight--or ever again, at least until Brennan was situated comfortably in his arms.

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The digital clock on the bedside table read 2:23 a.m. but Brennan wasn't sleeping peacefully. She tossed and turned and moaned in her sleep. Her forehead was soaked in sweat and her sheets were tossed haphazardly across her abdomen. She kicked in fear, causing one of her pillows to slip onto the floor.

There a thousand things swimming in her head. Booth's face had a reoccurring cameo, as usual, but there were other faces as well. Or rather, what was left of faces…those poor girls who lay on the tables back at the morgue…all without a face…without identities…

Brennan jumped awake. She felt uncomfortably sticky in her tank top and shorts. She peeled the covers away from her legs and pulled her knees against her chest. She glanced around the room. It was no longer the comforting, homey place that it had been earlier. Now it frightened her. It frightened her to be alone in.

Without another thought, Brennan got out of the bed and left the room. She contemplated the couch but there were still Twinkie wrappers scattered everywhere and she didn't feel like cleaning them up. She could hear a faint snoring coming from the doorway beside her. She glanced inside.

Booth was sleeping on his side. Apparently, the sight from earlier had not affected him the way it had her. She took a tentative step inside. All the time her head was telling her that this was ridiculous and illogical. She should just go back to her room and stop being such a baby.

But her mind couldn't stop her feet until they had reached the side of Booth's bed. He was facing her and his arm was dangling off the side. Brennan tossed a pillow to the ground, leaning it against his bedside table. She got down onto the floor and took his hand in hers. She held onto it like it was a lifeline.

He was the thing that would keep her sane. She knew that. He would keep her safe. He wouldn't let her see those terrible faces anymore. She knew all that, and it scared her more than the distorted visions in her head. She placed a soft kiss on the back of his hand before letting her heavy eyelids slide shut.

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TBC…in Chapter 7: "Two Hearts Waiting"…

A/N: Ah…another BB fluff chapter. Please review. I hope you guys like this chapter. The next chapter will probably be fluff too. I want to get the case rolling but who knows when that'll happen? This story just kind of took a life of its own. I do have a plan for the general plot, but as for the particular chapters…I hope all of you who begged for more fluff like this, this is for you! R&R please & thank you!