Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter and who voted for the names (and there were a lot! almost 55 votes!). Here is an extra long chapter just for you. Enjoy:-)

Few things before we start: I have no clue what the weather is like in Washington in the middle of July, hence why there is no temperature actually written. Second, Miner Elementary School is an actual school in Washington.

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July had come along and had brought with it an unbearable heatwave. Brennan had moved to Booth's place, where there was at least air conditioning which made her bed-rest a little less painful. Her air conditioning had broken ages ago and she still hadn't had it fixed.

The days were long for Brennan. She had only been on bed-rest for a month but to her it seemed more like a year. She knew that she was doing this for the babies' well being but she couldn't help missing her work and her colleagues. They were nice enough to stop by for lunch about once a week but Brennan found it surprisingly not enough. And Booth had been so nice to her, bringing her breakfast in bed every morning before he left for work and spending his lunch hour with her. The days seemed less long since he had started doing that about two weeks earlier but she was still bored out of her mind.

The days looked all the same for the pregnant woman so it was obvious to her, as Booth's alarm went off that morning, that this day would be the same as every other day since that faithful afternoon at the hospital.

She felt cold as Booth unwrapped his arms from around her and got up. She noticed that the blankets were down at her feet so she pulled them up. She heard Booth make his way to the bathroom to take his shower. She opened her eyes and looked at the time. 7:00 am. Just like any other morning, she thought.

She listened to the water running from the bathroom two rooms away and let it soothe her back to sleep.

She woke up again to the smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen. Booth had left the door to the bedroom open and she could smell the eggs and the bacon he was making. Her stomach growled at the same time as one of the twin pressed against her bladder. Getting up as quickly as she could, she made her way to the bathroom.

Minutes later she was back in the comfort of Booth's bed and was laying on her back. She listened as Booth rummaged through his kitchen, taking out a plate and a glass from the cupboards, a knife and a fork from the drawer and the orange juice from the fridge. She knew his routine and she knew that in exactly three minutes he'd be setting down the food tray in front of her, after making a brief stop to the bathroom to grab the prenatal vitamins that he would set beside the orange juice, and would sit beside her as she ate. He'd sit there for about thirty seconds, would watch her eat before forcing himself to get up and get ready for work. She'd watch him get dressed and would listen to him brush his teeth in the bathroom. Then he'd come to the room, wish her a nice day, would give her a quick peck either on the cheek or the lips depending on how late he was for work, would pick up the tray and leave the room. Minutes later she would hear the door to the house close shut behind him and would soon be followed by the sound of the SUV engine. This was the routine and it had been like so ever since she had been put on bed-rest.

As if on cue, Booth walked in exactly three minutes later and set the tray in front of her. She smiled at him as she leaned forward to claim his lips.

"Thank you." She then said softly.

She picked up the fork and started to eat.

"You're welcome." He replied as softly.

"What are your plans for today?" she asked him knowing that it would only torture her.

He was still working on the Thompson girl case. New bones had been discovered after the ones she had analyzed turned out to be coming from another child who's killer had been caught at least. Zach had analyzed the new bones and analysis had shown that the bones were in fact those of Jennifer Thompson. The bones had been discovered two weeks ago and Booth was still trying to get the family to open up to him.

"I just have the feeling that they know more than they are telling us." Booth had told her one night.

"I was thinking about going to Jennifer's school and talk to some of her teachers. If the parents won't open up to me, maybe the teachers will." Booth replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Are you coming back here for lunch?" she asked hopefully as she took a bite out of her toast.

"Only if you want me to." He replied.

"I do."

"Then I will."

Booth smiled before kissing her on the forehead.

"I need to get ready for work."

And as he did, Brennan watched him and the two of them talked a bit more about the Thompson case.

"I really wish I could go with you." She told him.

"You really don't like this whole bed-rest thing, huh?"

"Not really. I feel so useless. I mean, you won't even let me clean the house while you're at work. I mean, you let me live here for free, it's the least I could do."

"I can start making you pay a rent if it would make you feel any better." Booth joked as he fixed the collar of his shirt.

"No it's okay. Maybe you not letting me clean the house isn't so bad after all."

Booth laughed quietly.

"I'm going to brush my teeth."

While Booth was gone, Brennan ate silently. She couldn't believe how things had turned out. She never would have thought that a one-night stand with Booth would have made her a mother of two and she certainly hadn't seen this comfortable routine coming. Being with Booth was so much different from all the men she had ever gone out with and she was surprised how "work" Booth and "home" Booth were so different. At work, things mostly had to go his way or he'd get mad but at home, he was so much more considerate and would go out of his way to meet her halfway on things.

She didn't have a chance to think much about it since Booth came back quickly and started looking through his drawers for a matching pair of socks.

"I don't get why it is so hard to find a pair of socks in this world. Is there some sort of anthropological theory about it, Bones?"

"No, I don't think so." Brennan replied, laughing. "I can make one up if you want though."

"No, that'll be okay Bones. You need your rest."

When he finally found a pair of socks, he sat down on the bed to put them on. Turning around to look at the time, he realized that he was late.

"Man Cullen's going to have a go at me if I show up late again." He said as he got up quickly and walked to Brennan's side of the bed.

He bent down at gave her a quick peck on the cheek (she totally knew it) and grabbed the tray.

"All done?" he asked her as he picked it up.

"I guess." She replied as Booth took the tray away from her.

"I'll see you around 1:00 pm." He said as he walked out the room.

Five minutes later, Brennan heard him shut the door.

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Booth stepped out of the elevator and rapidly made his way to his office. He was at least twenty minutes late because of the traffic and he knew that if his boss ever found out that he had been late for the third time in three days, there were big chances that he would get yelled at.

He stopped dead in his tracks as he walked in his office and saw his boss sitting at his desk. What was he doing there?

"Agent Booth." Cullen said as he got up. "Late again?"

The emphasis on the word again had worked its charm on Booth and he suddenly found himself apprehensive.

"Sorry, Sir. The traffic was really bad, there was an accident on..."

"I didn't ask for your life story, Booth."

The tone had been cold and angry. What was going on? So he was twenty minutes late today? He would have made it in time hadn't it been for the accident. Why was he all angry at him for?

"What are your plans for today?" Cullen then asked.

"Well I was planning on going to Miner Elementary School and talk with some of Jennifer Thompson's teachers, see what they have to say about her."

"Good. What time are you planning on coming back?"

"I don't know. Two thirty, three o'clock."

"Fine." Cullen said as he got up and made his way to the door, walking past Booth on the way. "I want you in my office at three."

"But Sir wha...?"

"Don't forget!" Cullen added over his shoulder as he walked away to his own office.

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"He wants to see me in his office at three." Booth said.

"Do you know why?" Brennan asked him.

"No, he didn't even give me the time to ask him why."

"That's weird."

"You don't say. Sorry, babe, but I have to go. I have a few things to do before I go to Jennifer's school. Have a nice day."

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It was a little past three when Booth jogged in the FBI headquarters and went on his way to Cullen's office. He was late for the second time today and once again it hadn't been his fault. He had gotten one of Jennifer's teachers to open up about the girl and had learn valuable clues that could lead to her killer. But Cullen wouldn't care about that and Booth knew it.

That was why he was more than apprehensive when he knocked on his boss' door.

"Come in, Booth. No need to tell you you're late again."

"Sorry, Sir." Booth replied, trying to sound as sorry as he possibly could without making it sound fake.

"Please, sit down." Cullen said as he got up and went to close the door. "I guess you already know why you're here."

"Again, I'm sorry Sir but I don't."

"Really?"

Cullen sat back down at his desk and stared into the agent's eyes.

"I really thought you were smart, Agent Booth. Really, I did. Such a shame." He said as he shook his head.

"With all due respect, Sir, I..."

"When I asked you to become the direct link between the Jeffersonian Medico-Lab and the FBI, I certainly hadn't expected such lack of professionalism from you."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"That squint of yours, Dr. Brennan."

"Is that what this is all about, my relationship with Dr. Brennan?"

"Booth, I don't need to remind you that it is frowned upon to have romantic relationships with work partners. Now when I made you the direct link between the FBI and the Jeffersonian Institute, it wasn't so you could find yourself a wife."

"With all due respect, Sir, I didn't do it on purpose to fall in love with Dr. Brennan. It just happened that way."

Cullen knew that Booth was speaking the truth on that. Never in his wildest dream had he actually thought that his best agent in the Bureau and the apparently best forensic anthropologist in her field would get together. Not only did he despise her but many times he had seen the two of them bickering and arguing and he hadn't thought that there would have been any romantic spark between the two of them.

"Nevertheless, Agent Booth, it happened. I now understand why you refused to take the job as an undercover agent."

"Sorry, Sir, but this decision was not based on Dr. Brennan. I didn't like being undercover, there was too much stress and I just didn't think that I would be able to deal with it permanently."

"Unfortunately, Booth, I make the decisions here."

"But Sir..."

"Would you quit calling me Sir, you are not in the army anymore Booth."

"Sorry."

"As I was saying, I make the decisions here Booth, and I decided that you would take the position as an undercover agent. You are being transferred to Seattle where you will get the proper training."

"But Sir... I mean, Mr. Cullen. I can't. Temperance is pregnant, she can't fly with me to Seattle."

"Then she will just have to stay here now isn't she?"

"My kids will be here in Washington. I can't live without my children, Sir."

Cullen rubbed his face with his hands. How had this become so complicated? If only he had known that Booth would fall for a squint, he never would have made him the direct link with the Jeffersonian. Ugh. This had been the worst mistake of his career.

"Fine. Then there's another solution to this."

"Please, tell me."

"Either you take the job as the undercover agent or you are being demoted to a regular field agent and thus lose your position as the link between the Jeffersonian Institute and us and you lose your girlfriend as your partner."

He could see that Booth had been about to reply.

"I'm sorry Agent Booth but this is my final decision."

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Please review everybody! Don't forget, I don't bite:-)

Oh and one more thing, I have no clue what the rules in the FBI for Booth's and Brennan's situation. Maybe there isn't one but I just thought that it would be "fun" to put one in the story.