Thanks to everybody who has reviewed my story so far. It really means A LOT! There's a little fluff in this chapter, not a lot, just a little, but don't worry, the next chapter promises to be more fluffy (I hope). I just don't want to rush anything, ya'know? I want to take things nice and slow.

Legal stuff: I don't own the characters of Dr. Temperance Brennan, Special Agent Seeley Booth, or any other character developed by the legal owners of "BONES" or the books in which BONES are based on.

I did use my creative license to create new characters and situations.

Special Agent Seeley Booth sat at his desk in FBI headquarter. Without the support of resting his temple against his curled up fist, his arm propped up on his desk, he was certain he would had laid his head down and went to sleep. In his other hand, he had a pencil that he tapped. Tapping first the point, then sliding his fingers down, flipping it over and tapping the easer. His eyes had glossed over about thirty minutes before, and now he sat not seeing what he was looking at. A light tap brought his eyes into focus and he slowly looked up. Afraid that Weasley would be standing there. "Bones," he said, pleasantly surprised.

"Thought you could use some coffee," she said, holding up a steaming cup.

"Come in." Booth half stood as he motioned toward the chair in front of his desk. Brennan smiled, walked in and sat down. She then handed the cup to Booth. He took a grateful sip, before bringing his eyes up to met hers. "So really brings you by? And I know that bringing me a cup of coffee didn't motive you."

"And why can't I just be concerned for you?" she asked, knowing that she wasn't good at laying. Or would this be my miserable attempt at flirting? Booth gave her a half smile, and took anther sip on coffee.

"Um, my bet is that you're here about the case." He laughed when red rose into her cheeks. "It's ok. I was going to stop by and see you anyhow. This just saves me the trip."

"Where's Weasley off too?"

"As far as I know, home. Took me forever to get rid of her." He had a disgusted look on his face. "Of course she ran and told Cullen that I pulled rank on her. The whole Dr. Brennan-Bones thing."

"I didn't know you pulled rank," Brennan said, sitting back in the chair. "You just told her what I prefer. Now if only you would take your own advice." She gave him her best wicked grin.

"And would you want me to call you Dr. Brennan every time I say you?"

"I don't know, we could try and see."

"Ok, then Doctor Brennan, have you found out anything else about our skeleton?" Brennan rolled her eyes. Booth smiled. I'll call her doctor, he thought. But she's not going to like it as much as she thinks.

"Well, he went to the doctor quite a bit. He broke his arm twice and his collar bone once."

"His collar bone?"

"Yeah, most likely our victim played football. It's a common injury."

"I don't remember anything about Jeremy playing football." Booth drew his brow together. "In fact, he was reportedly a geek. Geeks don't play football well. Although, I guess that could explain the fracture."

"Booth, just because you're smart, doesn't mean you can't play sports," Brennan protested.

"Have anything else?"

"Not really, but we've still looking into it. It would be easier if the skull had teeth."

"Yeah," Booth nodded his agreement. "I thought that was odd that the teeth were missing."

"Most likely pulled so that he couldn't be identified. The culprit was smart."

"Yeah, but whoever did this forgot about one thing," he said with a smile.

"And what who that be?"

"That the FBI agent assigned the case who have the best forensic anthropologist in the world working with him." Brennan felt heat start to spread across her face at the compliment.

"I wouldn't say I was the best, Booth," she began.

"No, but I do."

"It's my turn, by the way," Brennan said after a short silence.

"Your turn what?"

"Our game of 20 questions. It's my turn to ask. After all, it only ends once all 20 questions have been answered."

"Alright, Dr. Brennan, what would you like to know?"

"Who do you think influenced you the most?" Booth took another drink of his coffee while he thought.

"Umm, that's a really good question," Booth said. "Let's see, I would have to say Parker." Brennan looked at him, obvious confusion on her face. "Until Parker was born," he explained, "I kinda lived just for me. And for work. But now, now I have someone else who depends on me. I can't just be Booth the FBI agent or Booth the single guy. I've also got to be Daddy. It's changed my outlook on life. Parker has taught me that sometimes, the world won't go crazy if I take off my suit, put on blue jeans and go play in the dirt." Brennan smiled at the image of big, bad Booth playing in the dirt. "Did I answer your question?" Brennan nodded. "Good, my question. What is your biggest fear?"

"My biggest fear?" Brennan had her hands clasped in her lap, and dropped her eyes to look at them. My biggest fear, she repeated to herself. That's a tough one. "I guess that would be…um…being alone. Being left again. The way my parents left." She looked up at Booth and he nodded understandingly. "Anyhow, I guess I need to leave you so you can get back to work."

"Naw," he said, closing the folder on his desk. "I'm through for the night. Let me buy you dinner or a drink. Or both." Brennan stood and smiled.

"Ok."

I said this chapter would be a little more fluffy. I hope that you all liked the chapter. And are you all keeping track of the questions? There'll be a pop quiz at the end! ;-)

Keep the reviews coming. You are all so nice. I'm glad that you are liking this so far.

"Be still my beating heart"

TBC-Chapter 5