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As promised, this chapter has a little more fluff in it, but don't get use to get. Chapter 6 is shaping up not to have much- sorry.

Hope you all enjoy Chapter 5.

Dr. Temperance Brennan stole a glance at the handsome FBI agent seated across the table from her. Seeley Booth had been usually quiet since they entered the restaurant. Their orders had been taken five minutes before, and now he sat with his hands wrapped around his drink, staring into the dark liquid. "Are you ok, Booth?" Brennan asked. "You've been awfully silent since we've been here." Booth brought his glass to his lips and took a drink. The alcohol burned its way down his throat.

"Yeah, Dr. Brennan," he said. He was determined not to call her Bones again until she asked. And she will ask. "I'm okay, just got a lot on my mind."

"The case?" Booth shook his head.

"More like that partner. I'm still trying to figure out why they stuck me with her."

"I don't know, maybe they just…just wanted you to be safe."

"Safe? What, you going to flip out one day and beat the crap out of me?" Booth said it with a smile, letting Brennan now that he was teasing.

"You never know," she answered. "But I was thinking more like Weasley is FBI and she carries a gun. She's got your back." Booth raised an eyebrow.

"That doesn't sound like your words."

"Hodgins," she said simply.

"Ah. Should have known. And as far as the gun thing, I don't think that makes any different. I feel safer with you at my back then than with Weasley and a gun." Brennan felt the familiar heat spread across her face. "I do mean that," Booth said. He put down his drink and reached across the table. His hand closed over hers. "I do trust you." Brennan's first response was to jerk her hand back, but she stayed calm, and for once enjoyed his touch.

"I know," she said, a little more breathless than she would have liked. "I trust you too." She brought her eyes up and looked into his. They're so dark and deep that a person could lose themselves, she thought to herself. Booth gave her a big smile, and then pulled his hand away. Brennan took a deep breath, held it for a minute and the released.

"I don't know, Dr. Brennan," he started.

"Would you stop that," Brennan snapped.

"Stop what?" he asked, keeping his face straight.

"You know what. Calling me doctor. It's driving me crazy." Booth couldn't hold it in any longer. His deep laugh filled the air around them. "You've been doing that on purpose," she accused.

"You're the one who wanted to try it, remember? Back at my office." Brennan held her hands out, palms toward him.

"I remember, but just stop."

"I don't know, Bones, there's just got to be something more to everything. Do you think Goodman had anything to do with it?" Right at that moment, their food showed up, so Brennan didn't answer right away. She wanted until the waiter left, and they had taken a few bites.

"I don't think so, Booth. Goodman doesn't seem to mind our partnership. After all, he has helped us a few times. No, the order had to come from higher up in the line." Booth nodded.

"Yeah, Cullen said that too. That the order was from higher up. What gets me though, is why are they interested in me? I'm just an ordinary FBI agent."

"Ordinary?" Brennan choked out. "You are anything but ordinary, Booth. You're good at your job. You get results. The higher ups would have to be dumb not to be interested in you." Brennan noticed that a touch of red crept into his cheeks, and she smiled at the fact.

They ate the rest of their meal without talking. Both focused on their own thoughts. "Maybe it's just the case," Brennan finally said, once she had pushed her plate away.

"The case?"

"Yeah, you said that strings got pulled. That's how it became an FBI matter, right? Well, maybe that's why Weasley came into the picture."

"To keep an eye on me," Booth finished. "Of course. That makes a lot of sense, Bones. There could be more involved to this then just a missing boy and a corpse. See," he said, "that's why we make a good pair." Brennan smiled.

Booth paid for their meals, and the twosome walked out of the restaurant, and headed towards Booth black SUV. "Thank you for dinner, Booth."

"No problem. I always enjoy the company." They both got in and Booth started the car.

"Mind dropping off my place?" she asked.

"Do you even have to ask?" Booth gave her a wink, and then headed the SUV towards her home.

Brennan looked out of the passage window as Booth weaved the car through the streets. She glanced up at the sky, and felt somewhat of a loss when she didn't see any stars. Storm clouds had moved in and now the sky was blank of any stars and the moon. Brennan let out a small sigh, and leaned her forehead against the cool glass. Booth peeked over at his partner. She looks tried, he thought to himself. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Uh-ha," she mumbled. Booth shook his head, and left her to her thoughts.

By the time Booth pulled to a stop and shut off the engine, Brennan had her eyes closed. "Bones," he said, reaching over to put a hand on her shoulder. "Bones, you awake." Brennan nodded her head, but didn't open her eyes. Booth smiled. He got out and walked around the car. He slowly opened the door, putting a hand up to steady Brennan in her seat. "Come on, wake up, Sleepy Bones," he said, reaching up and touching her face with the back of his fingers.

"Can't I just sleep just a few more minutes, Booth?" she asked, sleepily. Booth couldn't help but to smile.

"No, Bones, you have to wake up." He reached in and pulled her legs out of the SUV, and turned her around to face him. "If you don't wake up, I'll carry you. And I know you wouldn't like that." Brennan's eyes fluttered open. "That's my girl." Brennan ran a hand over her face, before focusing her eyes on Booth's face.

"How long have I've been asleep?" She slid out of the seat, and Booth held on to her shoulders until he was certain she was steady on her feet.

"Since we left the restaurant." Brennan took a deep breath of fresh air, before starting off toward her door. Booth shut the car door and followed her. "You should have wakened me."

"Why? You looked peaceful. I figured what could it hurt. You needed the sleep."

"Well, it's embarrassing," she complained, opening her front door and walking in.

"Embarrassing? Sleeping?"

"Falling asleep, there's a different."

"Temperance," he said, grabbing her arm, and spinning her around to face him. "We are partners. Friends. Don't be embarrassed." Brennan stood very still, looking into Booth's chocolate brown eyes. When he slid his hand down her arm and grabbed her hand, a shiver ran down her spine. Never braking eye contact, he brought her hand up, palm facing him, fingers in the air. "Never be embarrassed," he whispered, placing a kiss in the center of her palm. Brennan's eyes widen, and her heart skipped a beat. Booth smiled at her, his eyes becoming dark. "I need to be going," he said softly, his voice husky.

"Going…yes," Brennan repeated, her voice barely over a whisper.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Brennan watched as Booth turned and left out of her front door.

So, a little more fluff, right? Hope that you liked. If you could, please R&R. I have become such the little review junkie, and I need a fix. ;-)

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TBC- Chapter 6