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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.

A/N: I make some comments and insults about Chihuahuas. You know, the little dogs with a big mouth? Please don't write me insulting me for insulting them. I have two Chihuahuas…they are my favorite dogs. I use in this chapter the normal thoughts about these dogs, but also my thoughts about these great little pups. And yes, people come to my door and take a step back when my dogs start to bark. They will take other two steps back when they see my dogs are big, bad Chihuahuas.

The room once again fell quiet. Booth had closed his eyes, and Brennan watched him carefully. It felt odd having him in her home. The one place that she didn't have to answer to anybody, or give orders or get bombarded with pop culture references that she didn't understand. Yes, it was odd having him in her sanctuary, but not at all uncomfortable. Why is that? she thought to herself. Why don't I feel awkward having Booth relaxing in my living room? Stretched out in one of my chairs? Brennan dropped her eyes, and pondered the questions. Suddenly the silence was broken by a loud growl. Drawing her brows together, she asked, "Was that your stomach?" Booth nodded. "Are you hungry?" Again, he nodded. "When was the last time you ate?"

"Oh, about 1 o'clock." Brennan glanced over at her clock and quickly did the math.

"Booth! That was over ten hours ago." Booth opened one eye and looked at his watch. 11:06.

"Yup." Brennan stood up in a huff.

"And you fuss at me for not eating during the day," she scolded on her way to the kitchen. "And here you are doing the same thing." Booth stretched his arms up over his head and yawned. He looked over his shoulder and watched Brennan go through her refrigerator.

"What are you doing?" he asked standing up. Brennan shot him a "duh" look over the refrigerator.

"Finding something for you to eat."

"Bones, you don't have to do that. I'll just pick up something on my way home."

"Nonsense," she said, standing up with an arm full of ingredients. "You like omelets, right?" Booth took and let out a breath before nodding.

"Yeah, I do omelets." He took a seat at her small dinette table, and watched as his partner cooked. Soon Brennan was placing a plate in front of him with a large omelet on it. She then pulled a glass from the cabinet and poured in milk. She sat down opposite of him, and sat down the glass. "This is really good, Bones," he said between mouthful.

"What? Did you think I couldn't cook?" Brennan teased.

"Never really thought about it, really."

"Do you think Cullen has anything to do with this setup?" Booth shook his head.

"I'm through talking about the case. Ask me something else." Brennan sat quietly, and watched Booth eat.

"What is one fear you have that is unfounded?"

"Unfounded? I don't think that's a fair question, Bones. To me, all my fears are founded in fact."

"Oh, come on, Seeley, I've answered your weird and unfair questions." Booth stood, picked up his plate and rinsed it.

"Well," he started as he sat back down. "I don't like Chihuahuas."

"Chihuahuas?" Brennan asked.

"Yeah, those little loud mouth nippers. What?" Brennan had put a hand to her mouth to try and hide a smile.

"They what, average about 4 to 6 pounds, and you're afraid of them?"

"You asked for an unfounded fear. Well, there you have it. I don't like Chihuahuas. They're noisy, and they bite at everything, and they shake and they have this high pitch bark and they're just weird little mutts."

"I knew a girl in college who had two 'weird little mutts'", Brennan said. "I think they're cute. One was a big short hair. She weighed 11 pounds. The other one was this little long hair girl. She weighed in at 6 pounds." Brennan shrugged. "I've even thought about getting one when I was fresh out of school."

"You can like them all you want, doesn't mean I have too." Booth finished his glass of milk, and then looked at his watch. 11:41. "I guess I need to be going."

"Yeah, it is pretty late." Booth rinsed out his glass before heading to the door. "Are you coming by the lab tomorrow?"

"Afraid not," he said with a slow shake of his head. He opened the door and then turned back toward Brennan. "I'm not suppose to be talking to you about anything other than the bones, remember? Anyway, I don't want to bring Weasley back around."

"I suppose she's nice enough," Brennan started, but Booth held up a hand to stop her.

"She's the enemy, Bones. She's not nice enough. See what else the bones tell you, ok? We must have missed something. After all, they have to belong to somebody, right?" Brennan nodded.

"And how am I suppose to figure out who?"

"You're the bone doctor, Bones, not me." Booth smiled as she rolled her eyes. "I have faith in you."

"I'll try me best, Booth, but I can't promise anything."

"I know, I know. Why don't I pick up some food and come over tomorrow night? We can go over anything we might find." Booth had stepped backwards through the threshold and felt the warm air wrap around his body.

"Sounds good." Booth turned to leave. "Seeley," she called and he turned back around. "Be careful." He gave her a smile.

"I'm always careful, Tempe."

Sorry this chapter is so short. Chapter 9 is longer...Promise.

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TBC- Chapter Nine