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A/N: Warning! This chapter contains what pagan-seijou calls "marshmallow fluff". In other words, it's even worst than just plain old fluff.I just couldn't help it.It's all my newly discovered Muse's fault. sigh I hope you let it anyhow.

Special Agent Diana Weasley paced back and forth in her apartment. She had left FBI headquarters at 9:13 PM, and she hadn't seen Booth since two hours before that. "He's an intolerable man," she mumbled. "How dare him threaten me with charges. I can't believe he would talk to me like that." She was dressed in a T-shirt and her panties. Her hair was still damp from her shower, and Greg couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

"Calm down, sweetness," he said, watching her from his place on the couch. "Don't let him get to you."

"It's kinda hard not too, Greg. Santos will have my head if I let Booth save this case before me. I'm supposed to be making sure he doesn't get close, remember?" Greg let out a soft sigh.

"How can I forget, Diana. I do the same thing. And sometimes our cases just don't work out the way we want them too."

"There's no way I'm letting some FBI jerk steal my glory by winning," she said, running a hand through her hand. Greg reached up and pulled her down beside him.

"Listen to yourself, sweetness. You're getting all fired up for no reason. And you know you don't think right when you're mad." Diana struggled to get out of his grip, but then finally gave up.

"It's just…just that I'm good at what I do, Greg. And if Santos thinks that I'm slipping then he…he might take me out of the field." Greg put his arms around her and hugged her tight.

"There's no way that's going to happen," he comforted. "No way, do you hear me? You're one of the best. Santos knows that." Diana dropped her head to his shoulder.

"Thank you."

Booth knocked on Brennan's door and then waited. A small smile tugged at his lips. This is becoming a habit, he thought. After not being able to see Brennan during the day, he had started looking forward to leaving work and stopping by her place. He hadn't realized how much he bounced ideas off of her, until he wasn't allowed to see her. Booth would never stop being surprised at how smart she was. Or how their totally different approaches- his gut and instincts, hers science and technology- seemed to compliment each other. Giving them the results that they wanted. Booth knocked again on the door. Odd that she hasn't opened yet. He let his eyes take in the door and his surrounding; looking for anything that was out of place. He even lend in toward the door and listened. The other side of the door was quiet. Where is she? I went by the lab and the guard said that she was gone for the night. Again he knocked, this time louder. He waited another minute, before putting the bag of take out on the floor and reaching for his gun. He placed his hand ton the doorknob and slowly tried it. It's opened. Using the tip of his toe, he nudged the door open and quickly inspected the open room before him. Gun out in front of him, he entered. Sweeping left to right, he carefully picked his way farther in. His heart began to race even faster when the silence was broken by the sound of…what? A door opening? Yes, a door. Booth progressively made his way toward the sound. Praying with each step that his feet would make no sounds. As he came to a slightly ajar door, he stopped and listened. Yes, somebody was in there. Taking a quick breath to steady himself, he kicked the door open and was in with gun targeted in record time. A scream pierced the air. "Booth!"

"Damn it, Bones," he cursed, lowering his gun. Brennan stood in her bedroom holding a towel around herself, with another one wrapped around her hair. "You scared me," he said. "How many times do I have to tell you to lock your doors?"

"I scared you? I'm the one who had the mad man point a gun at me." Booth closed his eyes and clamped a hand over his eyes. Finally he rubbed his hand over his hair and turned away from her.

"I brought dinner," he said softly, placing his gun back in its holster and leaving the room.

Ten minutes later, Brennan came into the living area, dressed in jeans and a green top. Booth had already opened two beers and was sitting at the table picking though his food. "Are you ok?" she asked, taking a seat and reaching for her own food.

"Yeah," he said, never picking his eyes up.

"Listen, I'm sorry for not locking my door," she started. "I just wanted to take a bath, but knew you would be stopping by and I didn't want you to have to wait."

"You could have called," he said.

"Oh," Brennan said. "I didn't think about that." Booth laid his fork down.

"Anyone could have come though that door, Bones. Anybody. What if it hadn't been me? Huh? Then what?"

"I said I was sorry." Booth dropped his eyes again, and they began to eat in silence. "How was your day?" Brennan watched one shoulder raise then fall in a half shrug.

"Went and talked to Mrs. Whitman," he told her. "Asked her about the man Jeremy was seen talking to."

"And did she know him?" Booth shook his head.

"She said she didn't, but…I don't know…I just got the feeling that she was laying. It was the way she took in the picture. The way her eyes looked when she saw him. I would bet money that she had at least seen him before."

"But why would she lie?" Brennan asked between bites. "What does she gain?"

"Don't know if she gains anything," Booth said, and then took a swig of his beer. "Maybe she's known all along that this guy took Jeremy."

"Were you able to get a sample to compare the DNA too?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "But I've got Hodgins working of an idea for me." Brennan looked at him with one raised eyebrow. She slowly finished chewing the bite of food in her mouth before she spoke.

"Now who's fueling his obsession?" Booth answered with a smile. "So tell me," Brennan started, once they had both finished their meal. "What are your thoughts about the case? Do you think the skeleton is Jeremy?"

"I think the skeleton belongs to whoever was in the picture. We can't over look the fact that we have two sets of fingerprints. We might have two different Jeremys."

"But what happened to the first one?" Booth shrugged.

"Don't know yet." Again they fell into silence. Both lost in their own thoughts. Booth pushed back in his chair, and stretched out his legs. "So, tell me." Brennan looked up at him. "Name the one person that you couldn't image life without?" Brennan twisted her mouth up in thought.

"Isn't this game over yet?" Booth chuckled.

"Nope, this is question 18."

"I can't answer that question, Booth."

"Got to. I asked." Brennan shook her head.

"No, I mean, I don't know of just one person. I like to think of myself as independent. That I don't need anybody, but I know that's not true. Without Angela, my life would be much more boring. She does her best to keep me up to date. To make sure that I have some what of a life. Zach reminds me what it's like to be eager about learning. He's always willing to learn, and he enjoys it. And Hodgins."

"Wait," Booth interrupted. "Hodgins makes your life better?"

"Of course. He's good at what he does and like it or not, he makes you think."

"And?" Booth asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And what?"

"Anybody else in your life?"

"Umm, no, I don't think so," Brennan said teasingly.

"You sure about that? Everybody else in your life you could live without?"

"Oh, Dr. Goodman," she answered. "He's a wise man, and I learn a lot from him." Booth pinched his lips together. Brennan laughed. "You know you're on the list."

"Yeah, but it's nice to hear it."

"Life really would be a lot different without you, Booth. You showed me there really is life outside the lab. You've taught me…to listen a little more to my…gut." Booth smiled at her.

"Never thought I would hear you say that."

"Yah, well don't get use to it," she told him, returning his smile. "If you weren't an FBI agent, what would you be doing?" Booth let out a sigh.

"Umm, I don't know," he said. "I never really thought about it." He rubbed a hand over his chin in thought. "Maybe an architect."

"An architect?" Brennan asked with her brows raised.

"Yeah, I took some classes in high school and believe it or not I had a real talent. The teacher was amazed when I went into the army right after graduation." Booth stood up from his chair. "That thing's getting hard," he said moving away from the table.

"Their made out of wood, of course they're hard," Brennan teased, following behind him.

"Why, Dr. Bones, was that you being funny?" he asked turning back to face her. She smiled up at him through her eyelashes.

"I can say a few funny things," she told him. Booth smiled, and then turned a way and walked over to the stereo. He flipped it on and a soft melody filled the room.

"That's nice," he said, turning around. He grabbed Brennan and pulled her into his arms.

"Booth, let go," she said, trying to wiggle out of his arms.

"Oh, come on," he said, starting to move them around the floor. Brennan sighed. Booth felt Brennan relaxed in his grip, and soon her arms crept up around his neck.

"Didn't know you liked music you couldn't play air guitar too," she said, her eyes lighting up at the memory of the last time they danced.

"Now I never said that, did I?"

"No, I guess not, but I just assumed."

"Don't you know by now never to assume anything about me," he said with a smile. His arms tightened around her waist bringing her even closer. "In fact, I really love dancing. Slow, fast, tango."

"Tango? Really?" Booth nodded with an even wider smile.

"Yeah, maybe one day I'll teach you."

"That'll be good," she said, dropping her eyes. No longer able to look into his. Booth let his eyes close,and began to hum with the music. "Booth," she said softly.

"Umm."

"Booth," she said again looking up at him. "The song's ended." Booth opened his eyes.

"So it has," he said, but didn't let go. "We don't need music anyhow." Brennan smiled and then laid her head on his shoulder, letting Booth move them slowly with the tune in his mind.

Well, there you are it. A chapter that ended in pure marshmallow fluff. Did you like it? I thought it was sweet. You know what to do, right? Give it to me, baby. Review!

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