Author's Note: Thank you so SO much to everybody who has replied to the first chapter. I never had that many reviews for a first chapter before. Hopefully you will like this chapter as much as the first one. There's just this one thing: my computer broke (I'm currently using my dad's) so I won't be able to update as quickly as I normally do. I will try my best but you will have to bare with me. Do we have a deal? lol Have fun reading and don't forget to hit the Review button on your way out.

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Temperance sighed as she opened her eyes. Sunday morning: her date with Booth was only in a couple of hours. He had called the previous night to tell her he'd stop by the pick her up around noon and not forget to pack some extra clothes. When she had asked why, he had simply told her that she'd figure it out by herself when they'd be there. She had only shrugged before hanging up.

She still couldn't believe that she was going on a date with Booth. It seemed to surreal and... embarrassing. But what so embarrassing about going on a date with him? she thought to herself. It wasn't like Booth wasn't good-looking or that there was something really wrong with him either. What was she afraid of? He had even said that she could think of it as just a day with a friend. Could it be just that? Just a day spent with a friend? Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she hoped that it wasn't.

Groaning loudly, she rubbed her face with her face to chase away the sleep and turned to look at her clock. She couldn't believe it. She had slept until ten. She barely had two hours to do everything she had planned to do that morning and get ready for her date. Oh well, some stuff would just have to wait.

Sitting up in her bed, she decided that she needed coffee. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, noticing that she might want to shave them before her date. She stood and looked around the room for her robe. She found it scattered across at the floor at the foot of her bed. Wrapping it around her, she walked out of her room and into the kitchen.

Yawning, she grabbed everything she needed to make herself some coffee and put it in the machine. She leaned on the counter, lost in her thoughts, until her coffee was ready. Pouring it into her mug, she mentally went over her to-do list for the today.

She had wanted to get some cleaning done since her apartment was surprisingly messy. Her brother had stopped by a few days before for dinner and they had turn the place upside down. Used dishes were still on her coffee table, papers were scattered about her living room (papers? why were there papers?) and she found the socks she had taken off during the night laying beside the couch. Her kitchen wasn't that messy, unless she took in consideration the Chinese food box that stood empty on the counter from Booth's last visit. She smiled as she remembered the first time he bought Chinese food at her place in the middle of the night. It had been when they had found her mother's bones.

So maybe cleaning her house wouldn't take a lot of time. She would start by doing that. Then she would have to get ready. Even if it was only Booth taking her out, it didn't mean she would have to look like a slob in front of him. Her hair needed to be washed, her legs shaved and she desperately needed a good shower to ease the nervousness creeping at the bottom of her stomach every time she thought about her date with Booth.

She took another sip of her coffee before putting down the mug on the counter and getting to work. She started with her living room and then proceeded to the kitchen and in barely forty-five minutes her apartment appeared nearly spotless. At least now she would be able to invite Booth in if she wasn't quite ready and not be embarrassed by the state of her apartment.

Taking one last look at her living room, she decided it was now time to go take her shower. She still had an hour and fifteen minutes to get ready since she knew, by experience, how punctual Booth could be, especially for an occasion like this.

She let the warm stream of the shower ease all of the nervousness away and she relaxed. She took much more time than she normally did, making sure she wasn't forgetting anything. She wondered why she was doing all of this. It was only Booth and a date spent with a friend. That was all.

Thirty minutes later, she stepped out of the shower. She dried herself off then, wrapping her towel around herself, she went to her room.

Looking in her closet, she wasn't sure what she wanted to wear. Booth hadn't told her where he was bringing her and what they were going to be doing. Her light summer dress seemed perfect for a date but somehow Temperance felt like this wasn't going to be the best thing to wear. We just never knew with Booth. Could it be possible that his ideal date most resembled whitewater rafting? If it did, which she hardly doubted, a dress wouldn't be the best attire.

"It's just a day spent with a friend." a voice in her head reminded her.

Okay, it was settled. A navy blue tank top with either her khaki or black pants was what she was going to wear. It wasn't much but it was the next best thing she had for a date with Booth. Part of her wanted to look good for him and she had gotten great comments on her navy blue tank-top so this wasn't definitely the way to go.

Booth's words suddenly hit her. She would need spare clothes. Ugh, she thought. Why did Booth have to make this so complicated? Oh well. She'd take care of that later. Right now, the water from her hair was slowly gliding down her back and was annoying her. Next stop: blow-dryer station.

It was 11:45 when Temperance came back in her bedroom, hair completely dried and her light make-up done. She had fifteen minutes to get dressed, do her hair (hair down or hair up? she wondered) and pack her extra clothing.

Grabbing her clothes, she quickly put them on but she soon realized that she didn't like the effect of her black pants with the navy blue tank-top. Taking them off, she tried different pair of pants until she found one that was somewhat okay. She settled with her baby blue jeans that she loved so much.

Now, for extra clothing, what was she supposed to take? Booth hadn't given her any details as to why she was supposed to bring extra clothing. Did he mean that she wasn't coming back to her apartment afterwards? The nervousness came back and Temperance pushed it away. No, that certainly not it. Did he mean for her to bring something more casual for later on in the evening? He didn't mention anything about going to a restaurant or something.

"This is ridiculous." she thought as she grabbed the first thing that came under her hand.

Okay, so now she was bringing shorts and a really nice khaki t-shirt. Frowning, she threw the t-shirt aside and took out the same coloured tank-top. That was much better. Putting it in her bag, she considered for a minute or two if she should bring extra underwear as well. Rationalizing that maybe just in case Booth had plans to get her wet (she coud almost hear Angela giggle at that thought), she took out a new bra and panties and shoved them in her bag, underneath her clothes so Booth wouldn't get the wrong idea if he ever opened her bag and came across them.

She looked at the time. It was 11:50. Looking one more time at herself in the mirror, she realized that her hair wasn't done. She desperately looked around for a brush and an elastic. Her hair was much better tied up, she thought.

11:53. It was almost time. She grabbed her bag and walked out of her room. She walked up to the door and dropped her bag in front of her. Grazing down at her shoes, she debated which one to wear.

"This is really ridiculous." she thought.

Now she couldn't even decide which shoes to wear. She blamed Booth for this. If only he had told her on the phone what he was planning on making them do, she wouldn't have to be confused over clothes and now over shoes. Sighing in frustration, she grabbed her running shoes and put them on. She then took two pairs of sandals (beach sandals and nicer ones if they ever went to a restaurant) and threw them in her bag.

She turned to look at her clock. 11:55. Booth would be here in five minutes.

She sat on the edge of her couch as she waited for Booth. The nervousness had come back and she didn't know why. The more she told herself that it was only a day spent with a friend, the more nervous it made her. Deep down, she knew that it wasn't just that and, moreover, she knew that this wasn't going to be a just one-time thing. What she didn't know is if she was going to be able to handle it.

Her apartment was so quiet and, at 11:59, she was pretty sure she had heard the ring from the elevator down the hall.

"Stop it, Brennan. You're being paranoid."

She gulped. She hadn't been. Two seconds later, as her clock turned to 12:00, she heard three knocks on her door. It was time.

She wished more than anything to have a mirror beside her door to check what she looked like. The three knocks had made her sort of self-conscious and she now needed the reassurance that she looked nice. She groaned inwardly and cursed her partner. She couldn't believe she was panicking because of her appearance.

She waited an extra three seconds, just to make it seem like she hadn't been sitting on her couch waiting for him before she got up. She slowly made her way to her door, her legs feeling weak and like they were going to give out on her. She took a deep breath before opening the door.

What she saw completely took her by surprise. She had never seen him like that. He was dressed so... normally. She had only seen him in suits and she had even wondered, one day, if he ever wore anything else. Today, she got the answer to her question. He did dress in something other than suits. A t-shirt, shorts and hair moussed, she noticed, really did make him look...

"Hot..." she whispered, not able to tear her eyes away from him.

"Sorry?" Booth said, trying his best not to smile.

"I mean hi!" Temperance said, her face turning completely red.

"Hi yourself." her partner replied. "I uh... brought you a little something."

Bringing his arms out from behind his back, Booth practically shoved in her face the bouquet of flowers he had picked up on the way for her. Temperance stared at the flowers, unable to move. He had bought her flowers? She looked up at him, eyes seeming the only thing that could move at the moment, and saw his sheepish expression, like he was somewhat embarrassed to have bought her flowers. She suddenly realized that she still hadn't said a thing.

"Thank you, Booth." she said as she took the flowers in her hands. "Let me just put them in some water."

Walking back to the kitchen, she realized that she hadn't even invited him in to wait. She turned around to do so but she noticed that Booth had already stepped inside. She smiled until she felt her hip hit something hard. Turning back, she realized that she had walked straight into her counter. She forced herself not to scream out in pain.

"You better watch where you're going there, Bones. I don't want to have an injured date."

"Where are we going anyway?" Temperance asked as she rummaged through her cupboard in search of a vase.

"You'll see when we get there." Booth replied, looking around his partner's apartment.

Temperance nodded as she filled the vase with water. She placed the flowers into the plastic vase and set it on the counter. The bouquet was really beautiful, she had to admit. But now wasn't the time to admire it. She'd have plenty of time to do it later.

She looked at Booth who was already staring at her expectantly. She felt her face grow warm under his gaze. She smiled weakly at him before walking off towards the door.

"Are you ready?" she asked him, as she grabbed her bag.

"Of course." Booth said as he moved quickly to open the door for her.

They both stepped out in the hallway and Booth stood behind her as she locked her door.

And as Booth followed her to the elevator, he couldn't help the comment that escaped his lips.

"And you look hot too."

Temperance felt her face grow even warmer and she knew that she was blushing. She closed her eyes tightly for a second before sighing. Another memory to be repressed.

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Next chappie: the date actually begins! What are your predictions for this date? Where do you think Booth is taking her at 12:00 in the afternoon? I know... but do you? lol.