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Author's Note: I want to thank my beta and the reviewers as usual. You guys help me a lot! This chapter is shorter than the last one, so I am apologizing to those who like to read long chapters here. Now, enjoy the story! (This is actually pretty short...wow...probably because I am really really tired right now) Oh, and I am working on Chapter 7, thought you would want to know about it...

Chapter 6

Booth opened the door and entered the hotel room. He had just worked out in the GYM room for a while, trying to get his mind off the things he and House talked about, trying to get back to his usual self.

There were still lights on inside, and he found that Brennan had fallen asleep on the table, leaving her laptop on. Booth shook his head. Some things just never change.

He went over to the table, and helped Brennan save her story on the computer. He then shut the computer down. He looked down at Brennan to find her eyes closed, resting peacefully. Somehow, it made her look different than her usual self. It was just different.

Booth considered his options for a while, and scooped Brennan in his hands. She stirred, and Booth stopped immediately. But Brennan was still asleep, Booth breathed out slowly. At least, Bones wouldn't kick his ass till tomorrow morning when she found this out. He carefully put Brennan into her bed, tucked her in, and Booth went to take a shower.

He had a quick shower. He tried his best to make minimum sound, so he wouldn't wake Brennan up. But he was not as quiet as he thought, for Brennan was sitting up when he came out.

"Hey." Brennan said groggily.

"Bones, I thought you were sleeping." Booth said, turning off the lights in the bathroom. He went over to his bed while Brennan turned on the light that was on the table.

"How did I get to bed? I thought I was sleeping over the table." Brennan said, showing a look of confusion.

"Bones, just promise you are not going to kick my ass, okay?" Brennan nodded.

"I moved you from the table to the bed. Since you are a pain in the ass already, I figure you didn't want any pain in the neck also." Booth said, half joking around.

Brennan scowled.

"But I helped you save your story on the computer." Booth added.

"Thanks. Anyway, how was the drink?" Brennan asked.

"It was fine. Greg and I talked for a while. We were just catching up with each other. Like I said, I haven't talked or seen him for over 5 years." Booth didn't want to fill Brennan in with the details.

"I don't really like this Greg House." Brennan said bluntly.

"Not a surprise." Booth said, "He's not exactly a people person.'

"Like me?' Brennan asked, with interest.

Booth thought for a while. Was Bones anything like House? Well, House was a medical doctor, and Bones was a forensic anthropologist. They both had a profession. Both of them had some tragedy in some point of their lives. Both were not people person. Bones just didn't know the way she should communicate, unlike House, who knew perfectly how to, but chose to ignore the rules. House was sarcastic, but Bones normally wasn't. So he replied, "Not exactly. You and Greg are different, but have some similarities."

Brennan nodded.

"But he's a good guy. He saves lives everyday…though not in the best way…"

"Booth?"

"Yes?"

"I am glad that you asked me to come with you." Brennan said softly.

"You are welcome. Now go back to bed."

"Good night, Booth."

"Night, Bones."

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Brennan was the first one to wake up. She looked at the clock, 8:34 am. Not too bad, she told herself. It's a Sunday, and she usually woke up much later if she didn't need to go to the lab that day. Sunday, to Brennan, was the only day that she allowed herself to sleep in, rest a bit, and get some housework done, like laundry, and taking out the trash.

She glanced over at Booth, who was still fast asleep. He was snoring slightly. Brennan had to admit that Booth did look cute. If Angela were here, she would be freaking out. She smiled to herself at the thought of Angela, and her mind started to drift off to what Angela said before she cut the line last night…

"He loves you, and you are just too blind to see it! Bren, open your eyes, for God's sake! See it! You need to bring down the wall that you built around you, and let Booth come in!"

Did Booth really love her? Yes, he did come all the way to New Orleans when he heard she got hurt. He did check himself out of the hospital when she got kidnapped, and rescued her. But it might just be an action of partners. There couldn't be anything more than that, right?

She sighed silently to herself, and made her way to the bathroom.

How come it was so difficult to figure this out? How hard could it be? Why?

Because it's Booth, a small part of her mind said.

What was it that makes Booth so different from anyone else?

Because you know him, you work with him. You care about him. He's your partner. And part of you wants to be with him. You want him to hold you after a hard day of work in the lab. You want him to be there for you when you are happy or sad. You want him to be something more than just a partner or a friend.

Brennan splashed some hot water on her face.

It wasn't going to happen. They needed to maintain a professional relationship between each other. They were partners. If they had a relationship, and it went wrong, things would be so awkward between them. They wouldn't be able to work the same way they used to. Even if they were together, things would change too.

Just leave it the way things were. It's for the best…her brain told her.

- - - - - -

Booth woke up when he heard the water running in the bathroom. He let out a yawn and looked at the clock, 8:55 am. Much earlier than when he would normally wake up on a Sunday. He sat himself up, and glanced over to Brennan's bed, confirming the fact that she was in shower.

The wedding was set at 12 pm, so both of them had some time before it. He turned the TV on, just to have some sounds other than those from the bathroom. Then suddenly, the cell phone went off. Booth glanced around, and saw Brennan's cell phone was vibrating and flashing. Booth decided to take it for her. He checked the caller id and it was only Angela.

"Angela." Booth greeted.

"Bren…wait, Booth?"

"Yeah. Bones is in the shower." Booth explained before Angela jumped into conclusion.

"Oh. So, how's the trip going?"

"It's going fine, I guess." Booth said simply.

"I am glad to hear that. Bren really needs this vacation. All the hours she spends in the lab and everything, she deserves a good break. I'm just glad that you asked her. Anyway, has she met any hot guys yet?"

"Err…Angela; do you really expect me to answer that?" Booth asked, slighted embarrassed.

"Booth, I am just kidding. You know I would never do that."

"Okay." Booth replied, unsure of what to say.

"So, why did you ask her to come with you?" Angela asked casually, trying to get the answer out of Booth, to confirm her conjecture.

"I needed to find someone to go with me, the first one that came into my mind was Bones, so I asked her. Besides, I really don't know many people."

"Booth, you can ask any of those hot agents from the FBI, but you didn't. You asked Brennan because of…"

"Hey, Angela, let's not go there, okay? It's really early, and it's a Sunday." Booth cut her off.

"Fine. But you know I will get the answer somehow."

Booth rolled his eyes. "Yes, I am sure you will get it. But my answer is not going to change. She really was the first one that came into my mind."

"Okay, whatever you say. Just tell Bren that I said hi, and I'm looking forward to seeing her back in the lab, and getting all the details from her. I'll see you later, Booth."

"Bye." And as he cut the line off, Brennan came out of the bathroom. She was wearing the bathrobe, and her hair was dripping water.

"Morning." Booth said as he put Brennan's cell phone down.

"Morning. May I ask what were you doing with my phone?" Brennan eyed him with curiosity.

"Angela just called. I decided to take it for you. She said hi." Booth answered, purposely left out couple of details. Bones didn't need to know about it, it would just make her all embarrassed.

"Okay." And Brennan went to the closet to pick out her clothes.

"Bones, I am going for a quick shower, and then we can go downstairs to get breakfast. The wedding doesn't starts till noon." Booth said, and went inside the bathroom.

"All right."

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