A/N: Next up: a day with Booth. I would like to thank Monique Sampson for leaving a review on chapter 3. I really appreciate it and it is nice to see that the character of Lilly is coming across like I intended :). This is the last chapter of the chapters I had practically ready for posting for this part of the story. So unless inspiration and motivation strike during the next couple of days, I don't know if I'll be able to post the next chapter upcoming Friday. So after these general mentions XD, it is time for the first WARNING: If the mention of condoms is disturbing to you, then please don't read this chapter. I don't consider the mention to be racy, but I guess something like that is very personal.

Please enjoy this chapter!

In the coffee corner at the Hoover Building

"So we'll meet tomorrow at 5 am in the FBI gym? You can skip going to the gym if you want, then we can meet at my office at 7.15 am." Booth grabbed the coffee pot to fill his coffee mug. Beside him Lilly was refilling her mug with boiling water before dropping in the tea bag.

"No, the gym is fine. I am shadowing you, so I should follow your day routine as well. That way I can also fire some questions at you. Do you expect me to be in workout clothes as well? I am not really that great at fitness", Lilly confessed.

Booth laughed. "Well if you are following my routine, you should work out as well. I promise I'll go easy on ya." He gave Lilly a wink. Not a chance in hell he would let her off the hook to join him in a morning workout after she told him she would follow his routine. He was well aware she meant following his schedule, not per se working out with him. Besides, he was curious if fitness was the one thing the promising young woman didn't excel in. Thus far he only had heard and seen firsthand how talented she was, how she was a quick study. Even Bones had been impressed with the way Lilly conducted herself.

Lilly sighed dramatically. "Fine, but you are going to have to carry me if I can't walk afterwards. Remember, I am a desk jockey." Booth chuckled. " You'll be fine, I promise."

Next day: 4:49 am, the FBI gym

"Good morning miss Johnson!" Booth grinned at the sleepy headed intern coming his way. "Grr... why did I think this was a good idea?!", she grunted which halfway turned into a yawn.

"It is a good idea, because after 90 minutes of exercising you'll feel like a completely different person, trust me." Booth added extra cheery. "True, because by then I will have died", Lilly countered sarcastically as she tried to hang on to her sports bag. Booth's chuckles filled the empty gym.

They started Booth's routine, which he dialed down for Lilly's benefit. After 15 minutes she was back to her happy and cheery self. Booth loved that sports and his enthusiasm could have that affect on a person.

Suddenly he thought of Hannah, she would wake up grumpy and bitch all day if he would leave to get to the gym at this hour. Actually a lot of things would get her cranky. Damn, he didn't want to think about Hannah. He had been going strong ever since he and Bones celebrated the Valentine's day Massacre at the shooting range.

"Agent Booth?" Lilly waved her hand in front of Booth's eyes. Booth was hanging at the pull up bar, staring into the empty space in front of him. Hearing his name interrupted his thinking. His eyes focused again as he snapped out of it and his gaze settled on the concerned face staring at him. "Are you okay? It looked like you were pretty far away."

"Yeah I am fine." He tried to shake off the memories of his ex-girlfriend as he tried to give Lilly a reassuring smile. However, Lilly saw right through it and her eyes showed that she knew he was lying. If you say so she thought skeptically. "Good, I am glad, what torturous device is next?" Lilly asked.

Great so the sole thought of Hannah was enough to unsettle him. And Lilly seemed to be as much as a human lie detector as Sweets was. Nice going Seel, Booth thought to himself. Booth quickly finished his pull ups and moved on to the next exercise. Maybe if he impressed her enough with his physical fitness, she would forget how his concentration had slipped.

"Okay, put this on." Booth held out a bulletproof vest for Lilly. They stood on the sidewalk next to the trunk of the FBI issued SUV. It seemed to be a nice and quiet street. That must have been the reason why the suspects picked this innocent looking part of town, at least that is what Lilly figured. The greenish street and big family houses reminded Lilly of the place where she'd grown up. She even spotted a swing in the garden of the house they were about to burst into. "When we walk through the door stay close to me and behind me. Please try to be as silent as possible until I give the all clear. As it otherwise might give away the surprise element if there is someone in the house."

Lilly nodded. "Got it, but if it is too dangerous for me to go with you inside I could wait here by the car."

Booth picked up on her nervousness and flashed a comforting smile, "No, it probably won't be dangerous. But I rather have you wear the vest than you getting hurt when it could have protected you. There probably isn't even anyone inside the house anyways at this time of the day. Besides, you can't miss the opportunity to see me doing something that I am really good at. Which is", as he closed the trunk of the SUV, "kicking in doors." He gave her a cocky smile that made his eyes all sparkly.

Lilly's nerves lessened as Booth showed off his ego. Her "okay then let's get going", was accompanied by a playful eye roll that said oh ugh men.

They walked up to the door. Booth gestured Lilly to halt. Filled with concentration Booth drew his gun and tested the door. "Oh", he said softly, secretly disappointed that he didn't get to kick in the with glass in lead decorated door as he noticed the door was unlocked.

Booth looked back at Lilly when he had cleared the last room of the bungalow. "Well that went very well", Booth said as he let his eyes glide over the contents of the room they were in. They were standing in the living area that extended into the kitchen. The bedrooms had been empty except for some old collapsed moving boxes and other rubbish. "As I expected no one is here. I am actually surprised that you stayed close to me", he blurted out as he moved towards a wall. "Bones usually wanders around on her own before I give the all clear." Booth rolled his eyes at the many memories that came to mind.

Lilly grinned. "I wouldn't expect anything less from dr. Brennan. But as you can imagine, I like following rules and you are my only protection in situations like this. Okay aside from maybe a condom that I still carry around in my bag." Lilly stated jokingly as she was on her way to the kitchen portion of the living area.

Booth opened a closet, his back facing Lilly. "You carry around ... protection?" He tried to keep his voice even, but he was as amused as he was surprised by the bluntness of her statement. He moved on to a cabinet nearby: also empty.

"You don't?" Lilly shot back, head tilted into Booths direction with a grin while she picked up a day planner from the kitchen table. "I would think a responsible man like yourself would have rubbers everywhere around him. As my mother would say, you never know when it happens, so you better be prepared."

Booth chuckled. "Well, your mom seems like quite the romantic and maybe a boy scout." "She has her moments", Lilly said smiling as their eyes met.

"Have you found something interesting?" Booth asked as he walked into the kitchen where Lilly was, never breaking the eye contact. The kitchen looked clean, but a beam of sunlight showed that at the very least the kitchen table was in need of at least a thorough dusting.

"Actually yeah", Lilly said as she flipped back a few pages in the day planner before she handed it over. "Take a look at Wednesday the 15th at 2.30 pm."

"Well it seems that we'll have to talk to our suspect again."

Booth's apartment

Booth stood next to his bed. A big empty box stood in front of him on his crispy not yet slept in bed sheets. He sighed, it was time to do this.

His day at work had been rather wonderful, a little of everything really. A bit of paperwork, one interrogation, a house search and the reason for him to do this: his blackout from reality during his workout with Lilly this morning. In the car on his way home, he figured that if he got rid of the memorabilia from Hannah that still were scattered around his apartment, he would be able to move on more easily. At least then he wouldn't have to deal with any physical reminders of another failed relationship.

He was still angry that Hannah and Rebecca turned him down when he had proposed. And Bones, well Bones was a different kind of story but nonetheless unsettling. Objectively speaking he was a great catch, right? Why did none of the women in his life want to spend the rest of their life with him? He chastised himself, no, don't get into that again, let's get this clean up over with. He couldn't afford another crack in his focus in front of Lilly, or anyone for that matter. His professional image was at stake here. Not only that, if he got distracted while out in the field it could be dangerous, deathly even. He needed to minimize those risks and as he had decided this was the best first step.

He barely got away with it today with Lilly. Today she had been so kind to change the subject. Next time she probably would want to know why he had zoned out. Would that be so bad? His inner voice shouted at him. Lilly would understand and it would be nice to talk about it with someone. Bones wouldn't know what to say. Angela had just hated his relationship with Hannah and would try and push him towards Bones as soon as she saw her chance. Talking about it with Cam would be way too uncomfortable. His army buddies hadn't been in a relationship after coming back from their tour and therefore didn't expect anything else than love blowing up in your face like IEDs did. A humorless smile crossed his features, maybe he should introduce Bones to them, then the guys would have a scientific foundation for their disbelieve in love and companionship no matter what. Maybe he really did need to talk about the breakup before it broke him up.

Trying once more to focus on the task at hand, Booth walked to his closet and pushed his dry-cleaned dress shirts to the side. Squatting down before leaning forward he grabbed the crumbled shirt that Hannah had left behind. As he picked up the blouse, he remembered how he had angrily shoved it out of sight on the night she had rejected his proposal.

The soft pink blouse had been freshly dry cleaned when Hannah had hung it – hanger and all - on the doorknob of his closet. When he had come home drunk, still raging with anger and disappointment he had yanked the delicate piece of clothing of its hanger. The hanger had broken under the violence Booth had subjected it to. His intention had been to rip the blouse to shreds, but then he had decided he didn't want to look at it any longer than he had to. So instead, he had rumpled it up into a ball before throwing it into the back of his closet. Out of sight, out of mind, at least that had been his intention. Looking at the shirt one last time and the bad memories it represented, he unceremoniously dropped it into the shoe box.

Next stop was his bathroom, she had left her shampoo behind, which he had hid under his sink. Also a lot of hair ties in his drawer and his medicine cabinet. Did women just buy them by the thousands? Checking his medicine cabinet again, he noticed the special brand of aspirin he had bought for Hannah because she was allergic to one of the components in Ibuprofen. Tossing the pills, he closed the cabinet's door.

He made his way through his home to collect a few more items before his eye fell on the Bakelite phone he got from Hannah. It had been Bones' gift idea, but he got it as a gift from Hannah. He debated if he could keep it or not. In the end he sighed and lifted it from its little table and put it in the box that was filled with the other things that reminded him of Hannah.

From his random drawer in the kitchen he pulled out one of her sunglasses and only one of the earrings she came home with from a journalists defile. She had looked great that night, in that backless dress with a split that ran so high it had been almost indecent. Sighing at the memories he picked up the lid and checked if he had everything.

Closing the lid of the box he placed it near his door to take it out in the morning. He walked over to his drink cabinet and poured himself a double shot of scotch. He deserved it he thought as he sat down in his favorite chair before chugging his drink.