(A Night at the Bones Museum)

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Flipping a pancake onto a plate, Booth noticed Brennan enter the kitchen, walk over to the fridge and open it. "Breakfast is ready."

"Oh good." After removing a carafe of juice from the top shelf, she grabbed two glasses from the cabinet and set them on the kitchen table. While Booth carried a plate of pancakes and a plate of bacon over to the table, she pulled two plates from the cabinet and set them on the table along with two forks and knives. Booth had already set a bowl of mixed berries on the table along with a tub of butter and a bottle of maple syrup. "For some reason, I'm quite famished this morning."

"Might have been the busy night we had last night." After he sat down, he flipped two pancakes on to Brennan's plate and three on his. "It was your fault though. You wouldn't let me sleep until around three this morning . . . not that I minded."

Amused, Brennan poured juice in the glasses and placed one in front of Booth's plate then sat down. "I'm excited about the Egyptian mummy arriving at the museum this morning. I didn't think you would mind helping me pass the time last night since I couldn't sleep."

Booth yawned and shook his head. "I didn't mind, but I think I'm going to need a lot of coffee today . . . a few Cokes, maybe a Mountain Dew or two."

"That's a lot of caffeine." Brennan was concerned he might overdue the stimulants.

Sipping some of his juice, Booth nodded his head. "That's the idea. I've already had two cups of coffee since I woke up this morning." The plate of bacon beckoned and Booth grabbed four pieces and placed it on his plate. "When is the mummy arriving today?"

"It's supposed to be at the loading dock at ten." Brennan cut up her pancakes and drizzled some of the syrup over them. "Dr. Kaswell has asked me to help in the initial examination. It's quite exciting."

He watched her drizzle more syrup on her pancakes and knew that she had forgot she had already done that. It was cute how excited she was and Booth just thought her adorable. Reaching for the syrup, he poured some on his bacon and pancakes and then placed the syrup bottle near his elbow to keep his girlfriend from pouring more syrup on her pancakes. "Sounds great. I guess you can't go to lunch with me today?"

"No, I can't." Brennan reached for the syrup bottle and Booth shook his head.

"Bones, you've already poured syrup on your pancakes twice."

Shocked, Brennan looked at the pancakes on her plate and shook her head. "I don't remember doing that."

"You're just excited that's all." Booth pointed his fork at her plate. "Come on eat. You'll probably forget to eat lunch, so eat up."

Trying to calm down, Brennan began to eat, glad that Booth was so considerate. "I will order lunch to be delivered, so don't worry about me eating. I can take care of myself."

"Yes, you can." Standing he walked over to the counter, poured two cups of coffee, placed them on the kitchen table and sat down. "How much research can you and Dr. Kaswell do on the mummy?"

"We can do a Cat Scan on it, but it can't be damaged in any way. The Egyptian government was quite clear that the mummy cannot be cut open." Brennan sipped some of her coffee and smiled. "I'm going to help in the initial examination, but that's all. I'll be more of an observer really, but it is still exciting since the mummy is purported to be Anok, 'The Boy With the Bleeding Heart'."

That sounded pretty gross to Booth. "I have a lot of paper work to do today. If you're going to be late let me know and I'll cook dinner."

"Thank you." Brennan swallowed more of her coffee. "Before I forget, I think I found a house for us. I sent you an email with the particulars. If you have time, could you call the realtor today and go look at it. If you think it is suitable, I will arrange to go look at it in the next few days."

"Alright." Booth was interested in seeing what kind of house Brennan found suitable. He knew he'd have to keep an open mind since her taste and his taste weren't exactly alike.

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He pulled up in the driveway and turned off the engine. "Oh my God." Slowly getting out of the car, Booth noted the large front yard that contained several mature oak trees and the five foot tall hedge that bordered the front yard. The house was one story and didn't look that big from the front, but as he walked up the driveway, walked along the side of the house and into the back yard he could see that it was indeed a large house. The back yard had a paved patio and a built-in barbeque all done in beige and brown stone. The yard itself was spacious and several tall oak and pecan trees were spaced out around the yard. The backyard had a tall dark wooden fence with beige stone columns circling it and there was a small hedge running along the fence around the yard. "Damn."

Not sure if he wanted to see the inside of the house or not, he walked back around the house and up to the front door where the realtor was waiting for him. "I saw you pull up. What do you think of the back yard?"

"It's big." Booth was at a loss for words at that moment.

"It really is." The realtor, Susan Clayton was excited about the possibility of selling the house. She thought it had a lot of good features and the owner was asking for a reasonable price, but the market was not a 'sellers market' at the moment. "Come inside and I'll show you around."

Reluctantly, Booth walked in and found himself in a small foyer. There was a bench on the right side that could be used to store shoes or whatever you wanted to store there. The floor was a gray stone tile that extended into the front room. Leaving the foyer, Booth found a large living room spread out before him. The floor was tiled and there was a fire place located on the front wall also made of matching stone. It should have seemed like a cold color, but there were hints of dark gray and black flecks in the gray stone that gave it an interesting look.

As the realtor led him through the house, he found a spacious kitchen with a granite tile covered island. The cabinets were a dark chestnut color and the appliances were a brushed steel color. There was a nice pantry in one wall and a door on the left side of the room led to a laundry room which was functional and contained a wall of cabinets for storage. The house contained four bedrooms, a den, two and half baths and a detached garage. Wow. He had taken pictures of every room using his phone to show his partner, but he was sure she would like it. He just wasn't sure he did.

Her client had been quiet throughout the tour which puzzled Susan. She couldn't tell if he was interested in the house or not. His poker face was excellent which annoyed her. The tour over, they were now back at the front door. "What do you think? Would you like to sign today?"

Booth jammed his hands into his pants pockets and shook his head. "My girlfriend asked me to look the place over. She's the one that wants to buy it. I'll tell her what I saw and if she's interested then she'll get back to you."

"It might sell quickly." Susan wanted to impress her possible client that the house wouldn't be available for long, at least she hoped not.

Not really impressed with that threat, Booth shrugged his shoulders. "If you can sell it to someone else then sell it. Dr. Brennan doesn't let anyone push her into anything. She's logical and methodical. If she likes what she sees in the pictures she'll call you and make arrangement to come and look at it . . . The 'hard sell' would be wasted on her, just so you know that."

"Alright." Susan hoped that Dr. Brennan liked the house. It was a beautiful house, but expensive and a lot of people weren't interested in expensive houses for now. She handed the man her business card. "If she doesn't like this house then call me and let me know what you're looking for and I'll try to find it for you."

Taking the card, Booth placed it in his wallet and then placed the wallet back in his pants pocket. "Thanks for the tour. I appreciate it. If Dr. Brennan is interested she'll probably call you tomorrow."

Before he left, Booth walked back up the driveway and entered the detached garage for one more look. The house may be a little much, but he really liked the garage. It was spacious enough that they could park Brennan's car inside and his Mustang. He could stop renting a storage space for his car and there was enough room to tinker in. This is nice. Careful to close the door behind him, Booth walked back to his SUV and waved at the realtor who was standing in the yard.

Susan had seen Booth walk back to the garage and she hoped that was a good sign. She thought the house was a great house and if the man liked the garage then maybe he could talk his girlfriend into buying the house. Fingers crossed.

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