(The Parts in the Sum of the Whole)

A/N: Remember this story is AU.

I don't own Bones.

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She sat in her office and stared at the gift box sitting on her desk. Brennan had noticed it when she had first entered her office and had checked the tag taped to the box to see who it was from. The tag had been unhelpful since it just had a tiny hand drawn picture of a plane on it. A little annoyed, she picked up the box, shook it gently then placed it down on the desk again.

Angela entered the office and stopped when she noticed her friend poking a gift wrapped box on her desk. "Gifts, I love gifts. Whose it from?" Moving closer to the desk, she picked it up and read the tag. "Do you have some hot pilot on the side? Better not let Booth know."

Brennan did not find the joke amusing in the least. "I am not seeing anyone, but Booth, Angela. I am in a serious relationship with him and I will not risk damaging that relationship by having an affair with someone else."

"Alright Honey, I was just kidding." Placing the box back on the desk, Angela sat down on the chair facing her friend. "Aren't you going to open it?"

Hesitating, Brennan picked up the box and held it in her hand. "I don't know if I should. If this is a bribe by someone to try to get me into bed with them, then they will be sorely disappointed. I cannot be bought with trinkets and of course Booth would not appreciate it if he found out . . . It would probably be a better idea if I take it home and open it there in front of Booth. I am committed to having an open and honest relationship with Booth and I will not hide things like this from him."

"Honey, if someone is trying to get into your pants and I really hope that isn't true . . . well, Booth might try to rip their heart out of their chest if he finds out who it is." Angela thought it was a terrible idea to let Booth see the gift. The man was crazy in love with Brennan and he wouldn't take kindly to poachers. "Just open it here and let's see what it is."

Reluctantly, Brennan tore the wrapping off the box and opened it. Inside she found a hand blown glass airplane wrapped in bubble wrap. It was a beautiful shade of rose and the plane was representative of a prop plane. "Well, this is annoying. No message and why send me a glass plane?"

A little confused herself, Angela crossed her legs and leaned back against her chair. "It's pretty. Maybe Booth sent it after all. I mean everyone here knows that you're living with Booth, so I don't really see anyone else giving you a present." I hope to hell this is from Booth.

"I would think he'd sign the card if he did." Brennan thought the plane was beautiful, but she wasn't sure she should keep it. "I'll leave it here. Perhaps my secret admirer will come forward and I will let him know that I am not interested in him and give the gift back."

The whole thing was weird as far as Angela was concerned. "Well, whoever gave it to you has access to the Lab. Booth was here earlier this morning when he brought you to work, but I haven't seen him since. I think you're right. Just leave it here. Someone is bound to say something sooner or later."

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They ate lunch at the Royal Diner and she didn't mention the gift he had left on her desk. Booth wasn't sure why Brennan wasn't talking about his gift and started to worry that she hated it. He had found the glass plane in an antique store the previous Saturday when he was looking for some old sports memorabilia for his man cave. He hadn't found anything he was interested in, but as he was leaving the store, the little plane had caught his eye. It reminded him of that fact he had first met Brennan in an airport and how his life had been changed for the better knowing her. He wanted to give her something nice and he thought the plane would be pretty sitting next to the glass daffodil he had already given her. Since she didn't mention it, he assumed she didn't want to hurt his feelings. God, I hope she didn't give it away or throw it away. That plane cost me 50 bucks. "So, Bones, anything interesting happen at work this morning?" He wasn't fishing for a compliment. He just wanted to know if she got the present.

"No, not really." Brennan sipped her ice tea. "I did identify one of the skeletons in Bones Storage. He was an American soldier stationed in the Philippines during the Japanese invasion. Corporal Jeb Winters' family will be notified this afternoon."

No mention of the plane. Booth wasn't sure what was wrong with his present, but he'd try to be more romantic the next time he bought her a present. She'd loved the daffodil, so at least he got that one right. "That's good . . . How about we go out tonight. Dinner and a little dancing. How about it?"

"It's Wednesday, Booth. We usually don't go out dancing in the middle of the week." She wasn't against the idea, she just thought it was odd.

"It's our anniversary, Bones." Booth didn't really expect her to keep track of things like that. He was the romantic one in the relationship and that was fine. "We became a couple four years ago. I thought we could eat out and go to that jazz club you like. I know it's short notice. We can do it Friday night if you want to wait."

She hadn't paid attention to the date and was frustrated that Booth had to remind her that the day was important to him. "I'm sorry, Booth. Of course, we can go out dancing. I'll let Cam know I'm leaving a little early and I'll meet you at home around five."

Pleased that she had agreed to his impromptu plan, Booth placed his hand on her hand. "Thanks. It'll be fun. You'll see." I need to find another gift.

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They had a wonderful evening dancing and got home later than usual. After Booth made sure the house was locked up, he joined Brennan in the bedroom and found her dressed in a light green satin night gown. It showed off her curves which Booth loved so much. "Wow, that's new." He moved closer and placed his hands low on her hips. "You look so beautiful, Bones." Kissing her, he pulled her closer against his body. After their passionate kiss forced them to separate to catch their breath, Booth fingered the left strap of her gown. "Very nice."

Brennan smiled. "This is my present to you. I know you like to see me in this kind of costume just before we make love."

Amused, Booth wiggled his eyebrows. "Just before I take it off of you. Thanks for the present. I love it." He kissed her once more then pulled away so he could undress. "I promise to buy you a better present than the one I gave you today . . . I wanted to buy you something else this afternoon, but I had that meeting with Bishop and I couldn't leave."

Surprised, Brennan sat down on the edge of the bed and watched Booth unbutton his shirt. "That gift on my desk was from you?"

Her tone of voice was odd. "Well, sure. Who'd you think sent it to you?" He paused unbuttoning the last button and stared at her.

"I didn't know who sent it to me. The tag wasn't signed." Brennan was annoyed. "Why didn't you sign it? What did the little airplane mean? Did you draw that because that was what was in the box?"

His gaze on the last button as he unfastened it, Booth tried to be patient. "We met in an airport. I just thought it would be nice to remind you that we've known each other for a long time and . . . I thought it'd make you smile . . . I guess not." He draped his shirt on the chair near the closet. "Don't worry about it. I was just being sentimental that's all." He was disappointed that she didn't understand his gift, but he hadn't fallen in love with a sentimental woman. He loved her brilliant brain and that big heart of hers. Sitting on the chair, he removed his shoes and socks. "Like I said, I'll get you something else."

"You should have signed it, Booth." Brennan was embarrassed. Of course, Booth had sent her the present. "I didn't understand what the plane represented . . . It was a nice present. It is a nice present."

She was upset and he knew that he had made a mistake not giving her the present in person. "Look, Bones, this is my fault. You're right, I should have signed it." This is not what he had wanted to happen. She was embarrassed and a little angry. "Bones you're involved with a romantic fool, okay? I wasn't trying to be mysterious and I wasn't trying to embarrass you. I wanted to give you something nice and . . . I didn't do it right. You didn't do anything wrong. You can't read minds and you didn't know I sent it. It's okay. Let's just forget about it."

"No, I won't." She stood up and move over to where her lover was sitting. Kneeling she placed her hands on his knees. "I'm not romantic, Booth. I wish I was. I don't remember dates like anniversaries and I don't . . ."

Booth captured her wrists with his hands. "Stop . . . just stop. I don't care if you don't keep track of anniversaries, okay? I'll keep track of them for us. I don't care if you aren't whimsical or romantic. I fell in love with you because of who you are. I don't expect you to change that. Just let me keep track of the small stuff like today. We both don't have to do it."

"But it wasn't a small thing, was it?" She loved Booth so much, but she was afraid she didn't show it enough. "I have a tendency to overlook sentimental holidays. I . . . It's not because I don't care. I do. I just don't think of them."

He leaned forward and rested his forehead against her forehead. "Hey, I said stop it. You didn't do anything wrong. I don't want you to worry about stuff like this. From now on, when I send you a gift I plan to make sure my name is on it. It's okay . . . Did you like the plane? Was it okay?" He was still worried that she hated his present.

"I think it's beautiful, Booth. Thank you." She just wished she had remembered that this day was important to Booth. She would place it on her calendar, so that she would never forget again. "It will look nice on the shelf next to the glass daffodil."

"Right?" She liked it and that was a relief. "I thought so too." He placed the palm of his hand on the side of her face. "You deserve nice things, Bones. You make me so happy and meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me."

She smiled and stood up. "You make me happy too, Booth." She stepped back and pulled her gown over her head, dropping it on the floor at her feet. Moving over to the bed, she glanced back. "You make me very happy."

His eyes feasting on her body, Booth stood up and slid his pant and boxers down his legs. "I have another present for you Bones." He stepped out of his pants and boxers and followed her over to the bed. "I think you'll like this one for sure."

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