Hello! Ugh, I've been sitting at the computer for more than two hours, taking this chapter from a journal to the computer. Took me forever to write this chapter. I should add that this starts several days after the previous chapter so Anne has had time to come to grips with her crush on Aubrey. Be able to keep her heart rate even, maybe even flirt with him. ;)

Also, even though favs and follows make my day, reviews make my week. Please review! I have been rewatching Bones so I haven't had time to see Aubrey and how his character is. Please tell me if I'm way off or spot on.

Disclaimer: You've got kidding me. If I owned Bones I would not be on this website, I would be making Anne an actual character.

The case was solved in less than a week. A very easy case according to Brennan. the husband had been cheating on his wife with the neighbor and when his wife found out she heated up vegetable oil, thrown it at him, causing the burns, and beat him with the frying pan. A very easy, very boring, very domestic case.

Booth had come back with Aubrey to tell everyone that the wife had confessed and was in custody.

Anne unbuttoned the lab coat and placed it on the rack next to the other coats. She stuffed her tag in her bag before grabbing her long, black coat and tugged it on.

"Anne Watson. I thought I heard that name before." Anne jumped and spun around to face who was talking to her. Aubrey was standing about ten feet away, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. Anne let out a breath.

"You scared me." She turned back to her bag, stuffing pens and notes and sunglasses into it.

"Your work is impressive." Anne chuckled and pulled her bag over her shoulder before turning back to face Aubrey.

"They're just children's books. Not terribly hard to write. The only thing impressive about them are the amount of copies they have sold." She walked past him, trying to keep her heart rate from picking up, which she failed at.

Aubrey turned, pulling his hands out of his pockets and jogged to catch up with her. Why does she walk so fast! "No, but it is." He insisted. "You have great story telling skills. Last time I tried to write poetry it ended very badly." He mumbled the last part, cringing inside thinking about sixth grader poetry.

Anne looked at him over her shoulder and flashed him a grin that made his knees weak. "If you want to read impressive books, read Dr. Brennan's. Her books are absolutely stunning." Aubrey finally caught up to her and kept in sync with her footsteps.

"I have read Dr. Brennan's books. They are very impressive but so are yours!" Anne scoffed. "Hey look at me." They stopped walking and she turned to look at him. "How do you think you got number one seller and every single books store I go to has your books. Because you are a good writer." Anne just stared at Aubrey for a while, scanning his face several times before a soft smile made its way onto her face. Aubrey didn't know how, but it seemed like he smile light up the whole room and he couldn't help smile himself.

"Are you trying to boost my self esteem? 'Cause it's working." With that she continued walking. Aubrey's grin grew and he followed after her.

"Maybe, maybe not." He responded. Anne looked over at him and he winked. She turned away with a grin. They walked a few more paces before Anne looked back over at him.

"Are you hitting on me?" Aubrey looked over at her, how she was trying very hard not to smile and failing at it.

"Maybe, maybe not." He said again. "Maybe I'm just making friendly conversation." Anne smirked at him and pushed open the front doors. She scurried down the stairs to the sidewalk. Aubrey still stayed in step with her.

"So," Anne started. "How do you know about my books. You don't exactly look like a child to me." He chuckled.

"Just because I'm not a kid doesn't mean I can't enjoy children's books."

"Touché."

A yellow cab bounced around the corner and Anne walked confidently to the curb and raised one hand, bellowing "Taxi!" loudly. The cab veered off the approach Anne. She turned to Aubrey. "There's my ride."

"You don't have your own car?" He questioned. Anne shrugged.

"Don't see a point when cabs are everywhere." He nodded as the cab slowed to a stop beside Anne.

"Guess we'll have to continue this another time." Aubrey's voice was light and Anne glanced at him over her shoulder as she opened the door.

"Till the next time."

"Till the next time."

Anne climbed into the cab and closed the door. It crawled away up the street, leaving Aubrey standing alone at the sidewalk.

Anne shuffled into Cam's office, eyelids drooping and mugs full of coffee in her hands. Yawning, she set a mug on Cam's desk and turned to leave. "Thanks. Hey, wait." Anne turned back around to look at Cam. She look a sip of her coffee and leaned forwards on her desk. "I didn't get a chance to ask you these past few days, how did your first day go?" Anne sighed, scrubbing a hand down her face.

"It was…. interesting." Cam smiled curiously. "Hodgins tried to play match maker." She perked an eyebrow.

"Do I even want to ask?" Anne shook her head.

"No you really don't." Anne walked toward the door again before glancing at Cam over her shoulder. "Enjoy your coffee, ma'am."

She walked out of Cam's office and made her way to Angela's office. Anne had nothing to do today. No new body had come in and Dr. Brennan had finished up with bones from the last case. She got the feeling she would be doing today is fetching coffee. "Morning Angela." Said person lifted her head, smiling warmly.

"Hey sweetie." Anne handed her some coffee. Angela thanked her and she left to make more coffee.

Anne knocked on the door way of Hodgins' lab with her head, seeing as her hands were full. He looked up. "Hey Anne." she shuffled closer.

"Here, I made coffee." Hodgins face lite up and he pulled a blue mug out of her grasp.

"Thanks. You're a life saver." Nodding once, Anne left with the last mug for Dr. Brennan. Anne walked over to the platform, swipped herself on, and smiled at Dr. Brennan.

"Good morning Dr. Brennan. Brought the coffee you asked for." Brennan stepped away from the computer and accepted the mug of steaming coffee.

"Thank you Dr. Watson." She took a sip of the Coffee. Anne turned to leave but, like Cam, Brennan stopped her. "Dr. Watson." She turned around. " I would like you to review the bones of Johnathon Kingsley." Anne gave her a confused look.

"But I did that yesterday."

Brennan nodded. "Yes, you did. But you did not record all of your notes, and the ones you did I could barely read. Review and record them again." Anne let out a sigh through her nose and nodded. She turned around again and stepped down off the platform before climbing more stars to get to the cat-walk above the main floor. Anne made herself a cup of black coffee and left to the bone room.

Aubrey strolled into the Jeffersonian, hands buried deep in his pockets. Yesterday had been interesting. He had always expected Anne Watson to be a frail old women living in the country with a vegetable garden and grandchildren; certainly not the beautiful, quirky women he met earlier this week. It seemed like she never stopped smiling, he liked that. He didn't know what it was about her that snatched his attention so easily. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity when he talked to her yesterday. Something seemed off though. When he walked with her yesterday, she walked crookedly. She favored her left side, putting less weight on her right leg, yet she walked like she didn't even notice it. Maybe he was overthinking.

Aubrey, being lost in thought, had let his feet wonder, taking him where ever they pleased. Looking up from the floor, Aubrey glanced around to see where he was. He had stopped in the middle of the hallway, it seemed familiar. He looked left.

Not twenty feet away, through a doorway, was Anne leaning over a table with bones scattered across it. Aubrey stepped closer and leaned against the doorway of the bones room. At first he thought she would look up and greet him, but he soon noticed the earbuds shoved haphazardly into her ears. The music drifted out of the earbuds and toward Aubrey, with a song he recognized as Secrets by OneRepublic. Aubrey put his hands into his pockets, watching the woman.

Anne's walnut brown hair was pulled back in a messy braid stopping just below her shoulder blades. A few loose tendrils of hair floated down to frame her face. Aubrey noted the light spatter of freckles across her face and how her eyes were locked on the bone in her hands. It was interesting, yesterday the blue of her dress made her eyes seem almost blue, but today, in neutral colors, her eyes seemed much more green, a sophisticated ivy green.

Anne moved around the table and Aubrey caught a glance of her shirt under the lab coat. It was grey, he couldn't tell of it was short or long sleeved, and in big, black, block letters it read I DON'T TRIP I DO RANDOM GRAVITY CHECKS. Aubrey smiled. she was wearing light blue jeans and knee length, brown, leather boots.

Something shined around Anne's neck and Aubrey squinted lightly at her necklace. All he could tell from that distance was that it was silver and what looked like a boat. His eyes flickered to her hands, and he noticed that she also had a ring on her right hand.

An earbud fell out of Anne's eat, filling the room with the sound of Fall for you by Secondhand Serenade. She grabbed the dangling earbud and went to put it back when she noticed Aubrey. Anne smiled, pulled the earbuds out of her ears and pulled out her iPod, pausing the music. "Hey, Aubrey!" He pushed off the wall and smiled nervously.

"Hey." Oh, this was bad. He didn't have an excuse to be here. He couldn't exactly say 'Hey, I was just standing her staring at you!'

"Do you need me for anything?" Her eyes scanned his face curiously. Oh boy.

"I was wondering if I could take out for lunch?" The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them and Aubrey tensed. He wasn't sure what do do, the words were out in the open, he couldn't take them back now. Anne quirked an eyebrow in confusion.

"But it's only 9 o' clock." aubrey let out a breath and looked down at his watch.

"No, its almost noon." Anne looked so confused, looking down at her own watch. She shuffled over to a red mug on a nearby table and took a sip. She made a disgusted face.

"Coffee's gone cold. Guess time gets away from you." She chuckled breathlessly, setting the mug back down and pulling away from the table.

"So it's lunch then?" Aubrey tried not to sound too hopeful. Anne pulled off her gloves and threw them away.

"Sure. Let me tell Cam I'm taking my lunch break."

twenty minutes later Aubrey and Anne were sitting at The Royal Dinner, Anne staring down at her menu, trying to ignore Aubrey's eyes burning into her. A dainty waitress came over to their table, pen and pad in hand. "Are you two ready to order?" Anne smiled up at her.

"Yes, um, I'll have your Classic Burger and fries." The waitress nodded and turned to Aubrey.

"Oh, I'll have the something. And can we get an extra plate of fries." The waitress nodded and scribbled everything down before going to check on other tables. Aubrey looked over at Anne.

"You know, it's nice to met a women that's not afraid to eat a burger." Anne smirked, leaning forward.

"Can I tell you something?" She asked, Aubrey leaning forwards as well. "I've never ate a salad in my entire life." Aubrey grinned.

"Lucky you then. My mother once made me eat salad for every meal. Worst day of my life." Anne laughed and Aubrey's grin widened.

Anne's laughter died down and they fell into a comfortable silence. Well, it was comfortable for Anne, but Aubrey was being bugged by a question floating in his mind. Aubrey hesitantly stretched out a hand. "May I see your ring and necklace?"

Anne raised her right hand to her necklace, face unreadable, and Aubrey wondered if he said something wrong. Just as he opened his mouth to apologize, Anne removed the necklace and set it on the table before removing her ring and setting it beside the necklace. Aubrey picked up the two pieces of of jewelry, one in each hand, and inspected them.

The necklace was silver, a Spanish ship with four sails, al looking puffed up with by the wind. The front of the ship was carved to look like the head of a fox. Intricate designs were carved into the sails and the boat itself. Absolutely beautiful.

Aubrey looked at the ring. The band was gold and blue, the two colors interwinding and looking like waves. In the front there was a circle, edge gold and blue, like the rest of the ring. Inside the circle, the background was gold with the outline of a ship carved onto it in blue. Both pieces of jewelry were incredibly gorgeous.

Aubrey lifted his head to look at the women across from him. She was staring at the jewelry in his hands, so many emotions flicking across her face he couldn't recognize them. Aubrey cleared his throat to capture her attention.

"These are both really pretty. Where did you get them?" He handed the jewelry back to Anne, who slipped them on before answering.

"My mother and sister were really into boating and fishing so these were their way of trying to get me to go with them. They always thought of they could get me to like boats, I would go with them." Aubrey nodded.

"Do they still like boating?" Anne chuckled, looking down at her hands clasped together in her lap.

"No. No, they died when I was ten." Aubrey let out a breath, running a hand down his face.

"I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up." Anne waved his apology away.

"No need to apologize, you didn't know. It was over ten years ago anyways." She paused for a moment. "Boating accident, ironically."

They drifted into silence once again and Aubrey couldn't take his eyes off of Anne. His eyes explored her face, tracing over every dip, every line. Her eyes traveled around the dinner, scanning the friendly faces and happy customers. Aubrey watched as her eyes drifted toward him again. Anne did the exact thing Aubrey had moments ago, scanning his face and taking him in. Their eyes locked.

Anne could get lost in the blue of his eyes. Dual pools of ocean, deep beyond measure yet bright as the sky. His eyes seemed light and joyful, like there was a stupid joke or pun around every corner. He just seemed so…. happy. His eyes were happy.

It took Aubrey a moment to fully grasp the depth of Anne's eyes. They didn't seem to match her face; they were to…. old. Wise beyond her years. There was deep wisdom and understanding behind the laughing and smiling demeanor. It made Aubrey wonder what could have possible happened in her child hood to grow this young woman way beyond her age. To Aubrey, Anne Watson suddenly became a mystery. He truly did not know her; he knows next to nothing and he got a burning desire to find out more. To learn more . To know Anne Watson.

"Okay, two Classic Burgers with fries and another plat of fries." The voice of the waitress snapped Aubrey out of his train of thought and he broke eye contact to thank the waitress.

As soon as the food was placed before her, Anne dug in. She grabbed her burger strategically, holding the back and bottom with her fingers so nothing fell out, and took a huge bite. Aubrey almost chocked on his food. Anne's cheeks were puffed out like a squirrel from taking such a big bite. Ketchup was smeared onto her cheeks on either side of her mouth and greasy goodness has started dripping down her hands. She chewed slowly, eyes closing in pleasure of the amazing taste of Classic Burgers. Aubrey swallowed his bite of food and placed his burger down, grabbed a napkin, and was about to offer it to Anne, but she took another large bite.

Chuckling lightly, Aubrey reached across the table to wipe the ketchup off of Anne's face. Her eyes immediately opened and she quirked an eyebrow questioningly, mouth still full. Aubrey shrugged innocently. "What? You seem a little busy with your burger." She rolled her eyes, but let him finish wiping off the ketchup.

They continued eating until Anne finished off her burger, much faster than Aubrey surprisingly, and started wolfing down fries. Aubrey finished off his own hamburger and gave Anne a surprised yet concerned look. "Geez, did you eat anything this morning? You sure are going to town." Anne seemed to realize how fast she was eating and slowed down, swallowing before responding to Aubrey.

"Sorry. I forgot to eat breakfast this morning. All I've had is coffee so far today." She continued eating, at a slower pace now, put still ate all he fries and half of the extra fires.

Sometime later, Aubrey flagged down the waitress for the check so they could get back at a reasonable time and not get yelled at by their bosses. Aubrey opened the check and pulled out his wallet to pay. "Wait a sec," Anne stopped him "if you pay for the whole meal does that mean you took me on a date?" Aubrey smirked.

"Depends. did you want this to be a date?" She smiled in a friendly yet flirtatious way. Anne smirked back at him.

"Little bit, ya." Aubrey smiled once more.

"than this was a date." He payed for the food, left a reasonable tip, and stood up. Anne followed suit and the two walked to the doors of the dinner. Anne looked over at Aubrey.

"This was actually really fun."

"Not too bad for a fist date?"

"Does 'first date' imply there will be more to come?"

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, not at all. Not at all."

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