DISCLAIMER: i don't own anything that has anything to do with BONES- or as Craig Ferguson Calls It. Boney-O. Speaking of things i dont own... i dont have a WII Fit yet... what is up with that?

Anyhoo- sorry kids, i was camping last week (in the icy cold) and i had no way to get to a computer- so it was a few days between updates. It can get a little confusing down around the center so i'll try to explain- memories will be in italics. Follow the date to find out what had happened so far. LOL if you have questions just leave them in the review section.

April 8th

Bones had known that Booth was a mother hen about her- she had figured that out after the first attempt on her life, when he had personally supervised her security until he had been blown up.

Pain twinged in her heart as the memory of him- lying on her kitchen floor- fire licking across his chest, and his eyes shut- maybe forever. Her heart had stopped in her chest. She had found herself suddenly beating out the fire on his back- if she had been religious she would have prayed for his safety.

But this was ridiculous. He was constantly asking her how she was, and although he was very discreet- Angela was still the only one who knew- Both she and Brennan watched as he continued, being constant and hilarious. Even going so far as to sleep in her guest room every night since finding out.

His reason was to make sure she was comfy and safe.

It had been 2 weeks since she had told him.

He had been to the first doctor's appointment with her- he hadn't even hesitated whenever she had asked him if he wanted to come, and she had been surprised at his exuberance.

He had missed out on a lot of this with Parker, because Rebecca hadn't wanted him anywhere near her after their huge fight when he had proposed to her.

Booth told her this as they drove to the doctor's office in his FBI issued SUV.

It was eerie, talking about this, since this very place had been the scene of some of their most memorable conversations.

But she had been pleased- very pleased- when he had told her why he wanted to be a part of every part.

The doctor had been amazed at the awkwardness between the father and mother of a child. Especially when he started the initial examination.

They hadn't wanted to explain it to him- and so left the doctor to wonder.

By the end of that appointment though, they were at least a little more comfortable about the idea of him accompanying her to her next appointment.

He had stared at the wall for most of the exam- which was hard to do while holding her hand.

But it had been good. To be with the other on more than just work and eating at the diner- well, it was a bit more than that now.

She was beginning to show- just slightly.

But if she wore loose clothes then no one would be the wiser- and it would just look like she had gained a little weight, everyone would understand with all the Macaroni and Cheese and Pie that she was always eating.

Yes, now it was Pie, any type that she could find and she could almost eat the entire pie herself.

Booth of course, loved this, and would leave in the middle of the night to stop in at the Royal Diner and get a wonderful pie. He was completely cheerful when she would ask him to do this, and would usually share with her. Or the other way around,

June 3rd

Two months later she wasn't able to hide it any longer, and had made a statement to the entire lab, assembled at the small table that was up on the second floor.

She was to one side- Cam was at the head; Angela was straight across from her, Hodgins beside Angela.

Sweets sat directly beside her, and she almost wished that she could make him move- so that she could see his reaction when this little nutshell was released. To study him for once.

Booth was somewhere behind her, standing a little to the side, he was always close these days.

Or maybe she was just noticing it more now that she and Booth were involved, as far as she remembered he was always there, if not leading or beside her, somewhere in the peripherals. Watching her with prideful trepidation- hand at the small of her back- or on her arm- guiding her.

"I have an important announcement to make." She said calmly. Thinking inwardly that she really had to pee.

Hodgins narrowed his eyes and glanced sidelong at Angela, Brennan knew that she had told him something of what was going on. But not all of it, and with the wisdom that he occasionally showed he had allowed his fiancée this secret.

"I'm pregnant."

Angela squealed again with the same enthusiasm that she had shown when they had first told her.

Hodgins looked like he had prepared himself for something big- But this was still kind of a shock to him.

He smiled his congratulations and extended a hand for Brennan to shake- then leaned across the table to hug her. They were allowed to do that comfortably ever since the Gravedigger incident.

Cam eyes her dispassionately. There was no jealousy or bitterness. Camille had never chosen to love Seeley Booth. She had no claim to him.

"I can't believe it." She said smilingly. "You having a baby… the world never ceases to amaze me."

Sweets said nothing, this worried her, as it seemed to indicate that they would have a long session this afternoon.

Booth came to stand behind her, a soothing hand on her shoulder.

"So she will most likely be taking maternity leave in the next few weeks."

No one found it odd that Booth had no reaction. They all assumed that she had told him the news first. The squints knew that there were no secrets between the Bone Lady and the G-Man. They were too close for secrets like that anymore.

They (meaning the squints, and Booth) had then decided to go get lunch and discuss baby names.

It was a humorous lunch that followed- everyone making irreverent suggestions for names. Brennan gave Booth a look- he was having too much fun suggesting names. Loving the anonymity.

Then they all decided that the thing that they needed to do was to call Zach and tell him the good news.

Jack dialed his cell phone and it began to ring.

Sweets sat, crunched between Cam and Booth- still not quite part of the inner group.

They tolerated him, and they allowed him to make comments from time to time.

But he wasn't one of them.

He wasn't their Zach replacement…even though Zach was innocent- which was a thought that plagued the psychiatrist every day.

The news was blurted out- and Zach was laughing and asking questions, how far along was she? How was she feeling?

They all laughed along with the answers.

But then Zach- in all his geeky innocence asked the one question that they had all been avoiding.

"Who is the father, Dr. Brennan?"

Everyone suddenly went silent. And awkwardness prevailed. Sweets perked up his ears, in his head a tiny person pulled out a pen and licked the tip. Poised above the paper, ready to take notes. He assumed that it was the Agent Sullivan that both she and Booth had referenced as her only serious relationship.

Bones, without being obvious at all met Booth's eyes. They shared a secret and fathomless glance that even Angela missed. His nod was quick and precise. They had nothing left to hide.

"Booth."

The air was sucked out of the area surrounding the booth.

They were all shocked. In fact- Booth thought he saw Sweets' eye twitch.

"Booth knows who the father is?" Zach asked- unbelief clear in his voice.

Speakerphone was a glorious thing.

"No Zach. Booth is the father."

There was a cough at the other end of the line; the same thoughts were mirrored as the people around the table let it sink in.

Bones, undaunted, slid a forkful of pie down her throat. Booth grinned at her- ignoring the stunned faces around them- and stuck his fork in her piece-

"Okay Zach." Angela finally said, "We'll talk to you later." There was still no response as the line went dead.

Cam was grinning now- looking between the two culprits.

"I knew it." She laughed- and the tension was gone.

"He is going to have your dimples Booth." Angela said

"And hopefully Brennan's eyes." Jack agreed.

Brennan caught her partner's eye once during the lunch, he immediately saw the quiet desperation in her eyes.

"Alright everybody out!" He suddenly yelled, halting all proceedings. "Bones's gotta go!"

Three hours later they sat in a psychology session- a foot between them, as always, and Sweets sat- his young face looking a little surprised and unsure.

"Was this a decision you two made?"

Booth laughed and Brennan gave her awkward grin.

"Not exactly." Booth answered, and Sweets was slightly appalled that they could seemingly talk to each other through simple looks.

"Have you two been in a relationship?"

They both nodded.

"No." They replied, and their psychologist's grin disappeared.

"Then how do you explain this?" He asked them- pointing in the nebulous direction of her stomach.

"Come on." Booth moaned. "You'd think that they would not let you have a degree without getting "the talk" at some point in your life…" He sighed.

Temperance grinned.

"You could write in to the Secretary of Education and recommend that."

"Guys…Be serious- dude, can you two do anything without mocking me?" He saw Booth's face light up. "No, don't answer that. Just tell me what happened."

"Well- funny story…" Booth began

"It was sort of an accident-" Brennan followed up- uncrossing and then re-crossing her legs.

"It all happened in Vegas.-"

"Of course" Sweets agreed,

"-After the Disimar case-"

Brennan sighed.

"We both got a little intoxicated-"

"-Little being the understatement of the year." Booth added with a grin- smiling into the distance at some garbled memory.

"And then we woke up…" Temperance started again, she and Booth shared another glance- and Booth nodded faintly. "And we found ourselves rather married,"

Now this, completely stunned Sweets, he sat their- his mouth hanging open is something akin to bewilderment.

"Married?" He asked. "To each other? Whoa… this is totally… whoa."

They nodded.

"We realized that if the bureau found out about this slight fraternization- they would immediately un-partner us."

"Well yeah. at least not without an evaluation." Sweets wrote a small line in his notebook.

"Exactly-" Brennan said "So we decided to remain married. At least until we could somehow find someone to do it off the books."

Sweets' eyes widened,

"You aren't still married are you?"

Their somewhat guilty expressions told them all that he needed to know.

"Well- we haven't been able to find anyone to do that-" Booth replied.

"And with us finding out that we were pregnant-"

"It sort of seemed less important."

Sweets sat there. His eyes slightly glazed over…

"I have nothing more to ask you." He said suddenly.

They looked at him- nonplussed…

"Our session is over." He repeated, this time with more vehemence, "Please leave- I have to prepare for other appointments."

They stood- awkwardly, and Booth sort of lost his balance, Bones immediately steadied him.

Sweets gave them another cold and slightly crooked look.

"You know you could have trusted me with this. You know the whole patient confidentiality clause"

Booth grinned.

"Would you pinky swear not to tell the bureau?"
Bones laughed out loud.

Lance Sweets glowered.

"Ok, get out."

Timothy Sullivan stared out into the Caribbean sunset- lazily dangling both a fishing rod and his foot off the side of Temperance.

Though sitting anchored offshore of St. Vincent- his mind was far away- staring into beautiful green eyes.

His final favorite memory of her and of their relationship was a glance backward as he sailed off in a blaze of glory.

Something in him really did think she would give in- that she would agree to sail away with him and to live happily ever after.

But she didn't.

She had remained resolute in her original decision.

And he understood that, he really did.

But something in him had wanted her to come running down the dock- calling his name, he would turn the boat around and would rush headlong into her arms.

Deep down inside, though, he knew that she would never leave him.

It really wasn't fair though- no matter how many times Sully would hack through another layer of Tempy's armor he would be stunned to find that Seeley had already been there.

Booth had a prior claim to her- which, as hard as Sully tried to make his own path to her heart, there was nothing he could do to top Booth.

The first thing that had clued him in to the fact that there was clearly another man in her life was the second or third time he had spent the night.

He had been stir-crazy, for the first time in weeks, and for once his wanderlust was quiet.

He was happy with her. Happy to stay in one place, that had never happened to him before and he knew it was because of a special Forensic Anthropologist.

He had slipped into her neat and tidy living room, filled with priceless artifacts that she loved. It was also home to her special memories.

There were pictures of her and the other squints, and of her and her mother, and then more recent ones of Russ and Her, and of Booth and her.

He hadn't been jealous then, he didn't need to be.

It was just Booth, they were merely partners.

But that's when he saw it, the shelf that held several ancient things that he couldn't name.

And then he saw something that was not congruent with anything else on the shelf.

There was a tiny plastic pink pig.

Sully was pretty sure that he knew Temperance Brennan pretty well- and this was completely out of character for her.

He reached out and gently picked it up- written in the careful and cramped handwriting of someone who was constantly on the run- Were three words.

Jasper- was the largest, and it was centered. Then above it

To Bones.

Bones. Only one person got away with calling Tempy that.

He had tried since it was quite a good nickname to his mind- she had given him a serious look that told him not to try it again.

Next to that was a silly picture of Temperance Brennan in a stunning red dress and Booth standing looking rather beat up beside her, he was sporting a huge black eye- stuck in the corner of the frame were two ticket-type stubs.

They read

Fight Tonight: Tony the Tiger VS. Club Champion

Underneath was a single 1,000 dollar poker chip.

Sully smiled at their faces, they had clearly been laughing when the picture had been taken.

He reached out to take a closer look- revealing a small book that had been safely tucked behind the photo frame.

It was a memory album/photo album of sorts, and it was jam-packed with different things.

Pictures of cases and pictures taken; news clippings and little things that you keep to remember stupid things.

He thumbed through it, realizing that it was a dated from a few weeks after she started working with Booth.

A menu from a place called Wong Fu's, a tiny baggy of sand, and a postcard that said Welcome to Hell- with a picture of the desert.

There was something that referred to lost treasure found by Jeffersonian- they were honorary pirates in Blackbeard's crew.

He kept growing, foreboding in his heart growing with every turn of the page.

He found a picture of the whole gang together gathered around Dr. Hodgins in a hospital bed, as an FBI profiler type person he was used to guessing at what was going on behind faces.

The picture said to him that they were extremely glad- no, thankful- to be together.

Angela was staring absently and lovingly at Dr. Hodgins and Cam looked tired and a little disappointed, but not at the events that were happening when the picture was taken, about something else.

And Booth and Bones were at opposite sides of the photo, Booth revealed far more than he had meant to- he was openly staring at his partner, Joy emulating from his face.

Temperance was giving Booth a sidelong look a small smile on her face that Sully would pay to see beamed in his direction.

He pulled the picture out- flipping it over to see the date- this had been this year, when Temperance and Hodgins had been buried alive in a car.

He was about to return the picture when he noticed a piece of paper with type-written words across it, that had been folded up several times and tucked behind the picture.

Sully plucked it out, realizing that it was a page torn out from one of her books- and that it was actually two pieces of paper- both dated a day before the picture, it was written in the methodical, precise script of his girlfriend.

The first one was addressed to Russ, and Sully had figured out when these were written and so he folded it back up. But the second one caught his eye.

The top read

Dear Booth.

Sully knew that he shouldn't look or read further. But something in him wouldn't let him put it down.

Dear Booth,

Since you're reading this it means that most likely Dr. Hodgins and I have run out of air.

First of all I do not want you holding yourself responsible for our deaths. It is not your fault Booth, there was nothing you could have done, and I know that you have done your very best in a rescue effort.

Do not blame yourself. I am not sure why I am telling you this since I know that you will ignore me and feel guilty. But DON'T.

These things that I have so much trouble verbalizing on when we are together seem completely unimportant right now.

I just would like to thank you.

Thank you, for trusting me enough to allow me to be your partner, for treating me like an equal from the very beginning.

For making me feel human again, feeling that someone cared where I was 24/7.

For just making me feel, in general.

All these things are things that you never meant to do- and yet you did. You affected me more than you will ever know- more than I can ever say.

It's kind of dark now; the car battery must be dying.

Tell Parker I love him.

Take care of Angela- this will hurt her more than she knows. Especially after she reads Jack's letter.

I am not sure that she realized the depth of his feelings for her. I think that he is telling her that he loves her. That is generally what a person is supposed to do when writing a note at the time of their deaths.

Perhaps that is why I am writing to you.

But wishing that I had more time seems completely a waste of time now.

I do regret not telling you things that I felt- not acting on my impulses for once in my life. If I was ever to act on an impulse, and not compartmentalize and rationalize it- it would be with you. You taught me that it was okay to do that.

We have a plan, and if it does not succeed then we will be dead anyway- I debated not telling you, but if you find us already dead, this will save Zach the trouble of figuring out what happened.

If this fails, then our brains will be reduced to jelly.

See, I told you this wasn't your fault.

Goodbye Seeley. I just realized that I never got to tell you how much I loved your first name.

Yours,

Temperance Brennan

Her name was crossed out- written above was

Bones.

The rambling letter was exactly like and unlike Temperance; it was smudged with dirt and what looked like dried blood.

Sully folded it up.

This is why everyone assumed that they had a relationship. Temperance had had feelings, or may still have feelings for Special Agent Seeley Booth.

They hadn't been revealed because her team had found her.

He replaced everything where he had found it.

Slipping back into the bedroom- trying to put to rest the thoughts that were running rampant in his brain.

That letter had been written when she thought she was going to die. Of course it would make you misconstrue any feelings you might have for a person.

Sully went to her closet.

He ran a hand through her clothes.

Stopping only twice.

Once on a hanger that held two loudly colorful ties that pretty much screamed Booth's name.

The next time was on a leather jacket much too large for the anthropologist's petite frame.

Sully moved back into her room, in her shirt drawer was a large t-shirt that proclaimed FBI on the front… he found another that said ARMY.

They were both clearly men's clothes.

Sully knew that they weren't together. And had never been, Temperance was not ashamed by past relationships- but she had been clear when he had asked- that she and Booth had never had anything more than a working relationship.

And Booth left his things everywhere. He had stayed over several times when there had been threats on either of their lives.

A picture that Parker had drawn was on the fridge.

At that point he had gotten the strong urge to go to the Caribbean.

He sighed and crawled back into bed.

She would go with him, if her relationship with Booth, or if a relationship with Booth was not on her mind.

He would know if she was staying for Booth or something else.

If it was something else he would understand.

But it hadn't been- and when Sully had been left standing on his ship- waving back to her as a familiar black SUV pulled into view- he had simply turned around. He had come into her life too late.

She was already in love with someone else.

He had never really had a chance.

Sully breathed deeply the salt air of the Caribbean.

He had loved her and lost her.

But truly in his heart he wished them the best, wherever they were. He had given up gracefully, knowing that the best man would win.

That was until about three months ago.

March 4th

He had suddenly gotten the most irresistible urge to see her face that he couldn't resist it.

The ship had been turned northward and he had docked in St. Augustine two weeks later.

After that it had been a plane ticket to DC. And there he was, sitting outside the Jeffersonian, waiting for her to come in early to work.

When she had seen him- he didn't expect the look of surprise, and then slight panic that flashed across her face.

She smiled- but he could tell it was strained.

"What are you doing here?" She asked- unlocking the side door easily.

He watched her, drinking her up- she was radiant like he had never seen her before. Something was up with her and it made her beautiful.

"I just came for a visit." He answered. "About a week." Then he added wistfully. "I missed you."

She stiffened but didn't turn back toward him and he was forced to follow her through the morning lighted building.

"I missed you too." It wasn't a lie. She had missed him the first few weeks after he left.

His face lit up.

"How was the Caribbean?" She asked quickly.

"Beautiful- lazy, long sunny days filled with nothing but the ocean and the sky."

He elaborated further and she listened closely as they sat in her glass walled office.

He had been living his dream- and loving it as far as she could tell. It was eerie though, hearing him speak of the boat that shared her name.

"How is everything here?" He asked as he wrapped up a story.

She shrugged- unable to articulate the changes that had been going on.

"We tracked down a cannibalistic serial killer."

His eyebrows shot up and he asked to hear the story. She recounted it carefully- and found herself unable to tell the part about Zach being the apprentice.

He didn't seem to notice her omission.

Sully sat there, wide-eyed until the end. Awe-inspired by the team's antics.

"So you guys have kept busy then?"

Brennan was brought back to the present- she had been remembering Booth comforting her after they had found out about the bad news about Zach. He had been her rock.

"Sweetie I've got that rendering you needed- Hey Sully."

Angela looked surprised- but she quickly covered that thought with a smile-

"Long time no see." He replied- standing and reaching out a hand for her to shake.

Hodgins was only minutes behind, they all caught up quickly- with Angela begging for descriptions of the Caribbean. Cam made an appearance and had them all laughing.

Clark Eddison was their present Intern,

Angela made him uncomfortable by explaining who Sully was.

Sully laughed when she explained later about Eddison's phobia of work-personal mixing.

Booth came last.

When he saw Sully his face darkened visibly. There was no mistaking his dislike of the man, although Sully seemed not notice, it seemed to Brennan as if it had been written in Sharpie across Booth's forehead. Why Booth didn't like Sully was completely unknown to her.

"Booth." Sully said smiling and they shook hands like old chums.

"Sully-" Booth returned- smiling his fake smile- "Long time no see, what brings you to our neck of the woods."

Sully smiled meaningfully at Brennan.

"Old friendships."

Angela was afraid that Hodgins and Cam were going to have to restrain Booth. He looked about to strangle the ex-agent.

"Oh… well that sounds… fun." Booth replied tightly.

Sully suddenly looked up- apparently, completely missing his near strangulation.

"Where's Dr. Addy?"

He immediately sensed that he had made some sort of Faux Pa. The entire room went quiet,

Brennan, feeling responsible stood up-

"It's my fault-" She said loudly, too loudly. "I didn't explain that to him when I told him about the Gormogon." She turned to Sully. "The only reason we finally caught Gormogon was because we discovered that Zach was his apprentice, Zach told us where he was hiding and Booth went and… killed him."

Sully's face was truly saddened by this information. He offered what condolences he could to the solemn group.

But they seemed eager to put it behind them- or to live in denial- as it seemed to him.

That was when Cam recommended that they all go to lunch. It looked like Booth was going to strangle her.

Sully woke in Temperance's guest room.

She had offered him a place to stay- and they had sat and talked for a few hours. But when he had tried to kiss her- to feel the connection that they had once had- Temperance herself had felt nothing. And she had denied him that right.

He had taken her rejection well. It might take a few days for her to forgive him. But he had not seen the real reason for her rejection, for some reason every time she considered resuming her relationship with Sully it felt like she was betraying Booth. No matter how many times she told herself that it didn't matter- that the marriage tradition was a clandestine belief- she couldn't do it.

He sat in her guest room- the familiar restlessness waking him.

Sully found himself drawn back to that shelf that had changed their relationship before.

There was a new addition now. A small blue man sat next to the pig. He recognized it as Brainy Smurf- without asking he knew who it was from.

There was also an addition to the scrapbook- the most recent was pictures of London and then Las Vegas.

They had clearly been busy while he was gone. But something was different.

In the pictures after this last Christmas, something was different.

The body language in the pictures was different.

Booth was staring at his partner in something that could only be described as love.

His Temperance was looking at the FBI agent more often in pictures, and her expression and body language said that something was between them now. And it was tangible. She could no longer ignore it.

Temperance Brennan woke the next morning- there was a note on her coffee table.

Dear Tempy,

It was so wonderful to see you. But coming back made me realize that I ended our relationship when I sailed away.

Be safe- and know that you are always in my heart.

Sully

PS- if you are ever in the Caribbean area, be sure to look me up

Temperance Brennan sat down dazedly on her couch- folding the ridiculously short letter up in her hand,

There was a careful knock on her door- someone really didn't want to disturb her, and at this hour, it should only be a handful of people. No one really bothered her until she went in to work.

Booth stood uncomfortably on her doorstep- he looked like a child caught doing something bad.

"Sorry Bones," He said- and sounded like he meant it. "We've got a case- they need you now. The rain is washing away most of the extra evidence, although the bones are still clearly intact." He grinned, "Takes a lot to wash your bones away."

Brennan nodded- "Come in- I'll go get some clothes on."

Booth followed her inside, sitting carefully on her couch.

"You know Bones; if you're busy I'll just get Cam to go. And you know we'll bring the bones back and you can look at them later. I uh- know you have company."

Brennan didn't comment- only quickly slipped into her wet weather clothes.

He raised his eyebrows. She was carrying off high-water boots very well.

Bones eyed his converses skeptically.

"Those will chafe you when they get wet."

He rolled his eyes.

"I came prepared Bones- I've got some highly fashionable boots that match those beauties." Meaning her galoshes "In the trunk of the SUV. I was just trying to avoid looking retarded for as long as possible."

Stepping past him and into the hallway she regarded his garb skeptically.

"You are the one that is going to look foolish in a suit at a muddy crime scene."

He looked down at his clothes while they waited for the elevator.

"What's wrong with my suit? It's completely and perfectly fitted, and it's made in Italy."

Brennan frowned at him

"You are being purposefully dense. Either that or you slept over at someone's house last night and didn't have time to change."

A strange flash of anger welled up inside her at the thought of Booth with another woman, she squashed it quickly.

"I did not."

"Then why do you look so guilty?"

They were in the elevator now- Temperance knew that if they had been quiet Booth would be half-dancing to the monotonous elevator song.

"I fell asleep at work- Ok? You caught me- I was working late."

"On what case?"

She saw by his face that he had no answer.

"It's a new one- that you don't know about, in fact- it's um- confidential so I really shouldn't even be talking to you about it…"

She stared at him. He swallowed and attempted a charm smile. It was the guilty version of the charm smile.

"Why didn't you go home last night Booth?"

He stared at the floor and cleared his throat nervously.

"Didn't want to…" He mumbled. "I don't have Parker until next Tuesday. And I've got no one at home. So I just thought I'd stay and work."

Bones lay a hand on his forearm,

"You should have called- we could have ordered Thai food and watched the western themed movies that you are so fond of. I do have a guest room you know."

"You had company." He replied shortly.

"Oh…" She replied, and was immediately exasperated with her lack of dialogue. "You're right, Sully."

"Sully," He repeated with a tight grin. It conveyed no amusement.

Always Sully.

The door opened with a thump and they made their way to the car.

Booth sat back in his chair- thinking about that day- his mind unknowingly picking up from Sully's thoughts several thousand miles away from him.

He and Brennan had spent an unnaturally silent car ride to the scene.

This never happened.

He knew he was acting like a jealous boyfriend, but he couldn't help it. No matter how many times he thought things through logically. It would always come back to the fact that Sully had barged back into their lives.

But the usual chemistry was back by the time that they finished examining the initial evidence.

In the pouring rain.

He held a flimsy umbrella- but he was soaked to the bone within seconds. She crouched in her full body Jeffersonian issued jumpsuit.

It was cold enough that he wished that he had one too.

Booth had never wished that before- this was bad.

They had run back to the car shrieking with laughter. Well, he was laughing- she had that careful grin on her face that assured him that she was having a good time.

His car was thoroughly soaked- she stripped off her jumpsuit like a second skin. Revealing that she was almost as soaked as he was.

Temperance tried not to stare when he shed his suit coat and she saw that his shirt clung to him.

His muscles were clearly outlined- this was not good.

I'm just assessing him in a singularly professional way- being an Anthropologist and all.

Booth grinned at her cheerfully- his chocolate eyes alight with the wind and rain.

She rolled her eyes- but enjoyed his childish enthusiasm- at least until he shook his head like a big dog- Splattering her with water and hair gel.

Bones squealed and pushed his head away from her.

He laughed and started the car- they were blasted by a jet of cold air. There was a howl in unison as they both tried to twist the knob that controlled the air.

Booth had captured her hand in his unknowingly. They both realized at the same time.

Brennan cleared her throat and Booth jerked his hand off of hers like it had burned him.

She twisted the air and it shut off immediately. Leaving them in silence.

"So definitely murder?"

Brennan jerked- she hadn't been listening- too busy documenting how long his hair had gotten this year.

Generally he spiked it into what he called a Fo-Hawk- but now it hung in his eyes. Mirroring the youthfulness in his eyes with the soaked hair that was standing all over his head from the shaking.

"Yes. The hyoid bone was snapped completely in half, suggesting-"

"-Strangulation." He grinned at her surprised look. "After working with you Squints for 3 years I think I have learned some things."

"Clearly you have steepened your learning curve."

His chest puffed up in pride- and she knew he was just doing this to bother her.

"Sorry about getting you wet." Booth said

She rubbed her face- smearing a splash of mud across her cheek and lip.

"No you're not,"

He nodded.

"You're right- I'm not."

"Philistine."

He jerked up- outraged.

"I told you that story as a confession- that was a sad story!"

She giggled despite herself.

"Sorry-" But she clearly was not.

"I don't know why I tell you anything."

"I feel the same way…"

They smiled at one another- conveying a level of friendship that Sweets would have given a leg to describe.

They drove with the light banter passing between them- he stopped outside her apartment building. She would get changed and meet him at the Jeffersonian to continue on this case. She turned to leave when he noticed the dirt on her cheek.

"Bones you got a little something-" He gestured at her face.

She attempted to clear it- but only made it worse.

Sighing, he reached across and opened the passenger's glove compartment- pulling out a wad of mismatched fast-food napkins. Explaining that- with Parker and his newfound love of ketchup- it was always good to keep a large supply of napkins on hand.

Turning in his seat he seized the clean side of her face- napkin grasped in his other hand. He gently began to wipe the dirt from her face.

"You do this often?" She asked- a little embarrassment welling up.

"Yes." He replied shortly. "Hold still- you've got mud everywhere."

He leaned closer and scrubbed down the side of her face.

Bones giggled as he tickled the side of her neck and folded her head away, attempting to stop him.

He laughed too- and pulled her closer, still scrubbing.

"Stop squirming!" He reprimanded

Finally- got the last bit- crumpling the dirty napkin and throwing into the back floor.

When he came back around he found himself- bare inches from her face. If even inches. He still cupped one side of her face in his hand.

Brennan re-noticed how large his hands were and strong too.

Without thinking he gently ran his thumb down her jaw line- her skin was delicate and soft under his calloused hands.

Brennan was fascinated; she hadn't noticed his hands on her face until he had.

Then he had clearly become uncomfortable- his hands had heated slightly. But he didn't take them away. His touch sent shivers down her spine.

As if drawn by a magnet he pulled his face to hers.

Their lips met- eliciting a small gasp from Bones when she felt his mouth against her own.

The responded congenially, moving their mouths rhythmically against each other as the kiss deepened with their sudden unconstrained desire for one another.

This time Booth was the first one to delve deeper-extending his tongue across her bottom lip and tugging gently with his teeth.

He was having a hard time not showing how deep his feelings truly were.

Booth's hands were still on her face and he gently slid them back to cradle the back of her head- she felt the rough skin on his palm graze her face- the science in her mind informed her that those calluses were caused by the repeated firing of a gun.

Her wet hair brushed against his face leaving trails of water on his skin.

Temperance allowed her hands to move down against his chest as they pressed against one another in an attempt to gain dominance.

For once Brennan allowed him to take control- guiding her back against the seat- he was after all- an Alpha Male- clearly stronger than she. She could feel his muscles strain and tense as he kissed her passionately.

"Bones." He whispered- and the sound of her name spoken so softly and so reverently into her ear made her push him back, sliding onto him as they continued exploring each other's faces.

The sun was beginning to come up over the horizon- Brennan hadn't realized how early it had been when they had left.

She found herself suddenly straddling him in the driver's seat of his car- her hands around his face. He had dropped his- they were around her waist keeping her from falling.

Temperance was amazed that they were both fully clothed. She had never felt this much passion and need for another person without immediately rushing to the gratifying bit. This was just pure and unadulterated happiness, a rush of feeling that came from her heart.

So this is what happiness is... Belonging, safety, trust, Lo-

She immediately broke that thought off -The scariness of it made her jerk backward- thudding heavily into the car horn.

It sounded loudly- scaring both of them half to death.

The only place for her to go in order to silence the horn was to collapse against again. His hands were still on her hips.

Their breaths came in short gasps- neither could quite meet the other's eye.

When they did- they were once again kissing, a feverish energy building.

She could feel his lips smiling on hers- he was releasing something that wasn't just lust. It was something else. Something that scared her more than the mere fact Seeley Booth was kissing her.

Her heart shouted things that she promptly ignored, While the rational side spouted that it was just a chemical reaction- the heart side gave a very Booth-esque snort and turned back to taking charge.

She pulled away- he misread her inscrutable look- suddenly remembering the man that–as far a he knew- was asleep in her apartment- in her bed.

He was about so say something-

His phone went off in the annoyingly perfect timing of cell phones.

"Booth." He said into the receiver- but his voice cracked and sounded husky in Temperance's ears.

"Hey Seeley- its Cam. Do we really have to come in now?"

"Yeah- Bones ID'd a body as a murder." Booth cleared his throat- attempting to make himself sound more normal."

"Am I interrupting something? You sound weird- and out of breath." Something was up.

"No- no, I think I'm getting a cold. Um, me and Bones were out in that rain for forever- I just dropped her off at her apartment. We have both got to change out of these clothes."

Cam smiled into the receiver.

"Ok- whatever Booth, see you later."

He hung up, finding Brennan once again in the passenger seat.

"Why did you lie?" She asked.

"You wanted me to tell her what just happened?"

She shook her head.

"No- about already dropping me off."

Booth shrugged.

"She knew something was up- it seemed like the best thing to do,"

Bones nodded at his logic.

"I hope you aren't coming down with something- cause if you are. I'm going to get it too…"

The repercussions of her words made them both blush

Without another word she opened the car door and ran through the streaming rain into her building, leaving a very uncertain FBI Agent in the car behind her.

They had been awkward around one another- until the case had them busy and sleepless and once again- simply partners.

Ok, so it wasnt really a cliffhanger- but i enjoyed it. There will be more- i just have to proof it again. And yes, i know that the Memory Book/Album thingy is completely false, but i think Brennan has a human side too.

I am looking for a Beta reader who understands the unholy art of Commas and semicolons, but i would like for them to have BONES experience. If you have any suggestions just leave it in a review (See, i'll get you to review somehow.)

Um, review if you like, if you hate it you can leave those too, sometimes they make me laugh. :-) Once again, thankyou for reading- if you see any typos etc. Just share.