A/N: Here it is! Chapter Three! What will happen? Read and SEE!

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The day was warm, with a cool breeze that ruffled though the trees. Booth stood talking with a few agents, but his eyes kept drifting over to his partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan. She had wandered away from the group and now stood with her arms crossed over her chest.

She looked nervous about something. The remains from the site were processed and bagged for delivery to the Jeffersonian, but something still seemed to be bothering her. Brennan turned to look at Booth. He was surprised at the amount of irritation that washed over her face. What's wrong with her, he wondered. With a shake of his head, he returned his attention to the other agents.

Brennan shifted her weight from her left foot to her right. She uncrossed her arms and re-crossed them. Booth again glanced over at her, and saw her roll her eyes. Something is definitely wrong, Booth thought. He excused himself from the group of agents, and began to make his way over to her.

"Bones, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"No, something is definitely wrong. Now, what's up?"

"How much longer are we going to be here?"

"I don't know, maybe about twenty more minutes. Why?"

Brennan like let out a frustrated sigh, and shifted her weight again. Booth watched her, curious. "Are you sure you're okay, Bones?"

"I'm fine," Brennan said. Again she shifted.

"You don't look fine."

"I said I'm fine," Brennan growled.

"Brennan, if you don't tell me what's wrong, so help me..."

"I have to use the bathroom," she said through gritted teeth. Booth took in her stance and general aggravation and began to laugh. Hard.

"What was that, Bones?" Brennan glanced around to make sure nobody was around, and repeated herself.

"I said…that I have…to go…to the…bathroom." Booth put a hand over his mouth, but the laughter rolled out through his fingers. Brennan rolled her eyes. "It's not funny."

"Yes it is," Booth said. "And I thought I recognized your little shuffle there." Brennan stopped in mid-motion of shifting her weight.

"I don't know what that means."

"Bones," he said between gasps. "You're doing the pee-pee dance."

"The pee-pee dance? I hardly think that's an apt description Booth."

"Apt description or not," Booth said. "It is so what you're doing."

"I am not doing the…the pee-pee dance." The sound of her saying the childish term set Booth to laughing again.

"Yes, you are, Bones. Come on, let's get you to a restroom before you have a boo-boo."

"Geez Booth, what are you, five?"

"You're the one doing the pee-pee dance, not me."

Brennan rolled her eyes and followed Booth to the SUV. "If you say 'pee-pee' one more time," she threatened after he opened the door for her. She poked him in the chest. "I swear I'll break your arm." Booth laughed.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, with a mock salute. Brennan shook her head, and climbed in, relieved to take the pressure off her bladder.

Booth climbed into the driver seat and as he drove away from the site, watched Brennan squirm in her seat. She threw him a few more disgruntled looks as he hit bumps in the dirt road. He tried to suppress more laughter, but was finding it extremely difficult. After about five minutes, they reached the main highway and a gas station. Brennan was out of the vehicle before it rolled to a stop. She walked, bent over, like an old woman in an attempt to make it to the bathroom without an accident. As she disappeared inside, Seeley shook his head.

I hope she makes it, Booth thought and then leaned back in his seat to wait.

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