Booth walked in the front door that evening to the smell of roast chicken.
"Wow Bones are you cooking again?" he called out, dropping his coat on a bench in the hall.
"I really don't appreciate the sarcastic comment Booth. I have other culinary skills besides Mac and Cheese and microwavable meals." She replied from the kitchen.
"Hang on my dinner last night was microwavable?" he laughed and made his way towards the kitchen,
"Yes and since we've had take away nearly every other night since we've been here I thought it was about time I cooked something healthy." He opened the door to the kitchen
"Right Bones anything as long as I get fe… Wow Bones!" he yelped. She turned from the sink to face him.
"What?"
"Your…Your hair!"
"You don't like it?" she asked running her hand through her new hair style, she was also wearing slim silver glasses.
"It's… Blonde!" he said stepping closer to get a better look.
"Technically it copper blonde. I decided that even though you were you were right, and the photo on the book is quite different to what I look like now two years on, I didn't want to risk it. I had this colour for a while when I was in foster care so I said I'd go back to it for a while."
"It's short!"
"It's not that short." She said, her hair was now just down to her shoulders. She had it straightened.
"And the glasses? " he smiled.
"I got that idea from the stuff you told me about Clark Kent. It's my secret identity!" she smiled.
"I don't know if I'm more surprised at your new look or at the fact that you got a pop culture reference right!" she stared at him over her new glasses.
"So what do you think?" she asked.
"I think it will take some time to get used to but…" He took a strand in his hand. "… I think I like it." He grinned.
"Come on, sit down diners ready!" she laughed and pushed him away from her.
They sat down at the table.
"Ok so the book club is on tomorrow at half past six. We'll be in the living room for the night."
"That's grand I want to go into the agents in town anyway." She looked up at him.
"Without me?"
"You have your little wives meeting! I'll tell you all about it afterwards." He grinned.
"Don't call it that!" she said giving him a dig in the ribs.
"Alright, alright sorry!" he laughed and dug into his chicken. Brennan just rolled her eyes and finished her own dinner. She couldn't get used to the red-blonde hair that passed in front of her face every so often, and the little extra weight that was on her nose, but she did feel that she was doing a little extra to try and keep their cover.