When Brennan opened her eyes he was already gone that was a normal occurrence now. It had been a month since the book club, and although she couldn't say that she liked it here, they were definitely getting used to it. She still hated not having anything to do all day besides housework and she missed her job and her friends so much, but she couldn't let Booth know that. She told him she was happy, which in a way she was. But not completely. It was a different kind of happiness. She couldn't let him know that she checked all the newspapers everyday to find out what cases the rest of the team was working on. That she still missed it all. She knew that he already blamed himself for their situation, and she didn't want to make it worse.

He turned off the main road onto a shortcut he had found that led to the school. It was the same as every other morning had been for the past few weeks. He had woken early and gotten out of bed. Getting ready he had kissed her on the forehead and left the house. She hadn't even stirred. Things were great between them. There was no tension anymore. Well at least none of the old kind of tension. He knew she was in pain from the loneliness. And he knew that she checked every single paper she could get her hands on to find any news about the Jeffersonian. And he knew it was his entire fault. Why had he kilt the intruder. He could have just taken him down and they would still be at home. Sometimes he was grateful for it. If they hadn't gone into witness projection they would never have gotten together. He shook his head at the thought of it. He would sacrifice the happiness he now had from being with her, in a heartbeat so that she could be as happy as she was before. So that she could still have all her friends and her job.

Getting out of the car she looked up at the enormous stone building. The high school. Turning around and looking down the road she could clearly see the spot where Booth had first kissed her. She left the car park and found the main door. It was her first time visiting the school. Following the sign in the hall way she found the office. Sitting inside was a middle aged woman with a big bun of blonde hair sitting on her head. She looked up as Brennan entered the office.

"Can I help you sweetheart?" she asked with a faint accent that Brennan couldn't place.

"Hi. I'm looking for David Deschanel." She smiled.

"He has a class in the music room right now." She replied

"Great thanks."

"Can I just ask who you are?" a door behind the secretary opened.

"There's no need to ask Peggy!" said an elderly stocky man who had just walked into the office. "This must be that beautiful wife he's always harping on about!" Brennan blushed slightly.

"Emily Deschanel." She smiled.

"Charles McGuane. Principle." They shook hands. "Wow David is a very lucky man. Talent, good looks and a stunner to go home to!" he laughed with a voice that reminded her of the Santa's that filled malls from late November to early January.

"Leave the poor girl alone Charlie!" Peggy laughed. "Take the stairs at the end of the hall to your right, top of the stairs first door on your left." She told Brennan.

"Thank you." she smiled and left the office, as she did she heard the secretary giving out to her boss.

"You embarrassed the poor child!" she scolded. Brennan laughed and walked down the hall.

A few students were out early for lunch and were at the lockers at the two sides of the long hall. As she came towards the stairs she heard three girls talking about Booth.

"I still don't know what to make of Mr. D. How can he be a music teacher? He's just too good looking!" one said. Brennan stopped and pretended to look in her bag.

"Do you think he's gay?" the shortest of the three asked. Brennan nearly laughed.

"No way, with those muscles!" the third laughed.

"I have him straight after lunch so maybe we can get something out of him." The first spoke again. Brennan laughed and walked on. She found the stairs easily and went up to the second floor. It was obvious which was the music room the second she looked around. It had stickers on the door of music notes on the door. She knocked and walked in. There was no class there and no Booth. She looked around. He was right it was bigger then her office. There was a large piano at the top of the room. She walked down through the desks towards it. Running her fingers over the keys she smiled and then played the one tune she knew chopsticks. Unknowns to her the door behind the teachers desk opened.

"Oh God Bones don't tell me you can play piano too! Is there nothing you can't do?"

Booth laughed.

"Don't worry that's the only piece I know. But maybe you teach me." She shrugged.

"Maybe." He put his arms around her waist. "You sleep well?"

"Yes I did very well thank you." she smiled. "So what are we having for lunch?" Booth grinned and turned to his desk. Pulling an apple pie out of a bag he said.

"Present from the Home Economics department." She raised an eyebrow at him.

"That's all you're giving me for lunch."

"Think of it as more of a snack. I have reservations for us at a restaurant in down this evening." He smiled. "Its been a month to the day so I figured that I better take you out for a proper dinner!" she just smiled. He walked around his desk and pulled out a chair. "Care to sit down?"

"I think, I will." She sat down. He sat across from her and pulled out two forks from the bag.

"Dig in!" he threw his charm smile at her.