Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews to the last chapter! I always enjoy getting them. I went back and read over the last chapter only to find that for some reason my computer decided to delete the names of the websites that Temperance was on. Just so you know, when she found the book, she was on amazon. Anyway, I also noticed a typo about the girl's name (the girl they ID) I called her Debra Grey and then I called her Donna...just so you know, her name is Debra. :-) Sorry about that! I'll try to do better. This chapter doesn't have much case stuff in it. It was going to, but I was having to much fun when I wrote it. :-) Anyway, hope you like it, go ahead and read.

Booth paid for dinner, despite Temperance's protests, and after finishing the two climbed back into the SUV and headed home. The adrenaline flowing between the pair was palpable. Since Booth was driving, Temperance quickly flipped on the interior light in the car and turned the cover of the paperback so that she was looking at the first page. Without any discussion, Booth turned the radio off and sat in silence, waiting for Temperance to begin. She did so a few moments later, reading aloud as they rolled down the highway.

Temperance and Booth rode until they reached Temperance's apartment, both engrossed in the story, both quick to point out any small detail that might link the book with their case. There were large sections of exposition that they merely skipped over. If they needed to, they could come back to these later. For now, they just wanted to know if they had a legitimate lead in their case.

Booth killed the engine when he arrived at Temperance's, and the two entered the building. Temperance's eyes remained focused on the book through almost the entire walk, glancing up only briefly to unlock the door to let them into the apartment. After they were inside, Temperance pulled her keys from the lock and closed the door behind them. Then she paused, glancing down at the ridged pieces of metal in her hand.

"We left my car at the Jeffersonian," she stated, somehow only now realizing that they had left from her office together.

Booth paused for a beat. Obviously he had forgotten as well. "Oh, yeah." He was quiet for another beat and then gave a slight shrug. "Oh, well. I can give you a ride to work tomorrow." And with that he tossed his keys on her kitchen counter.

Temperance gave him an odd look. "You're planning on staying here tonight?"

Booth turned quickly. "No. I just meant…you know…I can pick you up in the morning. After I leave my house. Where I will be going when I leave here. Tonight."

Temperance had to smile slightly. He sounded flustered, although it was obvious he was trying to hide it. For a second, Temperance wondered why he suddenly was acting so nervous, but pushed the thought away when he gave her one of his classic smiles. The nerves had dissipated. Temperance gave him a small smile in return. "Then we should probably try to get there early in the morning. If Angela sees you dropping me off, we'll never hear the end of it."

Booth gave Temperance a mischievous smile, as if they were sharing a private joke. "Yeah," he agreed.

Temperance stepped into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. "Want anything to drink?" she asked.

Booth pushed his hands into his pockets. "Water would be great if you have it."

Temperance grabbed another bottle and closed the fridge door, giving him another look and the slightest hint of a smile. "If I have it? I might not be domestic, but I do keep water in the house."

Booth smiled slightly again, rocking back on his heels. 'Real smooth, man,' he berated himself. "No, you know, I mean, I don't want to put you to any trouble or anything."

Temperance shook her head, handing him the bottle. "It's water, Booth, not a kidney."

Booth accepted the bottle. After a beat, the mischievous light jumped back into his eyes. "What, no ice? Gosh, Bones, I knew you weren't domestic, but I figured you would at least keep ice in the house…"

Temperance hit him playfully on the shoulder as she passed him before dropping into a chair in the living room. "Watch it, you're about this close to imposing on my hospitality." She held her index finger and thumb about an inch apart in the air to illustrate her point.

Booth gave her another smile and dropped onto the couch. "Okay, now where were we?"

Temperance tossed the book to him. "Page 38."

Booth nodded and began reading aloud as Temperance listened.

The sound of a man's voice caused Temperance to wake with a start.

"Grilled cheese sandwiches…"

When the words unscrambled themselves in Temperance's brain, her heart rate decreased. Grilled cheese sandwiches? She was momentarily confused, and then she heard the voice again.

"I can't take a math test in my underwear…"

Booth. Temperance's mind clicked into place as she recognized the male voice, husky with sleep. Memories of the night before came back to her. At some point, Booth had tossed the book back to her so he could listen while he rested his eyes. They must have both fallen asleep after that. Temperance glanced at the floor, where she saw the book lying upside down. Apparently she had also dropped it before going to sleep.

"I don't know how to fly the rocket…"

Temperance smiled. Seeley Booth talked in his sleep. Somehow that was something she wouldn't have guessed. Temperance glanced out the window at the sky which was lit with the first traces of mornings light. She breathed in a swallow of air. The sky was clear. It looked like it would be a nice day. She smiled. She was in a good mood, she realized. She tried to tell herself that it had nothing to do with the man who was sleeping on her couch. She tried to convince herself that she was just in a good mood because, from what they had read of the book, it paralleled very closely with the murder they were working on. And yet, even as she told herself that her good mood was totally unrelated to Booth, she realized that she had been staring at him and smiling for a good five minutes.

"Bones…"

Temperance's heart rate shot back up. 'He's mumbling in his sleep, that's all,' she told herself. 'You don't know if he was dreaming about you. He just said 'bones', not 'Temperance'. He was probably dreaming about actual bones.' In spite of her denials, Temperance's heart rate did not decrease.

Booth mumbled something else in his sleep, but it was inaudible, and after saying it he shifted and rolled over on the couch. He was silent for a moment then, and soon Temperance heard him begin to softly snore.

Temperance exhaled a breath that she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She stood up from the chair that she had been folded into, her muscles protesting as she did so, and padded quietly to the bathroom where she slipped off her clothes and climbed into the shower. It was early, but she was too awake to fall asleep again now, and besides, they needed to get an early start if they wanted to get to the office safely before Angela.

Booth woke up a short while later, and after processing that he had, in fact, spent the night at Temperance's house, he moved into a sitting position and waited for his thoughts to finish orienting him.

He had slept well, despite the fact that his legs hung off the couch, and although his muscles and head were vaguely sore, he felt rested. He heard Temperance moving about in her bedroom, and for a moment wondered where she had slept. A quick glance at the chair gave him his answer, as he noted that the pillows which had sat so neatly on it when they arrived the night before were now mashed and in disarray.

Temperance emerged from her room a moment later, dressed and ready to face the day. He gave her a weary smile. "Mornin', Bones."

Temperance felt her stomach flip slightly at the sound of her nickname, recalling his utterance of it when he was sleeping. She gave him a warm smile. "How did you sleep?"

Booth yawned broadly. "Very well." He rubbed his hands over his face. "Would you mind if I used your shower?"

Temperance pointed to the bathroom door. "Towels are in the cabinet," she said as she walked into the kitchen. "Cereal and bagels with coffee okay for breakfast?"

Booth nodded. "Sounds great. Don't go to any extra trouble because I'm here, though."

Temperance turned, rolling her eyes. "It's cereal, Booth." She gave him a slight smile.

Booth smiled back, putting his hands up in defense. "Okay, okay. Thank you."

She nodded briefly as he headed into the bathroom.

While Temperance busied herself in the kitchen, Booth closed the door behind himself in the bathroom. He took a deep breath. The air was a mixture of shampoo, soap, and warm water. The smell was fresh and cozy at the same time. Booth stripped off his clothes and climbed into the shower.

The walls and floor were still wet from Temperance's bath. He noted the fact that suds still clung to the bar of soap that was situated by the conditioner. He started to reach for it, and paused. Was he allowed to use her soap? Somehow it felt so…personal. It was as if he were invading her privacy. 'It's soap,' he told himself. 'Soap. What's the big deal?' He started to reach for it again, and again he stopped short. 'The big deal is it's hers. The big deal is she uses it when she's naked…' He shook his head. "Get a grip," he muttered to himself, and with that he grabbed the bar of soap.

He washed quickly, running some of her shampoo through his hair, scrubbing her soap on his body. When he was finished, he rinsed off the last of the lather the turned the knobs to blast him with a stream of cold water. As the icy stream shot down at him, he willed the thoughts of Temperance to go away. When he was sufficiently calmed down, he turned off the water and began to towel off.

He glanced around her bathroom as he dried himself. It was, he expected, a typical female bathroom. There were some items on the counter that appeared to contain makeup, a hair dryer, two hair brushes, and various other small things that he would expect a girl to have. Face scrub in the shower. Hand lotion. Her razor.

After he was dry, he tied the towel around his waist and gathered up his clothes. He was all that excited about putting on the same clothes he had worn the day before, but knowing he didn't have a choice, he prepared to dress himself. He glanced about the bathroom. His shower had left the air infused with steam, making him feel damp. He pulled on his clothes quickly, and in the process, caught a whiff of his wrist. He paused, lifted it, and smelled it again. He smiled. He smelled like…her. Like soap and sandalwood.

After dressing, he stuck his head out the door. "Hey, Bones? Do you have a toothbrush I could use?"

"Under the sink. And there's an extra razor, too, if you want to use it."

Booth used both. After he was finished, he straightened up and headed into the kitchen where Temperance sat, drinking coffee and reading the paper. He saw a bowl sitting on the counter, along with a bagel on plate and a coffee mug and spoon. A box of cereal sat nearby. He helped himself, grabbing the milk quickly from the fridge and pouring it over his flakes before sitting the chair opposite Temperance.

She took a bite of her own cereal and passed him the front page of the paper, which accepted and began reading. They sat for a while in silence, both eating, both reading the news, only commenting occasionally over an article or particularly interesting piece of news.

When they had finished, Temperance rose and cleaned up their dishes. Booth stood up as well, carrying his things to the sink.

"So, are we going to work on tracking down Ophelia Stone today?" Temperance asked as she let the warm water run over the dishes.

"Seems like a good idea. At least we can pick her brain and see if she can offer us any new ideas." They finished the dishes and Temperance and Booth headed to the living room, where they gathered up their things and prepared to head off to work.

"Did you turn the coffeepot off?" Booth asked as they walked toward the door.

"Yeah," Temperance answered. "Don't forget to lock the door behind you."

Booth nodded, pulling the door closed. After he did this, both Temperance and Booth stopped for a moment as their domesticity hit them. When had they become so comfortable with one another? Shaking it off and hoping the other hadn't noticed their hesitation, they both headed for Booth's SUV.

After climbing in, Booth stuck his key in the ignition and turned. Nothing happened. Booth flipped the key back to off, sat for a second, and tried again.

Still nothing. And nothing the third time. Or the forth.

Booth sighed. "We have a problem. It won't start."

"What do you mean it won't start? It has to start."

"It won't start."

"It has to."

Booth put his hands up. "Hey, don't tell me, tell the car. The engine won't turn over."

Temperance gave a frustrated sigh. "Then how are we supposed to get to work?"

Booth shrugged, and Temperance glanced over at him.

Their eyes met, and mutual understanding passed between them. They were going to have to call Angela for a ride.

"Well," Temperance said as she pulled out her cell phone, "this should be fun to explain."

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