A/N: This chapter has not been beta'ed. Sorry. But since it's just a fun little thing I haven't recuited a new beta yet. I do have two offers, so rest assured that when the new chapter for 'The Sinful Rose' is posted, it will be beta'ed. I did run this chapter through spell and grammar check. Sorry for any mistakes.

Brennan looked across the table at her partner. She took in the way he carefully chewed each bite of his food. Booth reached out for his wine and caught the stare of the woman he ate with. "What?" he said around a swig.

"Nothing," she quickly mumbled, dropping her eyes back to her own food.

"Bones, come on, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she repeated shaking her head. "I was…just thinking."

"'Bout what?" Brennan pushed the last bit of food around her plate and then finally sat her fork down.

"My Secret Santa."

"What about him?" Booth asked, suddenly worried.

Again Brennan shook her head. "What if he's, I don't know, maybe he really is some weirdo, to quote you." Booth followed her lead and sat his fork down.

"I was just joking," he said. "I'm sure whoever he is, he's just a fan who wants to make you happy for Christmas."

"I don't know, Booth."

"Listen, Bones, a lot of strange things happen in this season. Don't question it so much." Brennan picked her eyes up to look at him and smiled.

"Maybe you're right."

"Of course I am," he agreed. "Would I lead you astray?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

Booth smiled. "Maybe you're right on that one." They sat in silence for a moment before Booth spoke again. "You ready to get of here?"

"Sure." Booth paid the bill and then led Brennan out the small restaurant. The snow drifted down softly, landing gently on Brennan's eyelashes. They made their way through the settled snow, leaving two pair of prints behind them. Booth smiled at the snow that covered Brennan's hair. Slowly he reached out and brushed some of the flakes from her shoulder. The action surprised both of them, but Brennan didn't pull away.

"Look," Booth said, pointing out toward an empty park. "Come on." He grabbed her arm and pulled her with him.

"What are you doing?" Brennan asked, when Booth let go of her and walked out into an undisturbed area.

"Enjoying the peacefulness of it all." Brennan watched her partner's back and smiled. In a quite motion, she bent down and grabbed a handful of snow. She quickly packed it down and, with a wicked grin she threw it at Booth. The ball of fluffiness hit his dark coat and exploded. Her laughter filled the air when she saw his shoulders tense.

"Oh, I know you didn't," Booth said. He scooped up a handful of snow, turned and threw it at the scientist. Brennan moved quickly and the snowball only hit her in the arm.

"This means war," she called, making a new ball. The two laughed and dodged balls for about fifteen minutes before Booth finally ran toward her, grabbed her around the waist and picked her up off the ground. "Booth," she squealed as she twisted in his grip and fought to get loose. Booth let out a small yelp as he lost his footing and landed with a thump on his back, Brennan atop him. They both laughed at how ridiculous they looked until they noticed how close their faces were to each other. The smile on Brennan's face faded slightly, but she didn't try to move. Booth searched her eyes for a moment, before he reached up and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Truce?" he asked, thankful that he had found his voice.

Brennan nodded slowly. "Yeah."

"Good." They remained as they were for a moment longer, noses almost touching and Booth's arms tight around her waist. His eyes drifted down to Brennan's mouth when her tongue darted out to wet her lips. When he picked his stare back up to her eyes, he was surprised to see them wide with emotion.

"Booth," she said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"We're being stared at." Brennan motioned with an upward nod and Booth struggled to cast an upside-down glance at the group of teenagers watching them. Brennan pushed herself up and then held out a hand, and helped pull Booth to his feet.

"Thanks." Brennan gave him a smile, then reached out and brushed some snow from Booth's coat. He returned the smile. "Lets go before the mob attacks," he teased.

XxXxX

Brennan walked into her office with a cup of coffee. After an hour-long meeting, she was looking forward to some time by herself. She mentally checked off a list of what she needed to do before Booth picked her up for dinner. Brennan smiled when pictures of dinner from the night before floated through her mind. Her smile grew when she remembered the snowball fight. "You look happy," Angela pointed out as Brennan walked into the office.

"Why are you sitting in my office?" Brennan asked as she crossed over to her desk.

"Guess what I have?"

"Too much energy?" Brennan guessed.

"Cute, but no." Angela held up a small box. "Another present addressed to Doctor Temperance Brennan delivered while you where in your meeting." She sat the box down on the desk with a wide smile. "Open it." Brennan didn't even try to hide her smile as she pulled the envelope from the package and opened it.

"The Christmas Spirit drifts down on snow flakes," she read. "Secret Santa." Brennan placed the card to the side and began to open the box. Carefully she pulled out a snow globe. Inside was an empty field with a trees and a barn. In the middle of the scene was a horse drawn carriage with two figures snuggled together in the front seat. Brennan gently shook the globe and watched the snow float down just like the day before.

XxXxX

Booth strolled into Brennan's office at eight o'clock and announced his arrival with, "Bones, you ready to go?"

"Give me a minute," she said, watching the agent out the corner of her eyes. Booth walked by the desk, and absent mindedly, picked up the snow globe as he sat down. He gave it a shake and watched the snow. "Careful with that."

"I wasn't going to play ball with it," Booth replied. "Where did you get it from, anyhow?"

"My Secret Santa," she answered.

"First flowers, then a CD and now a snow globe. I wonder what he's trying to tell you?"

"Thought you said he was just trying to make me happy?"

"I did," Booth said. Brennan watched Booth closely, looking for anything that might tell her if he was the one sending the items to her, but there were none. Booth just simply shook the globe again and then placed it back on the corner of the desk. Maybe he didn't send them. Booth smiled at the look Brennan gave him, and couldn't wait to send her the next gift.

Admit it, you thought they were gonna kiss, didn't you?