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Very early on a wonderful spring morning, Special Agent Seely Booth arrived at the Jeffersonian Institute with a bag of fresh bagels in tow and a smile on his face. He was in a good mood, and he had every right to be after successfully closing a complicated case the night before.

He was going to see how Bones was doing, probably she was already working on some poor dead guy called John Doe something. Maybe he could persuade her to have a little breakfast in her office to start off the day? As he entered the lab, he could already hear he was not mistaken, as Bones already seemed to be in the midst of identifying a body.

"John Doe 2577. Caucasian, probably in his mid-thirties. Poor bone density, which is rare for that age. Cause might be genetic or an aquired disease which..."

"Hey, Bones!" Booth interrupted Brennan's monologue. "Care for a bagel?"

Brennan frowned at him. "Don't interrupt me, Booth. And thanks, I already ate an apple for breakfast. Zach?" she said, turning to the young doctor standing right next to her.

"Thanks, Dr. Brennan, but I'm actually not that fond of bagels and..." Zach was cut off by an impatient Temperance Brennan.

"Dr. Addy, I was not talking about breakfast here. If you don't mind, I was referring to these bones. Maybe you could take a closer look at them and come up with a possible explanation for the low bone density."

Zach nodded and hurried to get a magnifying glass. Booth chuckled. Brennan shook her head in disbelief.

"Booth, can I actually do anything for you? Because if not, I would love to get my work done." she snapped. Booth came up to her, waving the paper bag containing the bagels right in front of her nose.

"Sure you don't want any? Come on, Bones. They are fresh and totally delicious!" he promised. Bones sighed.

"Booth, please. I know you feel great because we wrapped up that case last night. And it's nice. But that was just a small portion of the work that is actually waiting here for me, and I just can't understand how you cannot see that I'm busy."

He was about to answer, when the ringing of his cell phone stopped him from doing so. He threw the bagels into the arms of the anthropologist, and grabbed the phone from his coat pocket.

"Booth." he answered the call. "Oh, good morning sir...excuse me?...right, well, I was actually just about to come to the office to...yes, sir. Of course. ... Dr. Brennan, yes, Sir, coincidentally Dr. Brennan is standing right next to me. I was...ahem, I wanted to pick something up at her office."

Brennan rolled her eyes. She opened the paper bag in her hands for a quick glance at its contents. Well, actually, those bagels did look delicious. Maybe just one small bite... She reached for a sun dried tomato one. Booth was still on the phone.

"Yes, Sir. No, no problem. ... We will be right there. Bye."

Booth quickly slid the phone back in his pocket and grabbed a surprised Brennan by her arm, stopping her from snatching the bagel and moving her towards the lab doors.

"Hey!" she protested. "First you promise me breakfast, and then I don't even get to taste a single bite."

"We have to go. There's a case waiting for us. You can eat on our way to the airport." Booth explained to her. Bones pulled her arm away and turned around.

"Let me at least get my things," she said, while hurrying up some stairs and grabbing her jacket and a lab case. "And anyway, the airport? If we have to fly somewhere I probably need an overnight bag, don't I?

Booth shook his head while heading out of the lab.

"Nobody said we're flying, Bones. The case might be waiting for us on airport territory, but it is down on the ground."

Short chapter, I know. But if I get to write what I have in mind, this might gonna get good. So bare with me - and please review...