Your Bones?

The case was a quick one, at least in terms of Temperance Brennan's involvement. Dental was fully available and cause of death was apparent. The police officer, squeamish and inexperienced, had been a little hasty to declare the need for a forensic anthropologist. CSI would have done fine. The victim, a young man, died of alcohol poisoning. His friends probably knew about it, had found him dead, and panicked. The local police were to handle that, and by lunch-time, Booth and Brennan were off the case.

"I don't feel much like eating." Booth said, thinking of the maggots.

"Neither do I." Brennan agreed, with a similarly queasy expression.

"Did that bother you?"

"I hate maggots. That's why I don't do skin. I like nice, clean bones. Little squirmy…" she shuddered. "That's Hodgins' thing."

"Well. You going back to the lab, then?"

"I have to if I'm spending the weekend with your family." She smiled wryly at him. "I have ids to do."

"That's two abbreviations in a day and agreeing to spend the weekend with me! And squeamishness! Who are you and what have you done with my Bones?" he laughed as they pulled in.

"Your Bones?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah." He said defensively. "I mean, you know."

"See you tomorrow." She said, closing the door. "And try to wait until after eight to call me!" she called back. He let her get ahead of him and then tailed her through the parking lot until he saw her enter the building. As she opened the door, she turned and waved. He sped away like nothing had happened, except there was a foolish grin on his face. That was Wednesday. He didn't see his Bones until lunch the next day, when he walked in unannounced.

"She missed you." Angela told him as she exited Hodgins' office. The blinds were drawn. Booth ignored her as he swiped in and walked up behind Brennan. He stuck his fingers into her sides right below her ribs. Her uncharacteristic squeal caught the attention of everyone in the lab.

"Booth!" she pushed him.

"Get a room!" Hodgins yelled. He had stuck his head out of his office to see what the commotion was.

"Maybe you and Angela could help us with that!" Booth yelled back. Hodgins just grinned and went back to whatever the hell he did when Angela wasn't in his office.

"I'm taking you to lunch." Booth grabbed her arm with his left hand and put his right behind her back and compelled her toward the door. The next thing he knew, he was on his back and his vision was slowly clearing.

"Man, you are so whipped." Hodgins's grin was the first thing he saw clearly as he tried to blink the blackness away.

"Jack!" the whole lab heard Angela. Hell, the people in the museum probably heard Angela.

"Coming!" Hodgins' face disappeared.

"I did feel sorry for you." Booth grumbled as Brennan helped him up. "But now? I'm going to enjoy this weekend."

"I need to finish this. Go away."

"Okay, fine, but I just thought we could talk about packing."

"Packing?"

"Yeah. My parents live in Pittsburgh. Didn't I mention that?"

"I was sorry for hurting you. But now I'm not." Brennan glared.

"Fine. I'm just saying, I'll be by tomorrow at 6:00."

"6:00 am?"

"And make sure you pack some dress thing. My mother loves any excuse to throw a party."

"I'm ignoring you."

"Fine. Make it 5:30."

"What?"

"Hey, I've got Parker. The kid will be bouncing off the walls. I'm not sleeping."

"6:30." She said in a tone that brooked no argument. He backed away.

"See you then." She raised one hand in a distracted wave.

AN: I initially wrote this with the vague idea that they were driving a lot farther than Pittsburgh, and went from there, so... sorry. Lazy, I know, but I really don't know how to fill any more time at his parent's house