A/N: Here is the second chap. I am thinking of writing a bit more on this fic, I just need some IDEAS Please, write and let me know if there is anything you want to see in this fic, or any stray plot bunnies you have floating around. THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED!! KEEP IT UP!

Disclaimer: Not mine... (someday??)

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Once Brennan was in the passenger's seat, securely buckled in, she promptly fell asleep, her head somehow finding Booth's shoulder a comfy pillow.

Booth chuckled at his sleeping partner. "Oh Bones. What am I going to do with you??" he mused, pulling out of the Jeffersonian parking lot and heading in the direction of Wong Foos. Once there, Booth hopped out of the car, and after a last loving glance at the sleeping anthropologist, he walked into the restaurant.

"Hey G-man! Where's the bone lady?" asked Sid, the bartender.

"Asleep in the car. She's got a nasty case of the flu or something. You have anything that might help?"

"I know just the thing. Hold on a second." He disappeared into the kitchen, and after much scuffling and banging, returned with a few take-out boxes. "Here you go. She should be better soon. You take care of her, ok? And tell her 'get well soon' from me." With a final wave, Booth left the restaurant and returned to his SUV.

Bones was still asleep, so he drove to her apartment in silence. Once there, he contemplated on the means of getting someone incapable of walking up to the 7th floor of an apartment building while carrying take-out boxes.

After much thought, Booth decided to carry her up and then come back for the food. With Brennan in his arms, Booth made his way through the doors and into the elevator with the help of the man at the front desk. The only problem was opening her door without putting her down, but Booth managed. Then, after running back downstairs for the food, he was finally able to relax.

Bones, who was asleep on the couch, woke to the smell of Chinese and the sound of snoring. Getting her bearings, she realized that she was on the couch in her apartment. How did I get he-. Oh. Booth The object of her thoughts stirred in his sleep, causing Brennan to fully realize her position.

Curled on her side, with Booth's arms wrapped around her holding her close, and using Booths stomach as a pillow, she was very comfortable. And warm. And she had a pounding headache. Groaning, she sat up. The movement awoke Booth.

"Bones, you ok?" Booth asked, sitting up as well, a concerned look on his face.

Bones had her head in her hands. Booth reached up and for the second time that day he felt her forehead. She was burning up.

"Jeez Bones. Hold on a sec." Booth left and walked in the direction of her bathroom. Of course, she didn't object, as she was too concentrated on gritting her teeth against the mixture of nausea, migraine and that wonderful feeling of exhaustion you get when you have the flu.

Booth returned minutes later, reading the label on a bottle of extra-strength Tylonol. Taking out two pills he handed them to Brennan along with a small glass of water. After swallowing them and being forced to eat a bit of chicken noodle soup from Sid's, she (for want of a better word) flumped back down on the couch, eyes closed, with one arm flung over her eyes to block out the offending light of day.

"Oh! Sorry Bones." Booth went around and turned off all the lights and also closed the blinds. "Better?" he asked softly, after returning to the couch to sit beside Brennan.

Opening one eye, she looked around. She could just make out Booth in the semi-gloom, who was absent-mindedly running his fingers through her hair. It felt so good. The slow relaxing rhythm of his hands started to lull her to sleep.

Booth suddenly realized that he was still running his hands through her hair, and stopped abruptly.

"Mumph. Don't stop." Bones mumbled weakly. Chuckling, Booth returned to his previous actions. That is how Angela found them in the morning, Bone's head in Booth's lap, Booth slumped over so that he was leaning against the arm of the couch, his hands still tangled up in her hair.

Biting back a squeal, Angela slowly backed out of the apartment, after leaving some chicken noodle soup on the counter along with a note saying that Dr. Goodman was back, Cam had moved to New York and that she wanted DETAILS as soon as she was back at work. She had also scrawled at the bottom of the note. "Do something I would do, sweetie!".

Booth slowly woke. He smiled at the sight of his Bones asleep in his arms. Reaching over, he ran a hand over her forehead. Her feaver was gone. Sighing in contentment, Booth snuggled closer to his partner, deciding he liked it when she needed him. Yes, he thought, tightening his arms around her, he could definatly get used to this.