First of all, sorry I haven't posted in over a week or so. Not sure how long it's been, but yeah. I've had what was possibly the worst weekend of my life, and this week isn't looking to be much better. I'm not sure how good this chapter will be since I'm in such an indescribable mood, but I really need to get something down to clear my mind. So this will probably be a LOT of fluff, because I think that would make me feel so much better right about now. Thanks for all the responses after the last chapter. I really enjoy reading your comments, so keep them coming! Suggestions are also welcome. So, here goes, and I hope you enjoy. (Oh and I own this story line and a pair of fuzzy socks. But not much else.)

Trenton, New Jersey

Bones and Booth were only an hour or two away from entering New York City when Brennan awoke with a start. She rubbed her eyes and looked out the window, finding the sun rising in the sky above, and snow on the ground outside. Booth looked over at her worriedly.

"You okay?" He asked.

Brennan nodded. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Must have had a bad dream or something. Whatever it was, I don't remember it. Where are we? Have you heard anything else? Did anyone call?" Brennan asked quickly.

Booth smiled. "Trenton, no, and no. I told you I'd wake you if I heard anything, and you know I keep my promises. We should be a bit farther by now, but the snow's really coming down, so we've had to slow down quite a bit. Normally we'd be only an hour or so away, but with this weather…you can at least double that. Road are supposed to get worse the farther north we go as well," he informed her.

"Oh, goodness. It's not even winter yet and we're getting snow. It is beautiful though," Brennan replied softly.

Just then, Booth hit an icy patch on the road, and the SUV began to slide across traffic. Brennan screamed as she grabbed onto the door handle, holding on tightly as the truck spun in circles and rolled over before coming to a stop on the passenger side in a ditch.

All was quiet for a moment before Booth started shouting her name.

"Temperance! Temperance? Are you okay?" He asked, sounding quite shaken.

Brennan hesitated for a moment, taking in her surroundings before answering. "I think I'm alright. I don't hurt anywhere. Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I can't see you though. Don't move. Let me get out and come around to your side. It'll be harder to get you out, but I promise it will be okay," he assured her as he carefully climbed out of the SUV.

"I know," Brennan said softly. She unbuckled her seatbelt and began to move slowly and carefully, letting Booth help slide her out of the car through the broken windshield. She wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed his to pick her up and carry her away from the car.

He stood her on her feet, not letting go of her arms. He looked her over a couple of times, making sure that she wasn't hurt. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked.

Brennan nodded. "Just a few scratches. You?" She replied.

"Nothing's broken," he told her. "Let's get our bags out of the car and call the police. We'll get hotel room until this storm clears. I don't want to go anywhere until I'm sure we're both okay and it's safe to drive again," he told her.

For once, Brennan didn't argue with him, but only nodded in agreement. "Sure. I'm gonna call Ange," she told him as she flipped out her phone.

"Of course. I'll call the cops and get our bags. Here, put your coat on," he said as he threw her jacket to her. "You need to stay warm."

Later that Day

It was shortly after noon, and Brennan and Booth had just checked into a local Embassy Suites. The snow was coming down even harder and heavier than before, and Booth said a silent prayer that they hadn't been hurt. They lay on separate beds in the hotel room, both hoping to get some sleep, making up for the early morning they had.

Brennan snuggled under her blankets, shivering in the cold. The hotel manager had warned them that the heat wasn't working properly due to damaged power lines, and both Booth and Brennan could tell that he hadn't been lying.

After a few minutes of lying in the darkened room shivering, Booth made his way over to the other bed. He piled his own blankets and sheets on top of the bed, and then, without asking, he slid under the sheets next to Brennan, wrapping his arms around her.

"We'll warm up in a minute," he told her, his warm breath on her neck causing goose bumps to dance across her skin.

Brennan nodded. "Thanks. It is really cold in here," she said awkwardly.

"It could be worse," Booth teased to lighten the mood. "Scientifically speaking, what is the fastest way to warm up the body?" He asked her.

Brennan blushed. "Well, scientifically, since you asked, the fastest way to warm up the body would be by the physical contact of bare skin, and vigorous activity," she told him.

"Huh?" Booth asked softly.

"Sex," she replied, sounding somewhat embarrassed.

"Oh…" Booth said in understanding. "Well, seeing as that's not an option, what else?" He asked.

Brennan hesitated. "What do you mean it's not an option? I'm a woman, you are a man, and I'm assuming we both have the physical anatomy needed to engage in intercourse. Why couldn't it happen?" She asked, offended.

Booth shook his head. "I didn't mean that it couldn't happen in a physical way. You're right; technically speaking we could have sex. I just meant that since we're friends, it won't happen," he explained.

Brennan nodded. "Oh, I see. But technically we could you know, I mean if we had to," she said softly.

"Oh, of course. If we had to, we could. Why, were you afraid that I didn't find you attractive?" He teased.

"No! I mean, yes, I thought that's what you were saying, but no, I don't care whether you find me attractive or not. We're partners. It doesn't matter what we think of each other's physical appearances. All that matters is how we interact and work on our cases," she replied.

"True. But, you have to admit that it does require a certain amount of chemistry to be able to sustain a relationship like ours. The kind of chemistry and tension that only occurs when two people find each other attractive," he told her, running his hands through her hair.

Brennan shivered again, but not from the cold. "I suppose so. Wait, are you saying that you do indeed find me attractive?" She asked, turning to face him, their faces only inches apart.

"Don't you know that I do Bones?" He replied softly. "How could such a beautiful woman not realize the effect her beauty has on people?" He asked.

Brennan turned away, but Booth's hand on the side of her face stopped her. "You are beautiful Bones, trust me on that," he assured her.

Brennan nodded. "Uh, thanks," she said quietly, her voice catching in her throat. "You really mean that, don't you?" She asked.

"Yeah, of course I do Bones. Why do you find that so hard to believe?" He asked, taking her hands in his.

"Because no one has ever told me that before," she confessed.

"Oh Bones…" Booth replied softly, pulling her into a hug. "I'm sorry about that, but I promise to tell you how beautiful you are as often as I can," he promised her.

Bones nodded. "Thanks Booth," she said before falling into a deep sleep.

Booth remained awake for a few more minutes, watching her sleep peacefully. He placed a light kiss on her forehead, and then whispered in her ear softly.

"You are beautiful Temperance, so beautiful," he told her before falling asleep.

Brennan smiled in her sleep, and unconsciously moved closer to Booth, snuggling deeper into his warm embrace.