I apologize for the gap in posting and thank everyone for reading/reviewing/alerting. I hope this chap was worth the wait:D And I will get back to posting this story quicker;)

A thanks for Caris Bennet for her help.

Disclaimer: Bones belongs to Fox.

Since they couldn't get a hold of either of the love birds, Booth called a cab to accompany Brennan to her place. As they waited he asked her why she seemed so exhausted.

"I just returned from a dig."

"Archeologist?" Booth questioned with interest.

"No, Forensic Anthropologist." Brennan clarified.

"Oh." Booth blinked. Up to a couple months ago he'd never even heard of Forensic Anthropology and now it seemed everyone and their mother were in the field. Booth surprised her by asking about the remains she was called out to take a look at.

Brennan was accustomed to people nodding in fake understanding when she told them about her work, but Booth seemed to be genuinely interested in what she had to say. Plus, it seemed he could follow the terminology somewhat fluently which made her get extremely animated with her discussion.

The cab ride was filled with her tale of her time away and when the vehicle pulled up to her building entrance Booth got out with her.

Brennan thanked him for walking with her, though she was more than capable of taking care of herself. "I'm sorry I wasn't better company tonight."

"It's alright." Booth assured her it'd been a pleasure to meet her. They shook hands, a spark of electricity surging from the contact.

As they said their goodbyes Brennan felt compelled to make it up to him. Being her bold self when it came to asking a man out, she invited him to breakfast the following morning.

To say that he was shocked was a major understatement. "I'd love to." He really did want to see her again. "But tomorrow morning doesn't work for me."

Brennan felt disappointed and it must have flashed across her facial expression, because he was quick to change the invitation to lunch sometime during the week.

"Okay." She found herself agreeing, smiling broadly.

"You should give me your number so WE can get in touch. You know, to set up a place and time." He flashed a charming smile she enjoyed way too much.

Once she gave him her phone number he watched her enter the building, admiring her step and everything else.

B&B

"Coffee, coffee!" Angela groaned as she entered the kitchen, blindly reaching for the coffee maker. Brennan was at the kitchen table, finishing her breakfast.

"Where'd you go, Bren?" Angela asked after taking a glorious first sip of her black coffee.

"Where was I?" Brennan laughed. "Where were you?" Brennan reminded her friend of her 'convenient' disappearance.

"Jack and I just went out back for few minutes... For a smoke." Angela gingerly touched her temples, regretting her last drink.

"You don't smoke." Brennan scoffed, downing the last of her coffee.

"Okay, fine." Angela huffed. "If you must know..."

"No, I mustn't." Brennan stopped her before the recount became too graphic. She was by no means a prude, but she didn't need explicit details.

"I didn't sleep with him." Angela defended. Brennan raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I told you I really like this guy." She casually shrugged a shoulder.

"I should get going." Brennan wanted to swing by the Jeffersonian to get a head start on her work and her friend needed silence.

"Wait, what about you?" Angela's question caught her off guard.

"What do you mean?" Brennan's brow furrowed in confusion.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about." Angela smiled despite the pounding in her head. "What happened with Mr. Hot stuff?"

"Nothing." Brennan shared that he'd hailed a cab with her and her invitation to breakfast. Angela grinned knowingly.

"You're telling me you invited him to breakfast?" Angela laughed, instantly regretting it. "Oh, Sweetie, that was an open invitation to your bed."

"How does an invitation to breakfast translate to sleeping together?" Brennan questioned, confused with the way her friend's mind worked.

"Well, the implication being that you're also inviting him to spend the night." Angela smiled wickedly. "And Sweetie? You should totally buy a ticket on that ride!"

"I have to go." Brennan shook her head, choosing to be amused. She stated that the whole silent invitation to spend the night was irrelevant because she was having lunch with Booth sometime during the week.

Angela squealed, groaning after.

"Oh, and by the way, I'm never going out with you on a double date again. Ever!" Brennan pointed out with a laugh.

"That's so not fair." Angela called after he friend, cringing at her escalating headache.

B&B

"All set." Booth chatted with the four year old securely fastened on a horse replica. He ruffled the blond curls on the boy's head before taking a step off the carousel and waving.

As Booth waited for his son's ride to be over he received a call from Hodgins.

"Dude, what the hell!" Hodgins said by way of greeting.

"Hey, you were the one who took off." Booth defended, knowing his friend wanted to know why he'd left without him the previous night.

"We were only gone for a bit." Hodgins grumbled through his major hangover.

"Fear not." Booth appeased his friend's worry, stating how he took Brennan home.

"Good." The last thing Hodgins wanted was for Angela to be upset with him because of Booth's treatment to her friend.

"Listen I can't talk much right now. It's my weekend with Parker and we've got lots of stuff planned out." Precious Parker time was difficult for Booth to get and he enjoyed it to the max. "Besides, you sound horrible."

"Shut up." Hodgins snapped without any heat. "I wanna know what happened, man. I'll seriously kick your ass if you let Ange's beautiful friend get away."

"Really?" Booth questioned with humor. "You want to give me relationship advice?" The guy had a different girlfriend every other week.

"Dude, all you do is work. It doesn't hurt to have some fun…" Before his friend could continue, Booth flipped his phone shut.

"Daddy!" The little boy ran in his direction and Booth caught him easily.

"Where to now?" Booth asked his son. The little boy pointed to a food stand as Booth set him down.

As little Parker led the way, Booth thought about his friend's comment. It was true his life consisted mostly of work. Dating was scratched off his list a long, long time ago.

But then again Brennan hadn't been in the picture.

That last thought brought a half smile to his handsome face.

I'd like to know your thoughts:) Hopefully by next week I'll be done with the next chapter leading to B&B's lunch date;D