Okay, not so much fluff or anything like that, but there is a lot of fluff and cuteness in the following chapters, including summer vacation... :D Please enjoy this chapter, it was a labor of love and it took me forever! I really hope you like it because I don't think it's as good as my others... and I think it's slightly OOC... sorry if it is.

'What are we gonna do…?' Booth asked her when they'd got back to her apartment and Brennan had provided Booth with some dry clothes.

'I don't know what you mean…'

'That makes a change from "I don't know what that means?"' Booth smiled and pulled at the sleeves of his dry shirt. 'Why did you have this anyway?'

'Just in case Max and Russ stay over.' She shrugged and took a sip of her coffee.

'Don't you mean "dad"?' Booth asked her directly, staring at her over his cup of coffee.

'Fine, when dad and Russ come by, they need clean clothes. So I got in some stuff their size and I guess I forgot to throw it in the trash.'

'Well that's cool I guess.' He stopped talking again and took another sip of the warming coffee. 'I mean it though Bones, what are we going to do about this?'

'I don't know.'

'Help me out here a little.' He rested his forearms on the table and gazed at the wall beyond her head. 'I don't know how you can but… come on.'

'Well I don't see what's wrong with it.' Booth just stared at her.

'But you… you're the one that said about not wanting to be together because the FBI wouldn't let us.'

'I changed my mind, and hoped it wasn't too late.' Booth leaned back and took another sip of his coffee, regarding her carefully and noting the blush rising in her cheeks.

'You hoped?' She smiled a little, hiding behind her coffee mug. 'I mean… you…?'

'I panicked that night… I'm sorry. What are you going to do about Katherine?'

'Undecided… what about Hacker?'

'Hacker and I… we never really dated. We just had coffee.' She shrugged. 'Like we are now, only at the diner instead of here.' She took a sip as if to prove a point. 'What about you and Katherine?'

'We dated a little but we haven't seen each other for a while. She was my rebound I guess…' Brennan placed a hand on his that was resting on the table, placing one finger on his wrist and tracing the scar that traversed the skin that would be smooth on anyone else.

'I'm sorry.' He looked up at her and smiled crookedly.

'It's fine.'

'But I… I hurt you…' She trailed off, still holding his hand loosely. He shook his head a little.

'No, I hurt myself. You weren't ready for it and I sprung it on you. I'm sorry.' She smiled at his thoughtfulness.

'Let's just agree to disagree okay?'

'Right. I want to make a go of this though Bones, no backing out now.'

'Why would I want to?' She smiled again and he leaned forward and pushed a strand of her soaking hair behind her ear with one hand. 'I should probably dry my hair…'

'It'll dry by itself.'

'But it's cold!' Booth chuckled and stood up, scouting around her house for what he was looking for. Brennan watched him with wary curiosity and laughed when he pulled out a blanket. 'No, Booth!'

'Yes, Bones.' She tried weakly to fight him off but really couldn't be bothered as he draped the soft folds around her shoulders. He wrapped an arm around her and cuddled her close.

'Why…?'

'Because.'

'Because is not an answer Booth.'

'Whatever.' She smiled and pulled the blanket around both of them. 'So what are we going to do?' He felt her rest her head against his shoulder with a sigh.

'Does "take each day as it comes" sound like a plan?'

oOo

Cam sighed and tapped her fingers against the desk, staring at the door. Brennan was never, ever late. Not even on the day of her father's trial, or the day after Booth had 'died', which she would have understood. So why was she late now? Cam drummed her fingers on the desk again and stared at the door. She glanced down at her watch again and groaned. Angela, on her way past, poked her head around the door.

'What's up?'

'There's a backlog of skeletal remains in limbo that need identifying because we don't have a case. And Brennan appears to have vanished off the face of the Earth.' Angela looked stumped for a moment, placing the pencil in her hand between her teeth and sucking on it.

'Have you phoned her on her cell?'

'Yep.'

'Oh… tried her home phone?' Cam's face lit up.

'I usually try her cell, but I'll try her home. Thanks Angela.'

'Oh, no worries.' She removed the pencil from her mouth and vanished from view. Cam keyed in Brennan's home number and raised her phone to her ear.

'Brennan!' She heard after a few rings and a loud clatter.

'It's Cam.' There was a silence.

'Oh God! I'm sorry! I'll be there soon!' Cam smiled to herself.

'Okay, you better.' Brennan stared at Booth as the phone went dead, rubbing her face with one hand and looking crazily beyond him.

'That was Cam…' Booth looked at his watch.

'Oh shit. We need to go.' Booth kissed her forehead gently and buttoned his shirt, straightening the collar in one smooth motion. After sleeping with it wet, her hair was curling and knotted, and she pushed a curl behind her ear.

'Well, taking each day as it comes… lets do this.' Brennan told Booth, steeling herself as she stared past him.

'Sure… lets just… go.' Brennan walked into her bedroom and dragged a brush through her hair, straightening the tousled knots and curls.

'Do you think we can get through this?'

'I don't think it Bones, I know it.' He took her hand and they both left, heading to the car, a hint of a blush in both of their cheeks.

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Cam was once again staring at the door, waiting for Brennan to make an appearance. She was so caught up in staring that her eyes blurred and she nearly missed it when she, sorry, they came in. He held the door open for her and Cam stared at them, wondering if she was missing something.

'Am I just reading into this too much?' She whispered to herself before dashing inconspicuously out of her office and into Angela's.

'Cam?' Angela looked up with a slight look of bemusement on her face.

'Am I looking into things too much?'

'What do you mean?'

'Look, discreetly, at the door.' Angela looked through her office door and then glanced back at Cam.

'No. No you aren't.'

'So… they're acting different.'

'Definitely. Want me to talk to her?'

'I think that would be a good idea. I'll talk to Seeley. But you know, I really hope it is what we think it is.' Angela's face practically radiated happiness.

'Oh so do I!' Angela was getting excited.

'Though, calm down… we may just be getting ahead of ourselves here.' Cam drummed her fingers on the table.

'Cam, you've seen it, we all know it. Think about it.'

'Okay, I see.' Cam smiled and Angela flashed her a conspirational grin.

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