The football game is totally a figment of my imagination. I just used the player's names, which I don't own. I also don't own Bones.

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Angela watched excitedly as she saw Booth and Brennan enter her apartment together. They both threw their coats on her couch as Booth headed for the kitchen and Brennan headed for her bedroom.

"I'm watching the pre-game show! Come watch when you're done!" she yelled.

Angela switched the camera view to one she had set up in their bedroom. Promising herself she would turn it off if they started doing anything naughty, she watched Brennan sit down cross legged on her bed and switch on the TV. Brennan watched it for a few seconds, and then yelped with excitement and ran out to tell Booth something.

"Booth! Guess what! Guess what!" she practically yelled as she sprinted into the kitchen.

"What is it, Bones?" asked Booth, looking up from the dinner he was making with a smile on his face.

"Ben Roethlisberger is hurt! He's got an injured shoulder! That means we have a very good chance of winning! And Super Bowl Sunday is THIS Sunday!!! What if we win?!" she was so excited, and apparently Booth found this very funny. She scowled as he held onto the counter for support, laughing his head off.

"BOOTH!" She yelled. "How is that funny?"

"Y-you jumping up and d-down all happy--" he broke off into another fit of laughter, unable to continue. She walked up and kissed him hard on the mouth, running her fingers through his hair, causing him to swallow his laughter and replace it with a groan.

He responded after saying. "No fair Bones." Soon they were kissing so passionately, neither noticed their dinner starting to burn slightly, until they broke apart for air. Booth yelped and grabbed the nearest pot and took it off the burner. Then he turned and pointed accusingly at Bones. "You. Out. No distracting the chef. Go watch football." he said, trying to be stern and failing.

Brennan mock saluted him, said 'Yessssir!' and walked out of her kitchen after winking at a stunned Booth. Angela was squealing very loud at this point, and Hodgins ran into her office to see what was wrong.

"Ange! You ok...?" he trailed off as he saw the web cam. "You didn't..." he gazed at her in amazement. "No, no, no. You're not spying on them. Come on..." he dragged her away from the laptop and had her in his car on the way to his mansion before she could object.

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"KICKOFF!!" yelled Brennan from the bedroom. Booth came running to watch. They sat so close that Bones was practically in Booth's lap, but neither noticed. They were too engrossed in the game. It was the Patriots against the Pittsburgh Steelers competing to go to the Super Bowl. Booth went and got the food during the commercial break after the Pats scored a field goal. They ate and talked sparingly until halftime, when Booth took the plates out and brought them both a beer. Brennan thanked him, and then settled herself against him, snuggling into his side, her head ending up on his lower stomach as she continued to watch game.

Booth looked down at his partner. He still couldn't believe he could kiss her pretty much any time he wanted (other than the lab, that was strictly forbidden) and that they were lying here watching football together. He couldn't tell if she was asleep or not so he remained where he was.

The game ended. The Patriots won by three in a clincher field goal drive in the first overtime. Booth shifted slightly, and now knew Bones was sound asleep. He turned off the TV and lifted Bones up so that her head was lying on his chest. Once again they fell asleep in each others arms as the Patriots celebrated victory.

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Brennan walked into Angela's office to find it deserted.

"Ange?" she called. No answer. Then she noticed that Angela's laptop was lying open on her desk. Making her way over it, her mouth dropped open when she saw what was on it.

"Oh no she didn't."