Well here it is and I do believe that I am finally going somewhere with this story. Yaay! I'm happy. So read it, review, tell me what you thought.

I am desperately trying to update as quick as possible. Up until now, I either have't had time or when there was time I had nothing to write. So I will stop talking now.

Disclaimer: Yeah, we all know I don't own this.

Booth decided, since he was out he should get some groceries because food at Bones's house was practically nonexistent. By the time he got back the sun was setting and as he opened the door he could hear keys typing in the living room. He figured she was working on a book or something work related.

He walked in to the kitchen to put everything away. He heard footsteps behind him as he was putting things away. As he stood up he looked back and saw Bones standing in the doorway, her face in an almost smile.

"What?" he asked turned fully towards her.

"Nothing I guess," she paused, "just that I've never really had anyone take care of me. I'm not really used to it."

He walked over to her and stopped less then a foot away from her. "I'll always be here if you need me Bones, always." he smiled.

She looked up at him and smiled, then it got a little awkward. "Well...I'm going to..go and..work for a little longer." she said a little flustered.

"You do that," he said, still smiling, "I'm gonna finish this and then I'll make us some food."

She walked back out to her desk in the living room and sat down, intending to write something. She just stared and really thought about what had been going on since they had gotten back a few weeks ago. They had come back to help Cam, and then she had been planning on going back to Maluku. She had never really thought about why she hadn't gone back, but it may have had something to do with Booth and she hadn't realized it until now.

"OK, Bones, how does chicken sound?" he asked from the kitchen.

"Sounds good Booth," was her almost instant response.

From where he was in the kitchen he smiled. He turned on the radio and let the station that was on play. Didn't think Bones liked this kind of music, Booth thought. It was on an alternative/ r&b sort of station and he liked it. He got all the stuff out to make dinner and started on it. It was sort of relaxing to him, almost therapeutic.

Brennan couldn't focus. She had been sitting there for about twenty minutes and had only gotten three words down. Usually she was completely absorbed but at the moment all she could think about was Booth. The first time they had met, their first case, that everyday she was avoiding the fact that she felt something for him she hasn't ever felt for anyone else, and it scared her.

As Booth was cooking he thought about his time in Afghanistan. The people he had hurt, the kids he had trained. It was all a little overwhelming to him and he felt like it shouldn't be. He had been relived when he was given a good reason to go home. He would never tell anyone how bad it had been over there, training boys barely older then their teens. Teaching them how to kill.

He had been in some sort of thinking trance and realized that what he was cooking was practically done. As he was finishing up he had a feeling he was being watched. He smiled as he looked up and saw his Bones, "Starings rude ya' know." he smiled as she blushed and looked away. "Yeah, I know." she replied quietly.

It's so easy with her, he thought. Never very awkward, but there has always been something there that he couldn't really explain.

She had been caught staring and she realized that she didn't want to ever stop. She felt that she should tell him how she was feeling but she didn't want to lose him all together. She honestly didn't know what to do.

He dug threw the cupboards for plates. He decided that he wanted wine and pulled out two wine glasses. He looked at Bones and she just smiled and shook her head. "I don't know if you'll like what I have, Booth." she smiled again as he pulled put a bottle of what he knew was both their favorite.

"See Bones, I know you," he said with a smile. After he finished setting the table he pulled out a chair with a flourish, "For you, my lady," he said in a grand like voice. She smile and sat down. He brought out the food, acting like a waiter and she swore she hadn't smiled over something so small, but meaning so much, in a while. And she like it.

He finished pouring her wine, then went to pour his own and sat down directly across from her. He looked at her and smiled, "Enjoy."

Enjoy she did, they ate, laughed, talked about anything and everything. It was nice to say the least. It was amazing if she were to be completely, totally, honest with herself. She loved the slightly buzzed feeling she was getting from the wine. She wasn't sure if Booth had drank as much as she had but he seemed happy enough.

They had long been done with their food but they were still sitting there. He didn't mind one bit. He wanted to get everything cleaned up before it got to late though. As what they had last been talking about quieted down he got up and took her plate in a waiterly fashion, with her laughing and insisting he didn't have to. He grabbed what he could and made his way into the kitchen with Bones following behind him with the rest of what was on the table.

After they finished getting everything cleaned up and put away in comfortable silence, he turned to look at her. Shes beautiful, he thought.

Booth was staring at her, sort of like a predator would to its prey. All of a sudden he pushed himself off the counter and started walking slowly towards her.

He stopped in front of her and all of a sudden his lips were pressed against hers.

Well there you have it. Tell me what you thought. The review button is your friend.[=

~Maia Willow~