Okay okay... so you got me. This is going to be a side project to "Cheerman in the Woods". I'm not sure where it is going yet, but I will probably have that sorted out rather quickly.

Enjoy and please R&R!

"What about Anna?" Brennan asked pulling away from the embrace.

"I broke up with her earlier today." He said.

Brennan shook her head and then hit him in the chest, "You totally played me!" she said returning his smile.

"Woah there, Bones. Are you taking 'Contemporary Vocab: 101' with Dr. Sweets?" he laughed.

She hit him again in the chest and then wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her lips to his for their first kiss. She couldn't stop herself from smiling. It was more than she could have ever asked for. Although she had been reluctant to admit her feelings to him before, especially before he had left for the undercover mission, she didn't care anymore. After a very long time of being with one another and sharing the awkward emotions that they had hidden within themselves, they could finally be what the both of them had always wanted; not just with one another, but together; really and truly together.

Temperance Brennan was normally the kind of woman who would disapprove of romantic public displays and would snicker at the over dramatized theories of love that women; and sometimes men would make about their significant others. Women crying on their best friends shoulders whimpering, "He just doesn't understand me" and men at the bar shooting darts and joking with their buddies about their "crazy girlfriends" was not something that interested her. In short, she had become jaded to the idea of love.

But with Seeley Booth, all of her preconceived notions about romance and marriage and; dare she even think it, children, were all becoming possibilities in her mind. She was hesitant to even breech the subject of what this new relationship between them could mean for their jobs and their lives and although it was something that was of high importance, she didn't want to open up that box of maggots now. This night was perfect and it would remain that way if she had any say in it.

She released herself from their embrace once more before looking into his eyes. She had seen them up close before, but not this close. She knew very well from previous experience that it was easy to get lost in them, but this time, she wanted to and there was nothing that could interrupt her, except of course, him.

"Bones?" he said blinking and moving his head back slightly to get a better view of her face.

"Yes?" she said loosening her grip around his neck.

"Have a nice night. And don't forget to lock your door behind you." He said pulling away from her.

"Wha… aren't you going to come up?"

He backed away from her, with a smile that could only be described as cocky, "This is new, Bones. We should take it slow. Do you agree?"

She smiled back at him, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

If it was possible, his smile became brighter, "Goodnight, Bones."

"Goodnight, Booth." She turned to walk back up the steps.

"Lock you're doors!" he yelled after her, "Now that I have you, I don't intend on loosing you."

She reached the top of the stairs and turned with a playfully malicious smile, "Who says you have me?"

He laughed out loud, "Good one!" he said sarcastically, "Just…"

She cut him off, "Lock my doors, I know. I always do."

She opened the door to her lobby and walked inside. She knew that Booth was watching her walk into the building and he wouldn't leave until she completely disappeared from sight. She knew that because he always did that but also because she could always feel his eyes still on her.

She was still smiling widely when she reached her floor and stepped out into her hallway. Her muscles were aching with the contortion of her face because it had been so long since she had smiled like this. She gently massaged her cheeks, attempting to release the tension and stop smiling only for a moment, but it was no use. She slid her key into her lock and twisted it, hearing the familiar and soothing pop sound that ultimately was like a welcome home from her apartment to her. She pushed the door open and walked inside, pushing herself around the door and closing it quickly behind her. Booth had told her once that the most common way for criminals to obtain their victim or attain their goods was to catch unsuspecting people at their open doors. Every time she opened her door she thought of his voice relaying the information and every time, it made her enter her apartment that much quicker.

She locked the deadbolt and the chain lock as well at the handle lock behind her before flicking on the lights and leaning against the door. She closed her eyes and inhaled dreamily remembering Booth's words and his smell and his eyes and his warm touch. She inhaled again, slightly confused about the smell that she was receiving. She opened her eyes and looked around the room. There were twelve arrangements of daffodils placed strategically around the room. She leaned her head to the side, instantly knowing that they were from Booth. She walked over to the first arrangement that sat on her coffee table and leaned into them. There was a card in it.

She plucked the card from the plastic holder and opened it. It stated simply, "Caesar's Cipher". Her eyebrow raised and she was immediately intrigued. She ran to each of the arrangements and plucked the cards from each of them, then laying them out on the floor. Each of the cards had a number on it which she laid out in order and then she began decoding. It didn't take her very long to decipher the entire message, after all it was a fairly simple cipher and she was very good at puzzles. She hadn't been reading as she went along so she quickly got up and tore off her coat and ran into the kitchen to put on the water for some tea before grabbing the letter and sitting down on the couch.

"I'm not a poet so I can't write you a poem, but if I could I would do it in a heartbeat. I can't sing but if I could write you a song I would do it in a second. I'm not good at riding a horse (and after our pony play case, I'm not really interested) but if you requested it, I would ride a noble steed to be your knight in shining armor (Not that you need saving… most of the time). I don't know the names of the skeletal system, but I know each muscle in your face that tenses when you get angry (specifically at me), or sad (for any reason) or need someone to help you (even though you'd never admit it). I know that you don't believe in God, but my love for you is absolute and if you love me too, then that is nothing short of a God given miracle in my book. You give me the strength to do my job everyday and the reason that I can get to sleep at night. Regardless of how you took my news earlier about my feelings for you, just know that I will never leave you and I will always love you."

The tea kettle began screeching and Brennan was startled away from her reverie. She jumped off the couch, the tea kettle now throwing a fit from being ignored. She twisted the handle, turning the water off and then leaned against the counter top.

She was mystified. Positively mystified by this man, whom she thought she knew. She never knew that he was capable of something like this; something so romantic that in mere written words could make her feel so light headed. But as with everything else the two shared, the competition had begun and she was already two points behind.