Never intended to write another part to this! I swear, I was writing a whole other fic and this just bumped his way to the front of my mind...the b-stard.

Hope you enjoy, anyway!

Here we go again...

"Why do you call me Bones?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

"The name is but not why you say it."

"I like it."

She sat thinking. "I don't like it."

He smirked. "I know."

"But you say it anyway."

"I know."

"I know you know. Stop saying 'I know'."

Booth smirked. "Okay."

"Booth!"

"What? I didn't say 'I know,' you know."

She huffed, blowing loose strands of hair into the air.

"You know," Booth began, teasing, "You're cute when you're all flustered."

She narrowed her eyes. "I am not cute."

He turned his body towards her, their knees almost touching. "I beg to differ."

"Beg all you like." It was out of her mouth before her brain had time to tackle it down. "That came out wrong." She spluttered, trying to get a hold of that hot blush creeping up her neck.

Booth tapped the bar for the check. "Sure, Bones."

She let out a long stream of air, watching the frustration flow out on the torrents of air. "I mean it."

"What? You want me to beg? Now I don't know, Bones-"

She left her stool with an abrupt jump. "You're incredible." She said, disbelieving.

Booth threw down some notes and jogged to catch up to his partner. "I am, aren't I?"

They reached the passenger side of his SUV. "Oh, come on, Bones. You aren't really mad, are you?"

She poked him in the chest. "Don't call me Bones!"

He stepped closer, his broad chest forcing her finger to bend. "Or what?"

"I'll kick your ass. That's what's what."

He moved closer still, their faces mere inches apart. "What's what what?"

She flattened her hand against his right pectoral and pushed him away.

"You're in my personal space, move back please."

Booth chuckled, the deep timbre of it moving through the skin of her hand. Her flesh tingled. "Oh am I?" He lifted his hands and rested them against the side of the vehicle, subsequently trapping her body within the area his arms made either side of her.

Tempe shuffled her feet until her back hit the hard planes of the door. She squinted at him, the glare of the sun in her blue eyes. "Your health is at risk right now."

Booth let one arm drop down to his side. "Threat duly noted, Bones."

"Wise decision."

"I'm a wise man."

"Doesn't that come with age?"

"I'm aged…no, wait, scratch that."

"Scratch what?"

"My age."

Tempe scrunched her brows together. "I don't understand what we're talking about."

Booth grinned. "Neither do I, Bones."

She decided to change the subject. "You believe in fairness, fifty-fifty, all that, right?"

He lowered his voice an octave. "I'm FBI, course I do, little lady."

Oh, I would just love to smack that haughty expression right off his handsome face. Tempe fumed. She ignored it though; she had bigger fish to fry.

"Well," She started in the sweetest voice she could muster, "if you get to appoint me a nickname, isn't it fair that I get to too?"

Booth brushed his hand over his day-old stubble. "Back to that again, huh?"

"Can I call you Boothy?"

Booth's eyes widened. "Over my dead body."

Tempe looked thoughtful. "That could be arranged."

Booth flexed his arms, the impressive lines of his shapely biceps showing through his shirt. "How about Guns?"

Tempe wrinkled her nose. "It's almost as bad as 'Bones.'"

Booth feigned hurt. "Bones is a beautiful name, Bones."

"There's always 'God.'" Tempe said, jokingly.

"As fitting as it is, I think it's already taken."

"Oh, what a shame." Tempe answered, her eyes rolling upwards.

"You know-"

"You've really got to stop saying 'you know.'" Tempe interrupted him.

"-we could stick with Booth."

"But that means we have to stick with Bones, too."

"Isn't that how it's supposed to be?"

She smiled. "What, Booth and Bones?"

"Sounds a whole lot better that than 'Guns and Bones.'"

"Yeah," Tempe agreed, "a whole lot better."

It's the hurricane, it's the hurricane!