Hi!! Back again. Disclaimer: If i owned Bones i wouldn't be writing fanfiction. I would be writing an episode with Bones and Booth in bed.

Brennan wandered into Booth's apartment. He'd given her the key and she had given him one to hers. She hadn't told Angela, though. Cause Brennan knew Angela would rant about how that was a definite step in a relationship. But in Booth and Brennan's completely "platonic" partnership, exchanging keys was simply the most practical option, so both of them could check up on the other. In the case of an emergency, of course. Brennan wished their relationship was more but didn't know how Booth felt. She wasn't very good at reading people. What if she made a move and found that he didn't like her as anymore than a friend?

Brennan found Booth sitting on the couch, eating pretzels and laughing at his TV.

"Come on, who doesn't know that?" he said to it, unaware she was in the room.

"I don't think it's going to answer you, Booth," she said. He jumped and turned to look at her.

"Bones!" she smirked in satisfaction, "jeez, you want me to have a heart attack?"

"Oh, did I scare Mr Big, Bad and F.B.I?" she asked.

"Yes," he said bluntly. "I shouldn't have given you that key."

"Too late now," she replied, and went into the fridge.

"Not to be frank, but why are you here?" he asked. "And, more importantly, why are you raiding my fridge?"

"What does that have to do with Frank?"

"Huh?" Booth got that cute look he hag when he didn't understand something. It happened a lot.

"You said 'not to be frank.' Is being Frank bad?" she asked. Her voice was muffled slightly as her head was in the freezer. Booth laughed. And checked out her ass. Nice.

"Never mind," he was still laughing at the funny sight before him. She withdrew for the freezer, glared and moved to the microwave. After hitting the button she came to sit with Booth on the couch.

"So, what you watching?

"Some procedural show called Bones," he replied.

"Bones?"

"Yer, weird," Booth said, "and get this, it's about an F.B.I agent and a forensic anthropologist."

"Really?" Brennan was amazed. "They any good? Does the Forensic Anthropologists do everything right?"

"From what I know …"

"Which is not much," Brennan cut in.

"Haha," he laughed sarcastically, "it seems pretty true to form."

"Hmm," they watched for a minute.

"Is that the F.B.I agent?" she asked.

"Yep,"

"Wow, he is gorgeous," she stated.

"Wait til you see anthropologist," he countered, "she is smoking. Nice ass."

"Are they … together?"

"Nope, but everyone recons they should be," he said. "And they so totally want to be."

"Arghh the typical work relationship," Brennan explained. "She thinks he doesn't like her and he thinks she doesn't like him."

"Yep."

"They should just get together, already," he laughed. "Damn, they are a good couple."

"Mmm, seem like anyone we know?"

"Hodgins and Angela?"

"Totally."

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