A/N: I realized I forgot a disclaimer in the last chapter, so here it is, one disclaimer for the whole story. DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN BONES!!! Anywho, thanks so much to everyone who reviewed, and all of you out there who have no hands, because I got 27 alerts but only 8 reviews… hmmm, if you have no hands, then how could you press the alert button, there is obviously a flaw in my reasoning. Well, thanks to everyone, and for those of you that didn't review, I thought I'd let you know that I decided to go with the fluffy version, the final score was. FLUFF 8 and ANGST 0… hard decision. Enjoy! Much love!

Popping the Question

"Damn it." Booth sighed, tossing the extremely boring piece of paperwork onto his desk. He hadn't had a new case in… Well it had only been two days, but it felt like a lot longer. He chucked his pen on his desk, meaning for it to land next to the stack of paperwork. Instead it took flight from his hand and glided right into the rainbow soup can he used to hold pens and pencils. There was a loud 'PING' as metal hit metal, and almost in slow motion he watched it clatter to the floor. He winced with each sound as the can bounced on the floor. He watched it roll along the ground, coming to a stop right at the feet of someone entering his office. His eyes slowly traveled up the woman's shapely legs stopping at the amused face of his partner. She bent down and picked up the rainbow can.

"Rainbow?" she chuckled eyebrows raised. She made her way to his desk arm outstretched. He snatched the can from her hand.

"Hey! Parker made this for me." He said with pride, studying it with adoration. He turned the can over to show he the words underneath. 'TO YDDAD' it read in a five-year-olds scrawl. Then there was a big heart and 'ParKeR' Booth beamed as she studied it.

"Does he know he wrote the word 'daddy' backwards?"

"Yeah, kids sometimes do that."

"Why?"

"I don't know… they just do."

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with him?" she wondered.

"Bones, my kid is fine! There's nothing wrong with him, he's perfect." He snapped becoming defensive and a little angry.

"I am sorry Booth, I didn't mean to… I was just… I don't know anything about kids." She admitted, lowering her head and finding the pattern of her skirt very interesting.

"Look Bones, I am sorry I snapped at you. Parker is fine, trust me, I did the same thing when I was a kid." She looked back up at him. "I turned out fine, don't you think?" He smiled and she laughed.

"Oh no, it's worse than I thought." She added with a smile, taking the seat across from him

"Are you suggesting, there's something wrong with me?"

"I just don't know if the world is ready for two Booths, even if one is a mini."

"You know you like me." He said confidently, adding a charm smile.

"I think you have too much faith in that charm smile of yours." She was unable to resist smiling back. "If you passed that on to your son the world is in more trouble than I originally thought."

"Your say that like it's an insult, I actually think it is quite a compliment."

"Well, its not!" she replied indignant.

"Bones, that cuts me deep." He said placing his hand over his art and feigning hurt. They stared at each other for a long moment, until Booth shook himself out of it. "Well, I am sure you didn't just come here to make fun of my pencil holder and wound my pride…" he trailed off with a smile.

"Your right." She said offering no further explanation.

Sensing an opportunity, he said. "Wait Bones, do we have a case." He sat up straight in his chair, his voice feigning enthusiasm.

"What, no, you're the FBI agent you bring me the cases, not the other way around." She looked at him, her brow crinkling a little and her eyes questioning.

"I know." Booth laughed. "It's just you always get to say that to me… I wanted a turn." He added and Brennan joined in his laughter.

"Okay" she said standing up; Booth looked at her confused. "Ask me again." She clarified. Booth looked at her strangely, then asked again.

"Do we have a case?" he said uncertainly.

She clapped her hands together, and said, "Pack your bags we're going to Chicago." Before sitting down and crossing her legs at the ankles on Booth's desk. He looked surprised, then laughed.

"Funny."

"I wasn't kidding."

"We really have a case?"

"No," Brennan started, suddenly feeling very awkward, and she wished she could take back everything she just said. "Well, you see… the thing is my best friend from college is getting married on Friday, and she insisted I bring a date. Sully is going to be out of town, so I was just wondering…"

"Are you asking me if I will be your date?"

"No!" she snapped, before realizing that was exactly what she was asking him.

"Oh really? That's what it sounded like to me, but I guess if you don't need a date…" he trailed off smiling mischievously.

"Fine Booth, that's exactly what I'm asking." She huffed as she crossed her arms under her breasts.

"What?" he said his smile growing.

"You're going to make me say it aren't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." At that moment she thought if his smile grew any bigger he would just look creepy.

"Booth." She started. "Will you accompany me to my friends wedding." He said nothing and she sighed, "as my date." She finished.

"Of course Temperance I would love to." He announced, looking positively exuberant. His smile wavered, "Have you talked to Sully, because I don't to be on the receiving end of one of his punches. He may be short, and kinda scrawny, but when you get him mad, he can really throw one."

"Not yet, why would he be mad? You're just a friend, he knows that." she looked confused, he thought she looked cute when she was confused.

"I know, all I am saying is that if you were my girlfriend I wouldn't be too happy with another guy being your date, even if he was just a friend." he told her truthfully.

"Maybe,Sully is more mature than you are then." She asserted in a powerful tone.

"Maybe." He whispered quietly, not believing it for a second. She got up and straightened her skirt; she whipped around and strutted to the door. Once she was outside she stuck her head back in.

"Our plane leaves at 11 a.m. on Thursday, don't be late." She instructed before walking out of the building, leaving Booth at his desk, slightly bewildered, but with a smirk.

-BB-

A/N: What did you think, Good? Bad? Sucky? Should I go bury myself alive right now? I love reviews and suggestions, so don't hold back… I am a blank page, mark me up. I am desperately trying to stay true to the characters, so if they seem OOC to you, let me know ok… Kisses!

PS. Sully confrontation in the next chapter, suggestions are welcome…

Katie