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The diner was surprisingly busy for late afternoon. The hustle and bustle from the kitchen could be heard above the cacophony of conversation. The waitresses flitted from table to table like hummingbirds, taking orders and carrying large trays of food and drinks. Women sat and gossiped about different things or talked about their favorite soaps, while men sat and discussed sports and the like. Booth and Brennan sat huddled quietly together in a small booth opposed to their usual table which had already been occupied when they had arrived. A greasy cheeseburger sat next to a huge pile of French fries on Booth's plate; a small salad and breadstick covered Brennan's.

"So," Brennan said, spearing a forkful of lettuce. "This is where you bring your new wife?" She didn't smile, but her eyes held that sparkle that showed she was happy.

Booth popped a fry into his mouth. "Can't be my wife until you put the ring on." He looked at the white envelope that sat on the table next to her, hiding its contents from view.

Brennan followed his gaze down to the envelope that still held her wedding ring. 'No, the FBI's fake wedding ring, not hers' she told herself. She didn't know why, but she just felt odd about wearing it. She would, of course, when they went undercover, but she was still opposed to the idea.

"I'll put it on," she replied. "Later. Not yet." Ending the conversation, she took another bite of her salad.

"Have you thought of names for us?" Booth asked, taking a bite of his burger. A globule of ketchup squished out the back, plopping onto the plate below.

Brennan looked up, tilting her head to the side. "Names?"

"Yeah, I thought maybe you'd like to have a different name, like we did with Tony and Roxie," he explained.

Brennan pursed her lips. She hadn't thought about it. While it had been fun pretending to be a different person, she wasn't sure if she would be able to keep it up for very long. She'd never been the best actress, and had even fallen out of the Roxie persona a few times while they were undercover, thankfully not at any crucial moment. Knowing that this assignment would probably be longer and more complicated, she wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not.

"Hello, Earth to Bones…" Booth waved his hand in front of her face, his ring glinting in the light.

She blinked and smiled for an instant. "You know, I don't think I want to have different names. I don't know if I wouldn't slide up and call you Booth. Would that be a problem?"

Booth grinned. "It's slip up, Bones, and that's fine. However, we probably need to call each other by our first names. Not too many married couples call each other by their last names."

She chuckled, "No I suppose they don't." She looked him in his eyes, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Seeley…" His name came out almost as a whisper as it left her lips. She had been going for sarcastic, but suddenly the look he gave her as she said it, had killed that intention before it had even registered.

Booth's eyes darkened as he looked across the table at her. Setting his burger down, he leaned in slightly. "Temperance." His voice was deep and gruff.

Their eyes were locked in a heated gaze, neither one wanting to break the hold it had on them. Unblinking, the stare seemed to drag on, the noise of the diner drowned until it was just the two of them, here, in the moment.

"Do you two want any dessert," the waitress said, sidling up to the table. "We got some real good apple pie today."

Brennan broke the gaze, looking down at her half-eaten salad. Booth cleared his throat and looked up at the waiter, Angie. 'Figures' he thought to himself.

"No, not today. We've got places to be, actually." Booth forced a smile at the untimely interrupter.

Angie smiled and set the bill on the table. "You two have a nice evening then."

Booth leaned back as she walked away. Raising his hands up, he locked them behind his neck, stretching his back. "So…the Booth's." He smiled at her, hoping to lighten the mood.

She stared up at him, a curious look crossing her features.

"Or not," he back-pedaled. "I mean, I don't mind if you want to keep your last name or anything." His voice trailed off as she smiled at him.

"No, that's okay. The Booth's." She paused for a moment. "None of the victims kept their last names, so it seems more rational to follow suit than to separate us from the others."

"Sounds rational," Booth replied, a grin creeping up his face. They held the gaze a moment longer when finally Brennan broke away, a small blush tinting her cheeks.

"I guess I should get home and get packed then." She stood, pointing her thumb over her shoulder to the door.

Booth stood quickly, "I'll drive you home." His burger was nowhere near finished and he still had a mound of fries to eat.

Brennan shook her head, "No, it's okay. I can grab a cab back to the Jeffersonian. What time do you want to pick me up?"

Booth looked at his watch, 4:45. "6:00 okay? That will still give us time to get everything settled in the house before it gets too late."

Brennan nodded her acquiescence. "Sounds good, I'll see you then." She turned and left the diner, leaving Booth alone with his food. Looking down at his plate, he realized that he'd lost his appetite, and would gladly not eat if it meant she would have stayed with him.

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