As a special valentines gift to all my readers, I present you with a long chapter. One that I think everyone has been waiting for…the beginning of undercover work! Yay

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They pulled up to the mailbox that marked 412 East Alexandria Avenue and their jaws dropped, literally.

"How the hell did the FBI get this place," Booth muttered, voicing Brennan's thoughts as well.

A large 3 story craftsman home stood stoic on the well manicured lawn. Its light cream color seemed to catch fire in the ever waning glow of sunset. A large porch flanked the front and left side, adding a sense of old time Southern charm to the historic home. Behind the house, Brennan could just make out the skeleton of a large oak tree, still barren from the winter months. Booth maneuvered the SUV into the small driveway and put it in park, grinning from ear to ear. Stepping out of the car, he slammed the door shut behind him. He opened the back door and grabbed his and Brennan's bags, hoisting them onto his shoulders.

A couple jogged by on the sidewalk, waving amiably to Booth. He smiled and waved back. Taking a deep breath, he allowed himself the luxury of taking in the whole neighborhood. Large historic homes sat nestled behind the tree-lined street. Couples jogged down the sidewalk in tandem, others were being led by various dogs on leashes as they took their nightly stroll. A few mothers pushed strollers around, talking quietly with each other. Everyone seemed to smile and greet their neighbors. It was the picture of domesticity. It was beautiful.

He turned back around, looking for his partner, and his breath caught at the sight of her. She stood on the top of the porch leaning against the rail looking at the scene before her. The sunlight reflected against the highlights of her hair, and her eyes were bluer than he'd ever seen them.

'No,' he retracted his earlier proclamation. 'She was beautiful. The rest was just gravy.'

Feeling his gaze rest on her, she turned and smiled down at him. Holding up the silver key, dangling on a delicate finger, she called down to him, "Ready, Seeley?"

He grinned and hurried up the front steps. She turned and slid the key into the hole, turning the brass knob. The door opened to reveal a beautiful foyer with a large staircase directly in front of the door. The honey colored wood floor sparkled under the crystal chandelier, prisms bouncing against the yellow walls.

"Wow," Booth breathed, dropping their bags at the foot of the stairs.

"Yeah," Brennan murmured, running her finger along the white stair rail.

They walked together into the small living room that sat right off the foyer. The light tan walls complimented the tan microfiber couch and oversized chair that sat in the room. An elegant wooded coffee table lay in between the furniture, creating a cozy entertaining nook. Moving through the room, they entered the dining room which had a 4 person table, and a large glass door that opened onto the side porch. The door let in the light from the sunset, casting an ethereal glow around the room. Following the opening on the opposite wall, they entered the large kitchen. The cabinets were a dark honey color, mimicking the floors throughout. The dark granite countertops sparkled and the stainless steel appliances gleamed in the bright light. Someone had definitely put some money into this kitchen.

"Bet you could make some serious mac and cheese in here, Bones," Booth chuckled.

"My kitchen is adequate enough to make that, Booth," she retorted. "However, this kitchen is amazing." She grinned over at him.

They hurried into the next room that was opened off of the kitchen. The den was the last room in the back of the house. They both grinned as they noticed the brick fireplace. The furniture the FBI had put in there looked so comfy and Booth's grin widened at the large television that hung above the mantle. There was a small bathroom off the side of the room.

Looking at each other, they both hurried back through the kitchen and dining room, running to beat the other to the base of the stairs. Grinning widely at the other, they both ran up the stairs, reminiscent of two children racing. At the top of the stairs, they looked into a bright white bathroom, with a claw foot tub and shower. Brennan smiled. She would definitely be using that tub. They made their way down the hall, seeing three large bedrooms that were barren except for a desk in two and a small loveseat in the other. No beds. Obviously, the FBI wasn't as worried about furnishing the upstairs as they were the bottom.

They turned and opened the door to the last room, obviously the master bedroom. A large 4 poster bed was positioned on the back wall, with matching night stands on each side. A huge walk in closet was on the wall beside it, and opposite that was a large picture window elegantly framed in a cut out wall with a small window seat under it. The view was directly onto the road in front, showing off the houses across the street that were coming alive with families eating dinner. Brennan walked over to the window and looked out, smiling at the picture perfect view. She turned back to Booth, her comment about the view dying on her lips as she saw the surprise that was hidden behind him, that neither had noticed when they entered the room. Her smile and locked gaze made Booth turn around and he smiled in response. Another large fireplace stood on the wall opposite the bed.

'This room was made for romance,' he thought to himself, grinning at the prospect.

Finally, Brennan moved and opened the door next to the bed, entering into the master bath. She nodded her approval at the oversized garden tub. Maybe she wouldn't be using the claw foot tub after all. This one had jets.

She moved back into the bedroom. Booth was sitting on the bed, looking at the fireplace in front of him. It would make for a very romantic setting, the large bed with a blazing fire in the fireplace. She could picture it in her mind; the glow of the room as it shown off the wood, the floors, bare skin. She stopped that train of thought before it departed the gutter station.

Moving to sit next to him, she smiled and bumped her shoulder against his, peering over at him. He smiled up at her and threw his arm around her shoulder.

"This place is amazing," he shook his head in awe.

She nodded, not saying anything.

Sighing, he looked out the door. "Well, what do you want to do now?"

She looked down at the comforter below her, picking a lose string off of the burgundy material. It was so soft. "We could go downstairs," she started. "We need to talk about being undercover."

The bedroom was too uncomfortable, each of them so much lost in their own thoughts that she knew it would be better for both of them to discuss the case on neutral ground. Them, sitting on a soft comfy bed in one of the most romantic rooms she'd ever been in, so close together they were touching definitely did not spell out neutral ground.

"Come on," she stood up and walked to the door. He followed her down the stairs and into the den. They sat down on the couch and turned towards each other, each on opposite ends of the sofa.

"We should probably get our story straight," Brennan began.

Booth nodded. "Yeah, I was thinking about that on my way over to pick you up. We need to decide what we are going to be doing for a living and the little details just in case anyone asks us."

"I'll be a teacher," Brennan said before he could finish.

"A teacher," Booth was surprised, chuckling at her. "Really, Bones?"

"Yes," she replied, her voice defensive. "I think, if I didn't work at the Jeffersonian, I would probably be somewhere teaching."

"What would you teach?" He smiled at her defensive tone.

At his expression, she softened. "Science, what else?"

"Of course. Okay, you're a science teacher." She could see the wheels turning in his head. He was spinning his story. "That would explain why you are home so much now. We had to move and you are currently looking for a job teaching science to," he paused. "High school? College?"

She thought for a moment. "Probably high school. There are more in the area."

"Okay, high school science."

"What are you going to be? You can't say you are in law enforcement. That would scare off the killer, if we meet them," Brennan pointed out.

"I'll just be retired Army." He shook his head. "I'll be looking for work."

"If we are both looking for work, how did we afford this house?" Brennan asked pointedly.

"Easy, we're rich. We both come from money," he laughed.

Brennan's look said she didn't believe it.

"Why not," he asked sobering under her expression. "We can be yuppies."

Brennan shook her head. It was easier explaining that then trying to worry about how they afforded so much. "I don't know what that means, but sure. We can be rich."

Booth grinned and nodded his head, a laugh bubbling up. He looked over at the clock on the cable box, 8:30. Looking back over at Brennan he smiled, he couldn't stop smiling. Seriously, work shouldn't be this much fun, but just the thought of being undercover, married to her, he couldn't stop grinning. Standing, he hurried into the kitchen, opening the door to the fridge. There wasn't much in there, a few sodas, some water and lunch meat. They would have to go shopping tomorrow. He grabbed two bottles of water and walked back in the den, tossing a bottle to Brennan who caught it effortlessly.

"How about we watch some TV," he suggested.

She nodded and stretched out on the couch, her shirt riding up her stomach slightly. Booth forced his gaze away, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels. Finding something that looked mildly interesting, he sat down, wanting nothing more than for her to cuddle up next to him, but knowing that she wouldn't.

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