Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or anything to do with it, including any characters or places mentioned. I earn nothing for writing this. It's just for fun.

A/N So this chapter is a little short. The idea was that it was going to join onto the next one, but when I was writing it, it just seemed like a natural place to stop. Hope you enjoy it anyway.

Chapter four

Brennan had given Booth one week in which to prove to her that being in love was worth it. They had agreed to wait until the following Monday because Booth had Parker that weekend, and wanted to be able to devote all his time to the woman he was trying to impress.

After calling in some favours, he had managed to book the week off work to free up his time. This was his one shot at proving himself and he wanted nothing to get in the way. He just had to hope Bones didn't get a case in that time because he hated it when she had to work with someone else. It was common for agents to develop strong loyalties to their partner, but everyone in the FBI building knew that there was something different about this pairing.

This week wouldn't be easy for Booth. He had to try his best at being a dedicated boyfriend without actually being a boyfriend. However, he was dedicated, which was exactly when he was stood outside Brennan's flat at 5:30 on a Monday waiting be let in.

"C'mon Bones!" He yelled hammering on the door again, "Let me in before I wake the neighbours." After what felt like hours, it finally opened and he was dragged was only when the door had closed firmly behind them that Booth noticed the expression on Brennan's face. It was clear that she was far from amused.

"Booth, what are you doing here?" she demanded, "you know I don't have ti be up for at least another half an hour."

"I know you don't Bones, that's why I made sure that I got up early enough to make you breakfast in bed." Brennan did not answer. There was no need; the look on her face said it all.

"Aw, c'mon, Bones" he reasoned, a little too cheerfully for so early on a Monday morning, "This is one of the things that people do for people they care about to make them feel special. You know, pamper them a bit."

She raised her eyebrows, unimpressed: "Right now Booth, all I feel is tired and agitated that you woke me up on one of the few days that I managed to find time to get any sleep."

Suddenly, the agent felt very guilty. It was true that she never seemed to get very much shut-eye, and that he had never seen her looking like this before; bleary-eyed and like her brain was not functioning on full power yet. However, it would be, of that he could be sure. It was a well known fact that Doctor Temperance Brennan's brain never really did switch off.

"Jeeze, Bones, I'm sorry. I should have thought." His eyes begged for forgiveness. He looked so sad that Brennan realised, for the first time in her life, that she was being unreasonable; but she had agreed to let him treat her this way, and so it was only fair that she held up her end of the bargain. After all, Booth was the one doing all the hard work, and truth be told, she did find him to be rather a good cook.

"It's okay, Booth" she said, her eyes and voice softened, " I will eat the food that you make, in bed as you seem to think I should, for reasons that I do not understand but know that they will undoubtedly not be that it is better for my digestive system or makes the food taste nicer, as long as I get to go back to bed while you cook it."

Despite the fact her friend was a fully grown adult; his smile took on the form of one that looked remarkably like a child's at Christmas. "Okay, deal. I'll wake you up when it's ready."

As she retreated to her bedroom, Booth noticed something else different about her appearance. Usually when he saw her in her nightclothes, her dressing gown was a large red fluffy one, but this one was very different. This one was silky and black, had three-quarter sleeves and only reached her mid-thigh. It looked great, but it proved to him that she had not been expecting company, or not expecting him at any rate. Ignoring the tug that this made on his heart strings, he reminded himself that this week was about, he began to make breakfast for his...for his what? Partner? Friend? Loved one? He didn't know anymore. The question was, did she?