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Chapter Seven

"Bones," he breathed, not really sure what else to say.

"It's the spare key to my flat. I thought that if it might make this week easier for you if you were planning anymore of your surprises for me. Also, I understand that people who care and trust each other often do this. It is also very good for safety reasons isn't it? It might also come in handy if you have to safe my life again which is why I have decided to let you keep it for more than just this week." She babbled, as though she wanted was afraid that a poor explanation for her actions to lead him to reject them.

He felt overwhelmed. "I can't tell you how big this is Bones. It means a lot that you would do this for me. You do know that you didn't have to do this just for my benefit, right?"

"I am aware of that Booth, but like I said, it could come in handy if I ever had an accident." Brennan shrugged. "But, if I am being honest, I quite enjoyed your surprise this morning and I'm looking forward to seeing what other tricks you have up your nose."

Booth's laughter filled the room, "Up my sleeve, Bones. I think you mean what tricks I have up my sleeve."

"Of course I did," she replied, "but you understood what I meant anyway so I don't see what the big deal is Booth." Turning away from him she began to sort through the pile of papers on her desk. Booth began to wonder why she had done this. He was unsure if it was a sign of dismissal or if she was embarrassed by the mistake, although he had never known that to happen before.

For a moment he just stood and watched the woman as she moved methodically as if unaware of his presence anymore. There was something so fascinating about the way she moved, so carefully and deliberately; and yet she could work at such an efficient pace. On her face were the heavy black rimmed glasses he liked so much. It was a shame she only really wore them for reading very small print or when working with pretty harmful chemicals. Last time he'd seen her in them, he'd asked her to imitate a sexy librarian by taking them off and shaking out her hair. It had gone completely over her head. He had wondered if she was more innocent than her gave her credit for. He'd dismissed the idea two seconds later.

"So, are we ever going to have lunch or not?" her voice floated into his thoughts bringing him back into the room.

"Oh, yeah. I'd forgotten all about that," he laughed.

"That is worrying Booth. You never forget about food, are you feeling well?" The woman stood from her desk and crossed the room to join the agent where he had taken a seat on the sofa.

"I'm fine Bones. I was just thinking that's all.

"Be careful, Booth" she warned, "you don't want to wear yourself out with all the effort." She giggled. Booth snorted in reply. "See Booth, I made a joke. Angela said it to me yesterday and explained that it is a common way to tease you friends. I think I am becoming very good at showing my sense of humour."

"Yeah, Bones, you're a real comedian now aren't you?" he said sarcastically "Anyway, the other reason that I came to see you other than to make sure you took a break was gonnna be to ask if you'd mind coming to mine tonight after work, but now I have your key, would it be okay if I went to yours and got things ready while you're finishing up here?"

Brennan stopped eating for a moment, "Of course, Booth. That's why I gave you it after all."

On the way back to Brennan's, Booth stopped by the bookshop and the supermarket to gather supplies for later on that night. The idea was to cook a vegetarian meal for the two of them, even though he usually refused to eat anything that did not contain an animal of some form.

It took almost an hour for him to choose the right recipe book. He was more than aware that all he really needed to do was cook a meal with a meat replacement, but he wanted to go to more effort than that. He wanted to do the job well. Eventually, he settled on a book called The Ultimate Guide to Cooking Vegetarian and picked out three courses before going to get the ingredients.

Then he picked up Bones who was surprised but grateful for the chance to drive his car. For most of the journey she didn't shut up about him finally realising that she was the better driver until he explained that this was his way of showing her that, despite what she thought, she meant more to him than she car did. This made her fall quiet.

"Thank you, Booth." She had said simply curling back inside herself suddenly . Booth wished he had not heard the element of surprise in her voice.

"Okay, Bones, I've been in here all afternoon while you've been at work getting the place ready for tonight," he explained when they were outside her flat. "But I need you to wait out here and not peek just for a few minutes while I do the last few things that couldn't be done until now."

"Alright," she agreed, shifting nervously from foot to foot. To occupy herself she made a mental list of all the remains she had indentified that day until Booth's voice called her to enter. Pushing open the door she heard herself gasp. "Oh, Booth, what have you done?"