A/N: Aww thanks you guys. Hopefully I can keep up the good work. Enjoy!
His kiss still had her head spinning a few weeks later. They hadn't had many chances since then to kiss—er talk. Between the Widow's Son case, Brennan's father and the other cases they were assigned, Temperance's days had turned into work, sleep, and eat. There wasn't much time to do anything else.
Currently, she was sitting in her office, going over some paperwork. She was so engrossed in what she was doing, she didn't notice him stride in. She didn't realize he was there until he pulled her to her feet and kissed her senseless.
"Booth, what was that for?" Temperance asked when she was able to breathe again after he pulled away.
"I've been thinking about doing that for days now," Booth confessed as he sat down in her seat and looked over what she had been writing.
Brennan smiled softly and perched herself on her desk. "We've both been pretty busy lately."
"How about dinner tonight?" Booth suggested, resting his hands on her knees.
"Sounds great." Temperance stood and grabbed her bag. "Ready?"
Booth smiled and stood up, walking to the door and holding his hand out for hers. After their first kiss, he had come to discover how perfectly her hand fit into his. "What are you doing for Thanksgiving this year?"
Temperance shrugged a little bit. "I didn't really have any plans, why?"
"Well, I get to spend it with Parker this year…do you want to join us?"
She smiled and squeezed his hand lightly. "I'd like that." She knew it was a big step for them. First, it was spending a holiday together and second, it was him letting her into his life with his son. The latter was more important than the other, for any single parent in or starting a relationship.
"Who is going to cook?" Temperance asked curiously. At this point, they were out of her office and on their way out of the Jeffersonian.
"Me, Bones. Unless you would like to."
"You can cook?"
"Bones…"
"I don't mean anything by it," she added quickly. "But most men can't cook."
"Bones…" Booth pulled his hand away from hers and slipped an arm around her waist, tugging her body close to his. "Do I look like most men?"
"Never," she murmured, tilting her head toward his.
He grinned. "Good answer," he replied before pressing his lips to hers.
"Aww, how cute. Now break it up!" Assistant U.S. Attorney Caroline Julian exclaimed, startling the couple apart. "We need to talk," she stated toward Temperance.
"About what?"
"Your father. I'll meet you in your office."
Temperance watched her walk away and then looked at Booth. "That doesn't sound good."
"Do you want me to come with you?"
She shook her head. "Just…" she sighed and clasped her hand around his arm. "Stay nearby, please?"
He kissed her forehead briefly. "I won't move from this spot." He watched her walk back to her office, already knowing what Julian was going to tell her. You don't kill the deputy director of the FBI and not get life in prison without parole. If they had the death penalty in D.C., Max Keenan would be getting a needle in the arm.
Temperance and Caroline walked out a few minutes later, the former looking upset. Booth nodded toward Caroline as she walked by him and held his arms out for Bones.
"Life without parole."
She looked up at him, her arms wrapped firmly around his waist. "How did you know?"
"FBI agent, Bones, I know how the law works."
"Caroline said that if we had the death penalty…"
"Doesn't matter. Washington D.C doesn't have the death penalty, don't worry about it." Booth kissed the top of her head. "Do you want to take a rain check for dinner?"
Brennan nodded. "Can we go see my dad instead?"
I honestly didn't know what to write, so consider this "the filler chapter". I was surprised to find out that D.C. doesn't have the death penalty. I was kind of hoping they did so I could use that instead, but, we make do with what we have.
I would add more, but I do want to get a chapter out tonight before I go to work. Next one will be longer, but might take some more time. (No idea where I'm going with this.)