Chapter 2

Are You Sure?

Brennan woke the next morning to find herself snuggled in a bed and slightly confused. She remembered being at the crime scene, but she couldn't remember much after that.

Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked around the room. Relief washed over her when she saw Booth fast asleep in the other bed.

Quietly she got out of bed and retreated to the bathroom. She sighed as the steaming hot water ran over her body. Her muscles began to slowly loosen until she heard the click of the door. Brennan quickly poked her head around the curtain to find Booth standing at the sink shaving.

"Um, Booth?" She wasn't quite sure how she should be reacting to this.

"Yea, Bones." He replied without looking away from his reflection in the mirror.

So she figured the best thing would be to act normal. "Can you pass me the soap? It's just on the counter."

"Uh sure."

Booth set down his razor and grabbed the bar of soap. He gulped as he approached the shower. The image of a wet Bones flashed into his mind. He shook his head and thrust his hand into the shower, handing over the now hated soap, before going back to his shaving.

Minutes later, the water turned off and Booth saw Brennan's hand sneak out and grab a towel, before she herself stepped out of the shower. She gently pushed her way by Booth and exited the door but not before they both felt a jolt through their bodies when their bare skin touched.

After a quick recovery Brennan closed the bathroom door and changed into some clothes.

Booth, on the other hand, took a few seconds to recover, but once he had Brennan was already back in the bathroom, changed.

Booth picked up the toothpaste and squeezed a bit onto their toothbrushes while Brennan held them out. Once they had finished brushing their teeth, Booth turned on the water and held back Brennan's hair while she spit out her toothpaste. And he quickly did the same.

As soon as Brennan had gone back to the room and reappeared with Booth's suit for the day and handed it over, Booth closed the bathroom door and she went to grab some breakfast.

Booth came out a bit later to find Brennan holding out a coffee for him, without looking up, while she sat on the bed reading the file on the case. He inhaled the sweet aroma of it as he grabbed the brown paper bag that was sitting on the table which held their breakfast, aka bagels.

He grabbed a plain bagel and split it in half, spreading cream cheese on one half and butter on the other. As he took a bite of the cream cheese half, he handed the buttered one to Brennan. She took a bite as she stood from the bed, and made her way for the door.

Booth quickly grabbed her kit and followed her out the door and to the car. He held her door open for her as she climbed inside, still reading the file and drinking her coffee. He closed the door and jogged over to his side, after he put her kit in the back.

As Booth pulled the car away from the hotel, Brennan turned the radio on and searched for a station, before finding one that she knew they both would like. The rest of the car ride was filled with their somewhat harmonized humming as they headed for the morgue.

It took them a few minutes to reach the morgue, but once they go there, they were in full out bickering mode.

"Really Booth, for once I would like to get to our destination without fearing for my life."

"I don't know what your talking about Bones."

She just glared in response.

"Okay, so we cut it a little close with that truck, but that was totally his fault. I had the right of way."

"It wouldn't have happened if I had been driving."

"No, don't even start that again."

"It's true!"

As they went back and forth, they approached an examination table that held the few Bones that they could find.

Booth was about to make some smartass comment in response, but he realized that he had already lost the interest of his partner to the bones in front of her.

She finds bones more interesting then me…God, I have no chance what so ever.

"Female. Late 20's, early 30's. Caucasian." She paused and looked up. "Well it is certain that the body was dismembered with what looks like some type of saw and then the parts were disposed of separately."

One of the local police turned and gave Booth a quick nod. Brennan was often bad at reading people, other than Booth that is, but even she caught this one.

"What?" She asked the officer as Booth opened a manila folder in his hands.

When she received no response, she turned to her partner. "Booth?"

"Are you sure?"

He knew before he even looked up at her face that he knew that he was on the receiving end of an intense glare. After confirming his feeling, he sighed.

"There has been an ongoing investigation of this serial killer case. We were hoping that this would just be a simple, wild dogs scattered the bones thing--"

"Definitely not."

Booth shot her a quick look before continuing on.

"He goes after young, engaged women and saws them apart. Usually leaving something for the fiancé. There have been four victims, now five, in the last seven months. The couple is generally from a nice upper class neighborhood on the outskirts of D.C. and all that jazz."

She skipped the 'I don't know what that means' and thought about the partical skeleton. "Well, we can get this back to the Jeffersonian and see what we find."

"Um, yea Bones...see there was a specific reason you and I were picked for this case..." He stopped unsure of how to continue on.

TBC...