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Brennan's eyes blinked open and she saw her partner's perfectly structured face staring back at her with a peaceful, sleepy smile on his face. He looked so different when he was asleep. Actually, he looked a lot like his son, Parker…

Her thoughts were abruptly stopped when Booth's eyes were open and staring into hers. His mouth turned into a grin. He tucked a strand of her sleep-messed hair behind her ear. She chuckled at him.

"What?" Booth beamed.

"You know, sleeping like this was alright. You don't kick me as much as you would in a single motel bed or trailer van because you aren't able to fully extend your limbs. And, well, neither am I. but it's nice."

"Ahh, Bones. You are special."

Brennan saw that the sun's rays were just peeking over the horizon. They should get back on the road soon.

"Get out." Brennan suddenly started to force him out of the car, reaching over him to open the door.

"Bones! What the heck are you doing?" he tried as he might to stay rooted to his seat, but his partner was forceful.

"No need for the incompetence, Booth! I need to get changed before we get on the road. And I need to brush my hair."

Booth sighed and stepped out of the vehicle without further resistance and leant against the car to wait, glaring at the roadside bushes. Brennan grabbed a spare change of clothes from the top of the bag she packed, and her toiletry bag. She changed quickly and made the best she could of the front of her hair. Booth heard the impact of Brennan's hairbrush thumping against the seat and looked over to see if she needed help. One look at his partner's face and he opened the door, carefully took the hairbrush from Brennan and began to work. He lightly swept the hair off the nape of her neck and ever so carefully, struggled to undo the knots in her beautiful hair, massaging his finger into her scalp.

"Thanks" she muttered.

Once her hair was smooth and Booth was certain all the knots were gone, he handed the brush back to her. Then he walked around to his door and reached over the back to grab his duffel bag.

"It's my turn now. I like my bed hair the way it is though." Booth grinned at Bones. No further explanation was needed. Brennan did the same as Booth, and waited for her partner to change. Sure, they could have gotten a motel room, Bones would have changed the unhygienic motel sheets to her own type and swapped the pillowcases, they would have had to buy dinner from a restaurant and pay for a motel that catered well, but Bones was happy eating drive-through take-out and sleeping on the road with her partner.

By the time Booth emerged from the car, Brennan had called the mechanic in the outer suburbs of Michigan, her phone GPS told her they were only an hour out from there.

"Hey Booth, apparently the problem lies in a misfire of the cylinders. To resolve the problem an ignition coil will need replacing. A mechanic can be here in an hour to fix it."

"That's great we know the problem, and how to fix it, but I could do it by myself! Now we are going to have to wait for them to come out, expecting 800 dollars…"

"It's not necessary to pay 800 dollars! It's only a small job; we aren't as far out of town as we thought we could be…"

"Well, I know mechanics, Bones. If they can get their hands on 800 dollars for a job, they are going to take it."

"You can just get work to pay for it, Booth! It's not a big deal anyway. We should review the case files again, see if we missed anything."

"For the third time? Come on! You know our clarity, we are a good team, and we don't miss anything!"

"How else do you suggest we use our time then?"

About an hour later, a car approached them and parked right behind them. Bones looked up from a file to see Booth dump his papers and jog over to the other car.

The car was back in drive, they were on the road, and Brennan was sure they didn't need any more of her trivia game. She wasn't too sure if Booth enjoyed the anthropological lesson on culture.

Booth looked over at her. She caught him from the corner of her eye, and smiled. Booth spoke up.

"Hannah and I broke up, y'know. I just thought I should tell you, since we are partners… who spend a lot of our time together. And it's mainly the reason why I went on field work alone with Sweets to the hospital the other day to talk to the victim's boss."

"Wow Booth. Uh, how are you dealing with it? Are you alright?"

"Come on, the reason I didn't tell Sweets is 'cause… I was trying to avoid those questions."

"I was merely trying to show concern. What should I say then? Congratulations are certainly not in order. You told me that you, as a couple, were 'serious as a heart attack'."

"I, Um, I don't know Bones. We just lost our spark, you know? Every conversation or suggestion turned into an argument… it got too much to handle. And she really missed her work over in Afghanistan. Eventually she was needed there, she really is a 'nomad' as you would say, really... and … she still seemed to think there was… at some time… you know…" Booth made suggestive gestures. "Between you… and me."

"What? No! That is strictly against regulations! And you, as an alpha male, are very loyal in relationships. You always tell me that you would never cheat on a woman! Yet I find myself feeling sorry for you Booth. I'm sorry she broke your heart."

"It's OK, Bones."

However close the partners were, they always knew their comfort zone, and outside relationships were not in that zone. That was part of the reason Bones felt slightly guilty at the news. She reached out a comforting hand to rest on his free one.

When they were finally reaching the outskirts of Michigan the sun was high in the sky. Booth cruised through the streets; the chit-chat of the partners was occasionally interrupted by the GPS instructions from Brennan's phone.

They reached the hotel that was previously booked for them by the FBI and checked in early, but not as early as usual. They always rushed when they were on the road, tried to get there with no pit stops or rest.

It was a nice hotel; it had everything that one could think of. Bones wanted to stay in something upper-class because she wanted the hygiene to be as good as possible. Knowing all she did about particulates and microorganisms within a shared environment, she sometimes didn't feel comfortable staying in anything less than great. But she brought her own sheets and pillows anyway. However, Booth didn't care what the bed was like as long as it didn't hurt his back.

When they were unpacked and settled, there was still a good couple hours of daylight. Booth had just tested out the TV when he spoke,

"Since it's only 4, you think we could do something, maybe check out the city?"

"We are in a good location, we could take a walk. I think I saw a great park on the way here, we could have a look." Bones suggested.

And so the partners took the next two hours taking a walk through the park, drinking coffees and feeding ducks. It may seem like procrastinating, since they were there for work purposes, and they probably should have been interviewing suspects or something work related, but they needed the relaxation. They decided to start the hard work the next day; a good night's sleep was actually needed. It took a lot of convincing from Booth to take the rest of the day off, because Bones thought that a walk meant half an hour, then a full night of work.

As the sun was setting they decided on an early dinner and found a nice little restaurant, still within walking distance of their hotel. The food and the service was wonderful, Booth even had a great apple pie for dessert. As they walked back to the hotel in the dark street, Booth slipped his arm around Bones' waist. It was comfortable that way, the closeness.

Booth was lying in bed, about an hour later, it was early but they decided to get a sufficient amount of sleep before they worked all day and possibly most of the next night. He was warm in the bed, it was comfortable. But it didn't feel right. He was bored.

Summoning the inner teenager inside of him that was nagging to emerge, he opened his eyes and stared at his partner in the dim light. She was nearly asleep in the bed next to his; their beds were in the same room. He grinned, and called out,

"Hey Bones!"

Booth watched as she opened her eyes slowly and sleepily, and simply smiled at him. Booth didn't actually think about what to say to Bones after he woke her.

"Where are we gonna start tomorrow hey? I know we've been over it a thousand times but, I need something to think about."

Brennan frowned at him; obviously she was trying to sleep. But it was actually really early for Booth and his body wasn't ready to shut down just yet.

This time Bones showed some sign of life, she shifted around and groaned.

"Go to sleep, Booth."

He listened to what she said for a few minutes, but gave up. He just couldn't get comfortable.

"HEY BONES?" Cheeky grin.

Bones groaned and mumbled something unintelligible.

"Goodnight, Booth."

Booth sighed,

"Goodnight Bones. Sweet dreams" he whispered softly, and finally became tired. Eventually sleep washed over him.

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