Oh my god, thanks for all the AMAZING reviews:) This chapter may seem a bit OC but it will make sense at the end (i hope) and if it doesn't ... well Bones needs a wild side :)

A crumpled up piece of paper flew threw her window and hit Brennan squarely in the left eye.

"What the hell?" she said out loud, picking up the unceremoniously folded sheet of paper and spreading it out.

Bones,

I've broken out.

Meet me at the tree under your window.

Booth

Smiling, and tucking her hand nervously behind her ear, Brennan crossed to her window and looked down to see Seeley Booth leaning against the tree trunk.

"Hey good-looking," she yelled, in a very un-bones like way. "You throwing love notes at me?"

Booth turned to look at her, grinning, "I might be."

"Where did you break out off?"

"An extremely dull meeting about the politically correct terms for apprehending a criminal," he replied, laughing. "I mean, duh. It's pretty simply. Utter some threats, throw on a pair of cuffs … "

"Politically correct were the key words in that sentence, Booth."

Booth laughed. "So what are you up too? Care to join me?"

She wouldn't mind that at all. She had been on a high all day. She had been up, down, pacing, drumming. It was a quiet time at the Jeffersonian. No crazed serial killers had left any presents for the FBI and no museums needed identification for two thousand year old skeletons. Angela was wandering the gardens with her note pad and Zach and Hodgins had started 'The First Ever Official Jeffersonian Bug Racing Competition.' Brennan had attempted to get another chapter or so of her new book written but had received a large dose of writers block. Booth's proposal seemed like a highly welcomed distraction.

"One moment," grabbing her coat, Brennan ran back to the window and started taking off her heels. Throwing the shoes to a bewildered Booth, she put one leg out the window, careful to not give any lurking males a view of her underwear, and placed it securely on the tree branch.

"What the hell are you doing, Bones?" asked an amused Booth.

"Breaking out," she carefully climbed the rest of the way out of the window and started sidling across the branch.

"Just don't fall," said Booth. "I don't want to have to take Zach instead of my forensic Anthropologist."

"It's a two story building. What's the worst that could happen?"

"I've known some very un-co people. I swear they could find something to trip over in a flat, empty land mass."

When Brennan had reached the bottom branch Booth reached out and took her hand, helping her into the grass.

"So what was that about?" Booth asked.

"What?"

"You. Yelling out the window. Climbing out the window," he paused. "Are you on medication?"

"No, but Angela did give me something to drink," Brennan jabbered on.

"Oh,"

"I think it was called Red Bull,"

"So that's why you thought you could fly?"

"What?"

"Out the window," Booth smirked. "They say that 'Red bull gives you wings!'"

:) I saw the ad on TV today and this was beggin to be written. Course, it may seem a bit OC for your liking but oh well lol. Next chapter is more like their usual selves. Seeya's!!

Slunks back I forgot to ask. Can someone tell me what a betta does exactly:) thanks!