No matter how hard she tried, images of last night kept replaying in her mind, and Temperance Brennan just couldn't sit there with Sully at breakfast; it was uncomfortable. Therefore, she had decided to go into work, the Jeffersonian her sanctuary of distraction, with a cup of highly caffeinated coffee and the determination to get Booth out of her mind.

She had settled into her office and sat down, arranging her desk before noticing exactly where she was, and exactly where Booth had been… She jumped off her chair and looked to the floor where she and Booth…

Brennan shook it off and sat down again. Just a dream. Just a dream. She had been chanting that in her head over and over again, continually fighting for a way for it to sink into her brain. Why Booth? She was happy with Sully, Sully was wonderful. Obviously Booth was on my mind before I went to sleep and Sully was next me, my conscious must have gotten confused, she rationalized. Happy to accept her conclusion, Dr. Brennan switched on her computer and began the day's work.

"Dr. Brennan?" Cam walked through to her office, surprised to see anyone working on a Saturday.

"Morning Cam." Brennan faintly smiled.

"What are you doing here, it's a Saturday." Cam asked, arms crossed and leaning on the doorframe. Without realizing it, Brennan began to analyze her physical appearance to maybe find why Booth had been so attracted to her. Cam was tall, had dark hair, scientifically brilliant, much like herself, so why had Booth never looked at Brennan that way? Brennan shook the thought out, convincing herself it was of no importance at all.

"I know. I just thought I'd come in, do some paperwork, get organized." She shrugged. Cam smiled, no doubt thinking that Brennan was possibly to the most organized person she'd ever met. Brennan couldn't deny it, she'd always been the neat and tidy one, though she found it more of a contribution than a burden. Maybe Booth finds me too compulsive… What is this obsession with what Booth thinks all of a sudden? She inwardly sighed. Obviously, this wasn't going to go away easily, maybe what she needed was a little help.

Cam didn't exactly look convinced, but it wasn't in her nature to pry, so she just said, "Ok, I'll be in my office if you need me."

Before she left, Brennan called out, "Cam, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Cam looked surprised, but pulled up the chair opposite Brennan and seemed to want to help. "What can I do?"

Brennan smiled self-consciously, thinking maybe this wasn't the best way for this kinda help. "Well, ok, say I had a dream about someone I didn't expect to dream about and now it's the only thing I can concentrate on. What do I do?"

Cam smiled. "Brennan when you're in love, you tend to think about that person all the time. Sully's a lucky guy, don't worry about it."

"Um, no, you don't understand, it's not Sully." Temperance felt a headache begin to form, one of those tired, migraine type headaches. She squeezed the ridge of her nose trying to find relief, there was none.

"Then who…?" Cam asked, slumping back down in her chair. She caught Brennan's worried look and understood. "Oh." Brennan said nothing. "Oh." Cam repeated.

"What do I do?" Temperance asked, not understanding why one dream would make her feel this confused, it's not like Booth had feelings for her, and even if he had, it's not like she had feelings for him that way, right?

"Do you… have feelings for Booth?" Cam asked, clearly made uncomfortable discussing her ex-boyfriend with her co-worker.

"No, I'm with Sully." She answered, feeling less certain than she sounded.

"Then I wouldn't worry, it was just a dream, they happen." Cam smiled reassuringly. "The best thing to do would be to avoid him all today and then by tomorrow, the dust would have settled."

Brennan breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah, good idea. Thanks Cam, and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Cam smiled briefly and then left the room. However painful that might have been to her humility, Cam gave good advise and she was going to take it.

Her computer was on and scanned through her work files, looking for anything unfinished or not done. As it turned out, Dr. Brennan had pretty much organized everything and now there was nothing left to do.

She clicked onto her email for what must have been the first time in months. She usually had her cell on her, so there wasn't really any need for email. About 40 Spam emails appeared, offering her free supplies of viagra, free cursors and smilies, facial reconstruction special offers and a number of other items which she believed no one would ever buy online. She quickly deleted it all and was left with just one very old email. The email informed her than an 'Agent Seeley Booth' was to be her partner in any homicide or suicide cases, or should she need an FBI consort. She reflected on her first meeting with Agent Booth and had only just realized how they'd grown as a couple – team! How they'd grown as a team. Booth's name now seemed to pop out at her every time he was mentioned in the email; not helpful. She deleted the email as it now served no logical purpose and went to get a coffee refill at the machine outside her office.

Taking a deep breath, she blinked her eyes and tried once more to focus on her work. She picked up her phone, which was set on silent, and it blinked 'one missed call' across the screen. She hit the message replay and heard Sully's voice.

"Hey Tempy, just wanted to check in, you seemed a little off this morning. If I did something wrong, I'm sorry. Yeah, so, call me when you get the time." Then the phone went silent.

Great, Temperance thought. I've managed to make Sully think he's done something wrong. This is insane. I shouldn't be feeling guilty, I didn't do anything!

Before she had time to hit redial so that she could apologise to Sully, her phone buzzed, alerting her to an incoming call. "Hello?"

"Morning, Bones." Booth's voice rang through the phone. For a split second, Brennan's voice was stuck inside her throat, unable to respond. "Bones?"

"Yeah." She stuttered. "I'm here."

"Good, there's a body been found in the woods just south of Brookfield." Booth said, straight to the point, void of emotion. Temperance understood perfectly well that forming attachments to the work was unhealthy in this line of business, but sometimes it was hard not to look at a corpse as just evidence and not a dead person.

"So, that's why you called?" Brennan asked, mortified by her own words as she said them. Why else would he call?

"Well, yeah, Bones, you're my corpse guy." Booth replied, fully aware she'd find his teasing annoying. "I'm on my way to pick you up, I'll be at yours in five."

"I'm not at my house, I'm at the Jeffersonian." Brennan admitted, awaiting the obvious workaholic speech headed her way.

"On a Saturday, Bones?" He retorted. She sighed, allowing him to hear that she really wasn't in the mood. "Ok, I'm on my way." She heard a screeching sound, most likely the result of a 180 turn from Booth's reckless driving.

"Booth, is there any way we could do this another time, like tomorrow?" She crossed her fingers and hoped and prayed, knowing the most likely answer would be…

"Why would you want to do it tomorrow? I've got the body, I have me and there's you, come on Bones, crimes to solve, bad guys to catch!" He sounded like a kid at Christmas who'd just got a cowboy set as his present, guns blazing.

"Right." She muttered, rolling her eyes. Of course she couldn't get away from Booth for one day when she needed it the most, that would be too convenient!