Spoilers: Nope.

Disclaimer: Huh. I just got a cold in the middle of Summer. It sucks...Any remedies?

Author's Note: Um, there isn't reall much to say about this chapter. You'll have to see for yourself, I suppose! Thankyou again to all my reviewers; you keep me writing! Here's chapter fifteen, enjoy:

Brennan sat with the phone dead in her hands for what seemed like an hour, mulling over this print and the abnormalities in the paper makeup. By the time she realized it was eight o'clock, and she was starving, she had also come to the realization that she had to tell Booth about these revelations regarding the fingerprint and paper.

Uh oh, she thought. She really didn't want to face him, but she knew it would be unfair and unprofessional not to tell him straight away, awkward or not.

She decided to venture out, tell Booth the news, then escape to find some food, as fast as possible. She briefly considered calling him, but decided that was a little too childish.

Taking a deep breath, she left her room, subconsciously fiddling with her hair. Here goes..., she thought as she knocked softly on the door. "Booth?" No response. "Booth, it's me..." Maybe he went out?

The door opened suddenly to reveal Booth, wearing a towel and a sopping white t-shirt, hair dripping down his face and neck. Her mind was torn between two images; one of Booth the night before, standing, staring at her silently, crying. The other involving certain actions she tried to block out of her brain.

Brennan studied him subconsciously, and noticed that he had goose-bumps. "You're cold. Must be the air out here. We should close the door," she stated obviously. Booth flushed red, and Brennan looked confused, trying to find the root of Booth's embarrassment, when se realized that the temperature inside the room was no warmer than the temperature outside.

Booth moved aside, holding the door open for her, his hair dripping on her arm. The water was freezing. A cold shower? She thought, confused. Suddenly, she realized the implications there, and turned bright red, hiding her face.

Booth sighed with relief. At least the shower had worked by the time she had arrived. He could think of no way he could have explained that to her. As if he hadn't done enough as it was. Still, he had no idea why she was there. He hoped to God she didn't want to have 'a talk'.

He simultaneously thanked God that she hadn't run, like he had expected.

He had a lot to say, bur he held it to let her speak first. She might be here 'on business', and he didn't want to make an ass of himself. Again.

She ducked her head, blushing slightly. In the dim room, she was exquisite, and Booth had a hard time ignoring her. Stop it, Seeley, before you need another shower! He scolded himself.

But when she looked up to meet his eyes, the voice shut up. A sort of electricity passed between them, bringing unwanted emotions on hard and fast. Both tore their eyes away.

"Um, Hodgins just called." Lame.

"Oh," was all he could think to say. Brilliant, Seeley.

"They found a piece of paper with a strange chemical makeup." Booth made a 'go on' gesture, now completely focused on the case. Brennan continued.

"There was a fingerprint on the paper. The fingerprint belongs to Lili Tucker."

"What? How is that possible?" Booth sat on the edge of his bed. Brennan remained standing; that was not a safe place for the two of them right now.

"Well," she began, "It's possible only if the body was actually buried less than four years ago. Probably closer to two years, considering Lili's age and size." Booth sat on the bed in front of her, frowning, obviously thinking extremely hard.

"The paper," he said bluntly.

"What about it?"

"What were the...things that weren't supposed to be there?" Brennan was curious to see where he was going with this, so she told him straight away.

"Trace amounts of iodine and paint thinner." There was silence for a few seconds. Brennan watched Booth think.

"They put iodine in water in some states, don't they?"

"Yes...? You think that the paper may have been dropped in water and paint thinner?" She was almost incredulous.

"No, no, no. I'm thinking that it was home made paper. Every tool shed and garage in the country has turps. And water, well, is water," Booth stated, eyebrows raised in a question. "What do you think?"

Brennan thought for a few seconds, the slowly broke into a smile. "That would do it! I remember making paper at school when I was about Lili's age."

Of course she does, he thought proudly. "That would explain the fingerprint!" Brennan nodded.

Booth stood up so fast he almost lost his towel. Brennan laughed, all awkwardness forgotten, replaced by excitement. Though what exactly about, they couldn't be sure. At least, not yet. But they were getting there.

Booth moved into the bathroom, excusing himself, and Brennan took his place on the edge of the bed, unsure what to do next.

"Hey." From the bathroom. "You think they have Thai food in Virginia?" Brennan laughed slightly at Booth's sarcasm.

"They better, because I'm starving!" she replied. With that, Booth walked out of the bathroom, dressed and hair brushed. Brennan looked at his appearance, and asked sulkily, "Where did you get those?" She pointed to his jeans.

"Oh, I always keep a spare pair in my car. You know, in case you end up getting me covered in human goop, or something," he said, grinning cheerily. Brennan matched his grin.

"Occupational hazard," she retorted playfully. Booth chuckled.

"Shall we?" He moved across the room and held the door open for her, standing aside. Brennan just smiled and nodded in response.

To her, this was the beauty of their relationship: one minute they were yelling, the next they were purely professional, the next they were just two friends, having a good time. Brennan didn't know if they could handle adding a new dimension to their relationship. But she was glad he didn't want to have 'a talk'.

That she couldn't have handled.

To Brennan's surprise, as they got out of the life, Booth slung his arm around he shoulders, winking at the receptionist, and only half playfully, and very deliberately, pulled Brennan close. She shot him a confused look.

"For Regan," he smirked into her ear, nodding towards the blonde from earlier. Liar, he told himself, You are so going to hell.