Spoilers: Nope!

Disclaimer: Blah. I don't own Bones, Thai food, cell phones, fingerprint technology, need I go on?

Author's Note: Well, hello again! Okay...about this chapter...I really like this one. It's sort of cute (major FLUFF), if you ask me, but then, I may be bragging. Or in denial about how bad it really is. This chapter was typed at seven thirty in the morning, after about two hours sleep, listening to Boy George and the Culture Club. So seriously, feel free to reprimand me if I do something stupid in this chapter! Okay...long Author's Note, here. I'll let you get on with reading. Thank you to all my reviewers!

"Okay, so we'll go see the Tuckers again tomorrow," Booth said through a mouthful of fried rice.

"Only this time, we have to speak to the whole family," Brennan finished, taking a drink. Booth nodded once, confirming that that was what he was thinking.

There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes, until Booth spoke what they were both thinking. "But how did Lili's fingerprint get there?"

Brennan looked up thoughtfully. "Well, the only thing that I can think of that makes any logical sense is that the Tucker's, or one of them, kept Maxim's body somewhere for up to four years, possibly longer, then buried him at the park. Lili's paper was probably dropped out of a pocket, or something." She didn't look too sure. Booth thought for a second.

"Who could-? Why keep the body? Where was it until now? Who buried it? Who kept it?" Booth looked imploringly at Brennan, who shrugged sympathetically. "It just doesn't fit. Even if one of the Tucker's...accidentally killed him, or something, there would be no way they could keep the body."

"I know what you're saying, but-"

"I've got it!" Booth nearly yelled, making Brennan jump slightly. His eyes sparkled with excitement. "Is it possible that he was buried, years ago, dug up, then reburied? The paper, like you said, being accidental."

Brennan was silent for a minute, chewing thoughtfully. "It's possible, but highly improbable." She set to explaining. "I don't think it is, because the position the body was in when it was found was...what you would call complete, I suppose. By that I mean that if someone had, they would have had to rebury him before decomposition had completely finished, because the bones were all in the right places."

"All the fractures were intact, too, which is just further evidence of what I was just saying. If the body had been moved, to remain so intact, it could only have been moved, in ideal conditions, up to, say, eighteen months of the original burial."

She took another mouthful. Booth could tell she wasn't finished yet, so he remained silent. She continued. "That said, the depth at which he was buried, and if he was buried in very dry soil lengthens this timeframe." Booth looked askance at her. "If he was buried in such conditions, complete skeletonization could take up to three years."

She paused and Booth suddenly remembered why he admired her so much; he could almost see her brain working, making connections. She started talking again, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"But I can't be sure. I mean, it's a workable timeframe. I didn't have very much time with the remains. Which is your fault, by the way," she added, feigning anger. Booth chuckled and rolled his eyes.

Brennan held up her hand in an 'I have an idea' motion and Booth was silent as she pulled out her phone and dialed.

"Hodgins! Booth and I were just talking; is it possible that the body was buried twice?"

"Doctor Brennan, hi. I don't know. It's...possible..."

"Okay, I want you to go through the soil samples from immediately around the remains, and see if it is all consistent. Get Zach to re-examine the fractured bones to see if there's any sign of relocation."

"Sure, Doctor Brennan. Anything else?" Brennan looked at Booth, suddenly remembering their earlier conversation.

"Oh! Yes! Could the anomalies in the paper be explained if the paper was homemade?" Hodgins paused, obviously thinking, or checking something.

"Yes! Doctor Brennan, you're a genius! I've been working on that all day!" Brennan heard typing and a few distant shouts. She looked again at Booth, who was half looking at her, half stuffing himself with mee krob. She stifled a smile.

"Actually, Hodgins, it was Booth who thought of it," she said, smiling encouragingly at Booth, as if he were a child. Booth smiled back and then continued to shovel food into his mouth. Child's about right, she thought.

"Dude! Tell Booth he rocks!" There was a pause. "Wait. Angela wants to talk to you. At least she's being civilized this time and asking." Brennan smiled as she heard a whack and an 'ow' coming from Hodgins.

"Hi, Brennan," Angela drawled. She was really asking if anything had happened yet.

"Hey, Ange. You want to tell me something?"

"Actually, I want to speak to Booth. Hand him the phone."

"Angela."

"Bye, Brennan!" Brennan sighed dramatically. She mumbled 'bye' and handed her phone to Booth. Booth's face lit up.

"Angela! How's my second favourite girl?" He looked pointedly at Brennan, pointing at her, mouthing 'number one'. Brennan smiled and forced back a blush.

Angela said something and Booth's face fell slowly, sulking. "But-" Angela kept talking.

"Fine. No. Well, sort of. Yes. No! No!" Booth was monosyllabic, Angela was still speaking and Brennan was totally clueless. Booth sighed deeply, dramatically.

"Okay, fine. I will. No, I will not promise! Because you don't just 'promise' something like that! It's not that I don't want to...It's just...Okay. Okay. Bye, Angela." Booth's voice had become less and less enthusiastic as the conversation, albeit one sided had gone on.

He handed the phone back to Brennan. "Don't ask," he mumbled grumpily. Brennan smiled. Whatever it was, Angela had won. As usual.

They continued eating for a while in silence.

"Hodgins said to tell you that 'you rock'!" she said, mimicking Hodgins' earlier excitement, punching the air with her fist. Booth laughed at her outburst, pretending to dodge her fist, which was nowhere near him.

Booth put his hand to his heart, mock-proudly. "Well, you know, I am wonderful." He gave her his Charm Smile. She rolled her eyes, and without thinking, pegged a piece of carrot at him. Booth blinked then looked at her, eyes wide, mouth a perfect 'o'.

"Did you just?" He looked between her and the piece of carrot on the floor. Bones. Bones? Bones is picking a food-fight with me... He decided to play her game. "You...you..." Booth stuttered, picking up a piece or broccoli and throwing it at her across the table. Brennan gave a very un-Brennan-like squeal as she dodged it.

Brennan picked up a piece of something unidentifiable and prepared to throw it at Booth, fully intending on hitting him this time, when a young man in an apron came to the table.

"Um, I'm going to have to ask you to leave..." He shot a glance behind him at some other apron-clad teenagers. Lost the coin toss, Booth surmised. Brennan looked at the boy, shocked.

"We're sorry, man." He leaned closer to the boy. "She just gets a little bit carried away sometimes," he whispered just loud enough to let Brennan hear. Just as she was about to retort his comment, he got up and grabbed her elbow, standing her up swiftly, then grabbing her by the shoulders, pushing her towards the door.

As soon as they got outside, she pegged the unidentifiable food at him. "Hey!" he yelled, pointing a finger at her. "Bad, Bones. Bad. And here I was thinking you were civilized. Mature."

"You started it," she replied, cocking an eyebrow. She was sure she had won this one. Booth looked offended.

"I did not! You were the one who threw a carrot at me!" he said, incredulous. She's accusing me!

"Well, I wouldn't have had to if you weren't being so cocky!" There was a second of silence before they both laughed at the absurdity of the argument, and he slung his arm around her shoulders. She welcomed the warmth of an extra body, leaning into him slightly.

She only slightly regretted walking to the restaurant.

"Cold?' he asked, concern in his voice.

"Not anymore," she smiled up at him. He tightened his arm around her anyway, smiling back. She rolled her eyes dramatically, making him laugh. She could feel his laugh reverberating in his chest and closed her eyes for a few seconds.

They walked on for about ten minutes in silence, until Booth suddenly stopped, surprising Brennan. She turned around to look at him, slightly worried, until she saw his smile. "What?" she asked, bemused. Booth's grin widened.

"We didn't pay," he stated simply, bursting into laughter. Brennan was shocked; she hadn't realized.

"Well, we should go back and-" Brennan was cut off by Booth's finger over her lips. It wasn't the gesture that had made her stop, it was the contact. Her stomach flipped. Booth didn't move his finger.

"No, Bones," he said quietly. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "That's the fun part."

She shuddered as he pulled away, his rough jaw brushing hers. When he met her eyes he was smiling like a naughty teen. Brennan laughed. "You..." she said, shaking her head. Booth smiled proudly in response.

"I'd hate to have seen you as a teenager, Booth."

"Aw, come on, you would have loved me!"

I would have been allowed to, she thought dryly, instantly erasing the thought. "Unlikely," she muttered, instead, turning around and continuing their walk back to the hotel. He caught up to her, still smiling, and slung his arm back over her shoulders.

"So," Brennan ventured. "What did Angela have to say to you?"

"Ah, Bones, Bones, Bones," he said mock-sadly, shaking his head and pulling her closer. "You know I'm never gonna tell you that."

"Come on! She's my best friend!" she whined.

"Ha!" Booth scoffed. "Not gonna happen."

"But-"

"Not gonna happen," Booth teased in a sing-song voice.

"Please?"

"Nope. Never."

"Boo-"

"No."

"A-"

"No."

Brennan opened her mouth.

"No."

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