here is the next snippet of the kansas saga...Is brennan warming up? (i know its the chapter title, but i thought i would reiterate it!)

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Brennan opened her eyes, slightly dazed. She scanned the room she was in, and felt an arm wrapped protectively around her waist. Sully…wait no, not Sully… She turned to face the man. "Booth." She whispered, and he stirred, smiling at the sight of her.

"Hey Bones…"

Brennan smiled, but quickly rose out of bed. "Good morning. I am going to go take a shower, okay?"

Booth nodded, and she escaped to the bathroom. Booth sighed, and waited for her to finish. Once she emerged, he smiled.

"Sorry about last night…I was just lonely."

Booth smiled. "It's understandable Bones. You just went through a tough experience."

Brennan smiled. "Thank you for understanding."

Booth grinned goofily. "Don't I always?"

Brennan nudged him, and he laughed. He headed to the showers, and Brennan rushed to the bed and sunk her face in the sheets. She smiled at his scent.

I don't know why I wanted to do this. Her phone rang.

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"Brennan, did I wake you up?"

"No, Angela, do you have information for me?"

"Well, yes…but how are you holding up?"

Brennan though of last night and smiled. She felt comforted by Booth being there, but she didn't want anything…else…to happen. She just wanted things to stay how they were, forever. She didn't want to get involved…yet. Whoa?! Yet? What am I doing? I don't want to push him away, I need his friendship.

"Bren…sweetie?"

Brennan snapped back into reality. "Oh, yes, I am okay. What do you have?"

Booth walked out of the bathroom. Brennan turned to him. He was standing, dripping wet, clad only with a towel on his waist.

"Well, the chemical composition of the baby powder matched the baby powder belonging to a girl named Megan Sanderson."

Brennan almost dropped her phone when she realized she was staring and quickly turned around and jotted the name down.

"Megan…Sanderson…okay great. What about the body, any other unaccounted bruises?"

"No, and sweetie, you sound flustered…does everyone have clothes on over there?" Brennan giggled. "Bye Angela."

"You ARE going to tell me Brennan!"

Brennan heard her scream as she snapped the phone shut.

Booth had already begun dressing, wearing pants, shoes and an undershirt. "Did Angela have any information?"

"Yes, she said the baby powder belonged to a girl named Megan Sanderson."

Booth nodded. "Excellent. I got addresses for all of Samantha's classmates last night, so let's go."

"Okay, just let me get my purse." Brennan grabbed her belongings and walked out of the hotel room, Booth following behind. She smells so good, like a soft lavender and vanilla. I love it…Seeley! This is Bones! I need to stop thinking like this.

Brennan waited for him to catch up. I wish he could understand what he means to me. He has helped me through so much. I love him being there for me…wait…I LOVE??? No, I don't love Booth, I just appreciate him…right?

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"So where does she live Booth?"

"Just two more blocks Bones, I promise."

Brennan smiled. She had been stuck in this SUV for two hours, and she really wanted to get out.

"Here we are." Booth said and got out of the car, and was quickly followed by Brennan.

"So, what are you going to tell her? She is only seven."

Booth nodded. "That's okay, I just need to ask her some questions, just try not to say anything too…science-y Bones, okay?" Booth knocked on the door. "Hello ma'am, I am special agent Seeley Booth, and this is my partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan."

"Please come in, how may I help you?" The short, stout woman with brunette hair smiled warmly at them.

"Actually, we are here to talk to Megan, is she around?" Booth said.

The mother looked at them, puzzled for a moment before a sense of recognition worked through her face. "Oh, about Sammy? She is having a tough time with this. Sammy was her best friend." Brennan and Booth shared glances, as an awkward little girl walked into the room.

"Hello Megan, my name is-" Booth started.

"You work for the FBI?" She asked tartly.

"Yes, I do."

"She doesn't though, does she? She wears pretty clothes."

Brennan smiled. "No, I don't work for the FBI, but I help them solve cases."

Booth nodded approvingly at Brennan. "Now Megan, we have some questions regarding Samantha Richards."

"I didn't mean to do it." The girl responded frightfully.

"Didn't mean to do what, Megan?" Brennan asked. The girl shook her head.

"It's okay Megan, I believe you. I know you didn't mean to do it, it's okay." Booth smiled gently at the girl who stared at him curiously. "Megan...it's okay. You can trust me." Booth reiterated. He smiled at her again, and she ran toward him and hugged him. Booth moved slightly backwards, surprised at the actions of the girl, but soon hugged her, utilizing his experience as a father to comfort her.

"He told me to do it." She sobbed into his shirt.

Booth nodded, holding the sobbing child closer to his body. Brennan longed to help, but she didn't know what was going on, or how to help this little girl.

"What happened?" Booth asked soothingly, loosening his grip on the girl. Megan sat in his lap, and stared into his face.

"I wanted to win the competition, and he made me cut holes in her shoes, and so I won. She told me she knew it was me, and the cops would come to take me away. Please don't take me to jail.

"Were you jealous of Sammy?" Brennan asked.

The girl faced her. "Well, duh! She won EVERYTHING. No one else EVER won when she competed."

The mother walked in, still ignorant of her daughter's confession. "It's time to go to dance class honey."

Booth and Brennan looked at the mother. "Could we possibly accompany you to the studio and watch the girls, just to observe the class?" Booth asked.

The mother nodded. "Of course." The girl ran upstairs to change, and Booth and Brennan walked to their SUV.

"So who do you think 'he' is?" Brennan looked at Booth.

"I think that 'he' is the dance instructor, and the man Samantha's mother was having an affair with." Booth said.

Brennan nodded. "That makes sense."

Booth nodded. "I know. My gut never fails me."

Brennan rolled her eyes, and Booth laughed. They were both happy that they were able to fall back into their normal ways.

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"Girls! The formation is wrong! What are you doing?" A tall, handsome man stood in the center of the room, once he spotted Booth and Brennan, he walked over them. "Keep working on those heel-toe steps girls!" He smiled at them. "Can I help you two?"

Brennan nodded.

"Sir, I am special agent Seeley Booth, this is my partner Dr. Temperance Brennan, and we would like to ask you a few questions about Samantha Richards."

The man nodded. "Of course, however I can help."

Booth eyed the man. "Your name is…"

"Oh, I am sorry. My name is David Bailey. Nice to meet you two."

"Okay, Mr. Bailey, do you know a girl named Samantha Richards?" Brennan asked.

The man looked at Brennan. "Of course I knew her, by the way, Doctor, what exactly do you have a Ph.D. in?"

"Well-" Brennan began, but Booth cut her off.

"Hey, we are gonna ask the questions, okay? So why don't you stop changing the subject. Do you know a woman named Mary-Ann Richards?"

The man went slightly pale. "Yes, I know Mary-Ann. She is Sammy's mother…"

Booth nodded. "And?"

Bailey turned to him, eyes glaring. "What, what do you want me to say Agent Booth?"

Booth just smirked and jotted something down in his notebook.

"Is there something else to tell Mr. Bailey?" Brennan questioned, and David looked at her sweetly.

"Actually, yes there is. Mary-Ann and I were…we were having an affair. Adam found out just a couple of days before Sammy went missing, that is why Mary-Ann thinks it's him. I just hope we get her home safely, for Mary-Ann's sake. She has been so distraught lately."

Booth nodded, and Brennan looked at Booth. He smiled at her then turned to Bailey. "Mr. Bailey, do you know anything about Megan Sanderson sabotaging Samantha Richards during a competition?"

The man sighed. "Yes, I do. Megan was Sammy's best friend, they always partnered together, but Megan was always jealous of her. Sammy just had so much natural grace that she easily won almost every competition she entered. She had a real knack for dancing."

"Do you know what she did?"

The man nodded again, and began fidgeting with his shirt. "She cut holes in her shoes, made it impossible for her to dance."

"Actually, you can still…" Brennan stopped when Booth shot her a glare. I guess now is not the time to point out obviously ridiculous statements.

"Anyways, Megan won the competition, and Sammy was furious at Megan, wouldn't talk to her for a month. Finally the parents forced them to make up. They really were a great duo."

"Thank you Mr. Bailey, your information has been very helpful." Booth said.

"Anytime, I will always be happy to help bring Sammy home." The man smiled one last time at their backs, before quickly turning around. "And one and two and three and four, lift that chin Marcy!"

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"You were right Booth." Brennan admitted over her Thai food.

"Well, now we have a motive for the dance instructor."

Brennan looked at him curiously. "No we don't. He said he was looking for the daughter, he said he wanted to find her."

Booth smiled. "Yeah, but do you believe him, he had an affair with a married woman." Brennan shrugged. "People change right?"

Booth shook his head. "Not that fast."

"Old dogs learn new tricks right?"

Booth laughed. "No, actually the saying is old dogs can't learn new tricks, so your argument actually proves mine, does it not?"

Brennan shrugged. "Well, this is all just speculation; we have to wait for the facts."

Booth smiled. "I don't think we will get facts at ten o'clock at night."

Brennan nodded, and sat back in her chair. She looked around the hotel room, observing the walls. She had so much on her mind; she just wanted true, factual evidence. As if in answer to her pleas, Brennan's phone rang. "Brennan"

"Hey Bren, we have new evidence for you!" Angela's perky voice made Brennan smile. She missed her best friend.

"Yes?"

"Well, Zach found traces of the baby powder in ALL the damaged areas."

Brennan smiled at Booth, who had brought her another beer, and she mouthed 'thank you.' He nodded, and opened his.

"And, I found DNA in the baby powder!"

"Whose did it belong to?"

Angela smiled over the phone. "No congrats for my investigating skills?"

Brennan laughed. "I am impressed Angela, I never thought you got that close to the actual remains."

Angela giggled. "I didn't, I just looked at what Hodgins had."

Brennan smiled. "How is Hodgins?"

"As of one hour ago, he is great. And so is the break room come to think of it."

Brennan giggled. "I'm happy for you Ange, but you really need to get a bed."

Angela sighed. "Room, Brennan, get a room."

"Oh, okay, got it."

"So, is the evidence enough?"

"You never told me who the DNA belonged to."

"Oh yeah, it belonged to the dad, Adam Richards."

"Thanks Ange, have fun."

"I always do." Brennan snapped her phone shut and looked at Booth.

"Well?"

"The DNA they found in the baby powder belonged to Adam Richards."

Booth nodded. "Looks like we have our prime suspect."

Brennan nodded. "What's on television?"

Booth smiled at Brennan and pounced on the remote. "I'm glad you are coming to see the light, Bones."

"I don't know what that means."

"It means you are finally starting to understand the good things in life."

"Simple pleasures?"

Booth smiled. "Yes, simple pleasures."

Brennan stared at the television screen. "I forgot how much I liked television." Booth laughed. "Booth, I'm kind of tired."

Booth looked at her again, full of concern. He didn't want her to faint again. "Are you okay?"

Brennan nodded. "Yes, and you aren't moving…" They both smirked. "But we have had a long day." Booth nodded, suddenly aware of his situation. Did she want him to sleep with her again, or to sleep on the couch? Brennan was struggling with the same problem, until Booth started moving his stuff to the couch. "Booth…"

He looked at her. How he longed to lie next to her again, to feel her warmth, but she wasn't ready. "It's okay Bones; I can sleep on the couch."

"No, Booth. Please, I just don't want to be alone anymore. Please." Brennan pleaded. He gave in, and slid next to her, gathering the sheets around them. "Thank you Booth, I'm just-it's been too many times now."

Booth nodded. "I know. But I will never leave you Temperance. Never." Brennan softened at his use of her name, and slid into him. Booth thought about the day, and his situation now. He relaxed his grip on her when her breathing became soft and more relaxed. He drifted into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of his partner, his only real love.

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"Hodgins…hey Hodgins!" Angela smiled at him when he jumped.

"Hey Angela…what are you so excited about?"

Angela smiled, and rubbed his back softly. "Everything…including Booth and Brennan."

Hodgins smiled, and turned around to hold her. "Oh yea?" He kissed her softly.

"Yea, he might be making a move on her…" Angela and Jack started kissing more passionately, and Hodgins smiled.

"Where to my dear?"

Ange smiled. "I vote the storage locker again, that was fun…" They ran off, giggling like teenagers, hand-in-hand.

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aww! aren't B&B cute? okay, maybe only booth, but i only say that cuz i am biased...he is hott: )

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