With two sets of eyes on her, Brennan shrugged. "I don't know anyone by that name." She took the small card from Angela and read it herself. "Perhaps I should get this to Booth. Whoever this Jasper is, he's most likely harmless, but Booth will overreact and insist on finding more information about him."

Angela looked at the flowers on the coffee table and back to her best friend. "Sweetie, this guy just asked you on a date. I know I encouraged you to try that online dating site a few years ago, but are you actually considering going out with him?"

"Of course not." Brennan picked up the flowers and small gift box and walked back over to the delivery man, whose nametag read Jimmy. "I will not be signing for these."

"Sorry, Miss, but I can't take 'em back, says so right here," he explained, pointing to the fine print on the delivery slip. "I've got other deliveries, so if you can just sign for the flowers, that'd be great."

Brennan squinted and read the disclaimer. She sighed and quickly signed for the floral arrangement.

Jimmy handed Brennan a copy of the receipt and smiled. "Have a nice day, ladies. Enjoy the flowers." He waved and left the office, adjusting his hat and tucking the clipboard under his arm.

Brennan adjusted her hold on the vase and then set it back down on the coffee table. She stared at the daffodils and daisies and couldn't help but reach out and brush her thumb against one of each of their petals. "They're quite beautiful, though they aren't likely to last very long," she said, somewhat in a trance.

"Sweetie? Earth to Brennan." Angela waved her hand in her best friend's face, trying to get her attention.

Brennan blinked and tore her eyes away from the floral arrangement. "Jasper seems to have done his research. He knew my favorite flowers."

"He's a crazy fan. Do not underestimate a fan when it comes to his idol. He probably knows everything about you."

"That's frightening." Brennan sat down and picked up the gift box, setting it in her lap.

"What are you doing? Don't open that. It could be a severed finger or a torn off ear or something," Angela shuttered.

Ignoring the artist's protests, Brennan took off the lid and peered inside. It definitely was neither a finger nor an ear. She reached in slowly and lifted the stuffed pig out. She stared at it and its big, blue glass eyes stared back at her.

"See? He even knows you like pigs."

Brennan grabbed the small card and scanned it, studying the handwriting more carefully. She swallowed and shook her head, glancing back and forth between the flowers, the pig, and the note. She frowned, a deep wrinkle appearing between her eyebrows.

"Bren? What's wrong?"

Clearing her throat, Brennan set the pig back in the box and closed the lid, pushing it away. "Nothing. I have work to do." She stood and walked over to her desk. She grabbed her lab coat and put in on as she left her office, leaving a confused Angela behind.

On Thursday morning, Brennan walked through the sliding glass doors leading into the lab. It was still early, the sun just starting to rise, but she was looking forward to getting to work. She planned on spending the rest of the day in Limbo unless, of course, Booth stopped by with a new case. She hadn't seen Booth in a couple days and she was beginning to think he was avoiding her. She didn't know why, though, and it was more logical to assume he was busy. He did have other work to do that didn't relate to what they did together, as did she.

"Good morning, Dr. Brennan," Todd, the security guard near the main entrance, greeted her, a friendly smile on his face.

Brennan nodded, offering a small wave. "Good morning."

"Oh, this is for you," he handed over an envelope and resumed his position by the wall.

She took the envelope cautiously and held it up, attempting to use the light to see through it. Unfortunately, whatever was inside was too thick, so she couldn't make anything out. "Who gave this to you?"

He shrugged. "I found it on my desk this morning, Dr. Brennan. There was a post-it note attached that said to give it to you when you came in today."

"Was there a name?"

He thought about it and then nodded. "Yeah, you know what, there was. Jasper, I think. Hope that helps."

"It does, thank you." She stared at the envelope for a few seconds and then headed towards her office.

Once she entered her office, Brennan shrugged off her messenger bag and sat down at her desk. She held the envelope by the bottom edge and meticulously ripped it open. She removed the card from inside and unfolded it. She was almost afraid to read it since the last time she received a card from 'Jasper', he asked her out to dinner. She swallowed and scanned the short message. You're beautiful. I hope you have a great day. Looking forward to tomorrow night—Jasper. The last bit, she observed, was crossed out and rewritten a few times. The first, however, was dark and written with a sure hand. She read the words again and her gaze automatically shifted over to the flowers still sitting on her coffee table.

Setting the card on top of the envelope, she swallowed. She shrugged and turned her focus to her computer. She had a few emails to send and replay to before she headed down to Limbo.

Halfway through her morning, Brennan was interrupted by Angela. She continued to lay out the bones, ignoring the artist's presence for as long as she could. She sighed as she set down the right femur and glanced over at her best friend. "What, Ange? I'm very busy."

Angela approached the exam table and leaned slightly into it, careful not to rest her hands on the edge. "Did Jasper send you anything else?"

Brennan thought about lying, not in the mood to get into this with Angela at the moment, but she knew the other woman would be able to tell. She sighed and went about laying out the rest of the bones. "Yes. Todd handed me an envelope when I arrived at the lab."

Angela waited for Brennan to continue, but when the anthropologist didn't, she prompted her. "Well?"

"Well, what?" Brennan asked, glancing up briefly.

"What did the card say?"

"Why do you assume it was a card? It could have been money, or a small figurine, or—"

"So it wasn't a card?"

"No, it was."

Angela groaned; her best friend could be so frustrating sometimes. "Well, what did it say?"

"He said I was beautiful and that he hoped I had a great day. He also expressed that he was looking forward to dinner tomorrow night."

"Bren, you should tell Booth what's been going on."

"I can handle it myself, Angela. I will meet Jasper at the restaurant tomorrow night at seven, give him an autograph if he wishes, and then warn him if he doesn't stop sending me gifts and written notes, he'll be arrested for stalking. He's harmless, Ange."

"Yes, just like the last guy who sent you a package in the mail?"

Brennan paused but a second later, began again. "I'll be fine."

After a long minute, which passed by in silence, Angela narrowed her eyes. "You know who Jasper is, don't you?"

Brennan didn't answer, just started laying out the victim's left hand.

Angela pushed away from the table and crossed her arms over her chest. "Brennan, answer me."

Brennan glanced up and shook her head. "I don't know who Jasper is."

"Liar," Angela muttered with a knowing smile. "Who is it?"

"Ange, I don't know."

"Did you meet someone online? Or maybe at that organic food market near your apartment? Is he handsome?"

Brennan rolled her eyes. "I didn't meet anyone, Angela. I really have no idea who Jasper is."

"Maybe not, but you've got your suspicions. You just don't want to say it out loud because you don't have all the facts yet."

"That's ridiculous, Angela."

"Is it?"

Brennan sighed. "I have work to do. I'll have the tissue markers placed soon, so you can do the reconstruction."

"You're not getting off that easy." Angela turned and walked towards the exit.

After a brief pause, Brennan swallowed. "Angela."

The artist spun back around. "What is it, Sweetie?" she asked, seeing the slight panic and confusion all over her best friend's face.

"You see Sweets as your friend, correct?"

"Oh God, please tell me Sweets isn't Jasper."

Brennan shook her head. "No, he's not."

Angela exhaled. "Thank God."

"Is he your friend?"

Angela shrugged. "I guess. Why are you asking me that?"

Brennan sighed. "If Sweets sent you your favorite flowers for no obvious reason, asked you to accompany him to dinner, and told you that you were beautiful, what would that mean?"

"You're sure Sweets isn't Jasper?"

"Just answer the question," Brennan pleaded.

"Even without context, I'd say it would mean that he possibly liked me as more than a friend."

Brennan nodded, glancing down at the partially laid out skeleton, and adjusted the position of the right radius, even though it wasn't out of place.

Angela's face lit up, her eyes twinkling at the sudden realization. "Booth's Jasper, isn't he?" Her best friend's silence was the only answer she needed.