The Mac N' Cheese chapter I know you've all been waiting for! Yay! Which means spoilers up to and including 2x21 Glowing Bones in the Old Stone House. And now that I've watched that clip about 20 times, I've come to the conclusion that it is in my top 5 favorite scenes of any TV show, EVER.


Chapter 15—Cheese

After they had finished eating, and Booth had finished the dishes, they moved into the living room with their drinks, sinking into their normal places on the couch. Once comfortable they talked for a while about Parker's t-ball team, the new wing going in at the Jeffersonian, and all manner of other topics until the fell into a comfortable silence.

"You know you really didn't need to make me dinner, Bones," he said softly, breaking the silence.

"I know, but I didn't want to make it just for myself. And I know how much you love Mac N' Cheese, so I figured I'd invite you over," she responded, slowly swishing her wine around in the glass.

"It was delicious, Bones. Thank you for inviting me," he said completely sincerely as he watched her.

She looked up, as if she could feel his eyes on her. "It wasn't a big deal," she responded, starting to brush it off until she looked at his face, "but you're welcome," she added.

Setting down his glass, Booth stood up and turned to Brennan. "Now I've got a surprise for you, but I need you to go get your laptop and charger," he said, walking towards his jacket which was hanging in the front entryway.

Giving him a questioning look, she stood and walked toward her office to get the items he had asked for.

As she came back into the living room, she saw him standing there with a couple of DVDs in his hands, trying to decide which one to watch. She set the computer on the coffee table and walked over to him to see what he had brought. "What are we going to watch?

He handed over the four DVDs, "I don't know. You choose," he said, walking back to the couch, turned on her computer, and plugged it in.

Following him back to the couch, she sat down in her favorite spot. "I've never heard of any of these," she said, trying to choose. Looking down in her lap, she debated over the four DVDs: The Sixth Sense, Crash, Miracle, and The Guardian.

"They're all pretty good," he said, sitting next to her and looking at them, "but no matter which one we watch, I just want you to watch it. Don't analyze it, ok?"

"Alright," she hesitantly agreed, handing him the DVD she had randomly chosen.

He took the other three from her hand and set them on the table, his grin telling her she was going to have problems not analyzing the movie she had chosen. He put the DVD in the computer and loaded it, realizing he wasn't going to be able to sit in his usual spot if he wanted to see the screen. Still sitting next to her, he got comfortable as the opening scene of The Sixth Sense began playing.

As the movie progressed, he could tell Brennan was struggling more and more not to analyze, and he was struggling more and more to get comfortable. Finally he gave up and lay down on his back, his legs hanging over the side of the couch. "Damn," he swore softly, not able to see the screen from the angle he was laying.

"Move up," she said, pulling gently on his shoulder to show him what she meant. He shifted closer to her until he could clearly see the screen, his head winding up in her lap.

The movie continued, but Booth wasn't watching it. His mind was much more occupied by Brennan's fingers which were absently stroking his hair. He tried not to think about it, but her touch was so soft, almost not there. He doubted she even realized he was doing it.

As the movie came to an end, Brennan realized she had been playing with his hair and abruptly pulled her hand back. Booth took this as his cue to sit up and then busied himself with taking out the DVD.

"Want to watch another one?" Brennan asked, looking at the clock and realizing it was still early. She was fighting the urge to tear apart the movie, but figured watching another one would serve as a distraction.

He smiled, knowing her inner turmoil over the movie. "Sure," he said, not quite ready to leave. "How about we watch Miracle?" he asked, not really in the mood for a heavy movie tonight, "It's about the American National Hockey team in 1980."

"Okay," she nodded, "I like hockey."

Stunned, Booth stopped as he was inserting the DVD. "Really?" he asked, not sure if he had heard her wrong.

"Yes, Booth. I grew up in Ohio. It's a big thing out there. Why are you surprised?" she wondered.

"I just never pinned you as a sports fan, Bones. Any sport," he resumed turning on the DVD, this time turning the computer a little towards his favorite spot.

"I haven't watched it in a long time," she said, trying to keep down the memories of watching and going to games with her father and brother. "Hey! Now I can't see it!" she leaned forward, trying to turn the laptop back towards her.

Blocking her hands, Booth smiled at her, "Nope, it's my turn. You have to move over to watch this one." He was turned almost sideways, his back resting where the back of the couch met the arm, with one leg on the couch.

"Where am I supposed to sit, then?" she asked, one eyebrow raised as she gestured to his being sprawled out on the couch.

In response, he just shifted his leg further against the back of the couch to make space for her to lean against him.

"Fine," she said, settling back against this broad chest, comfortable as one of his arms wrapped itself around her waist. Turning to watch the movie, she realized just how comfortable she was with him tonight, curled up on the couch watching movies.

As the movie wore on she could feel herself growing more and more sleepy, until she finally gave in, her head lying comfortably on his shoulder.

He just smiled, waiting a few minutes before he turned the movie off and gently shifted her body off of his so he could stand and pick her up. Carrying her back to her bedroom, he gently laid her on the bed, removing her shoes and necklace. He pulled the covers to her waist, bending down to kiss her softly on the forehead as he left the room, pulling the door shut behind him.

Once back in the living room he turned off her computer and unplugged it, put away their glasses and picked up a couple of things. Finally he scribbled a note and left it on top of her computer before putting on his shoes and slipping out the front door, being sure to engage the alarm as he locked the front door behind him.