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I thought it just wasn't possible. It never happens. But this morning it did. Angela told me that it had happened once before, but I wouldn't believe her then. Now I guess I have no choice.

Knock, Knock.

About a minute later the door of apartment 2B swung open to reveal my partner: a pajama-clad and very flustered looking anthropologist. Her hair wasn't in place, she was wearing sweatpants and an 'I've just been rudely woken up' face; but to me she still looked impossibly beautiful. I am in so far over my head.

"Mornin' Bones. My, my, my, I see someone slept through their alarm."

She stammered some sort of greeting, the tone of her voice an odd mix of apologetic and sarcastic, then made her way over to the coffeemaker, nearly tripping over herself twice. She obviously needed some coffee. After filling it up and flipping it on she turned around and leaned on the counter, wiping a hand over her face and squinching her eyes shut. She looked at me, and I saw it finally registered in her brain that I was there. We exchanged actual greetings and then were silent, listening to the coffee brew. When it was ready, she smiled weakly and walked over to me offering me a steaming mug.

"So I guess Angela was right. You do occasionally act like a human being and oversleep."

The smile turned into a withering stare until she remembered just why it was that I was standing in her living room at 9:30 in the morning on a Tuesday.

"Booth, I'm so sorry! I honestly don't know what happened. Are you mad?"

I was almost appalled that she thought I would be mad at her… but then she doesn't live in my head and know all the other things I think about her.

"Course not Bones, I'm glad you got a good night's sleep. I've noticed that you don't do that a lot. And plus, we're not expected at the new crime scene until at least noon."

She handed me a mug and then took a sip of her own.

"I've got to take a shower Booth, but feel free to hang up until I'm ready."

"Out, Bones. Hang out... And sure, I'll wait for you, there's nothing we can really do without you anyways. And hey, don't you eat breakfast?"

She squirmed a little; knowing that the answer she was about to give would earn her a lecture. "No, I usually don't have time for breakfast."

I went into full-on first grade teacher impression, just because I knew it would make her crazy.

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Bones. It makes you grow up strong and healthy, especially if you eat your green vegetables."

She mock-groaned and then giggled a little. I love to make her laugh. "I think you're the one who needs to grow up Booth."

"Mmmhmm…"

I seized her coffee mug, set it down and took her by the shoulders. Ushering her in the direction of her bathroom I laid down the law.

"Breakfast is important. It makes the whole day better. And to prove that, I'm going to make you some. Go get ready for the best breakfast of your life, courtesy of Seeley Booth Catering Incorporated."

Bones gave me one of her Mona Lisa smiles, and then disappeared.

And that's how I found myself in her immaculate kitchen, with half a pot of coffee and no idea what to make a Bones for breakfast. I began to look around.

"Hmmmmm… Bones, Bones, Bones… what do you have in your fridge? …Holy Crap!"

I had opened the vegetable drawer. "Oh Bones…" I laughed at what I had found, taking some out to work it into the omelet I was currently planning.

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"Stupid, Irrational, Illogical, Stupid…" I mentally berated myself the whole time I showered for oversleeping. How could I have done that? Gahh. Well, I guess it could have been worse, I could have had something really important to do this morning… and I was going to get a home-cooked breakfast out of the deal. It was so like Booth to take charge like that. Alpha-male. I thought for a moment and then grimaced slightly… I hope he can cook.

I was ready in about forty-five minutes, a pretty leisurely pace for me. Usually I'm up at five-thirty and into the lab by six. I wandered back into the bathroom and began my makeup, using a little less than usual because I would be doing retrieval at the crime-scene, which tended to get pretty gross unless the body was reduced to just bone, and by the looks of the pictures I'd been sent on my laptop the night before, it wasn't going to be.

I heard a clatter from the kitchen, followed by what I could only assume was a string of curses. "Fshhimoof…crealtshmanarrgh!"

Smirking a little to myself, I continued with my eyeliner. Obviously my Alpha-male provider had gotten a little sloppy with something either very hot or very sharp.

He wasn't looking when I padded back into the kitchen, carrying my boots in one hand and my kit in the other. He was focused on something on the counter in front of him, so I threw my stuff on the couch and leaned against the wall observing my partner at work in the kitchen.

He turned away from the counter, chewing on a carrot, and began to look for something. I was surprised that he hadn't noticed me yet, usually his sniper 'senses' kicked in when anyone was within twenty feet of him. He began to search more thoroughly, and I stood there wondering what the hell he was doing. He popped another small piece of carrot into his mouth, chewing exasperatedly as he grumbled to himself.

"…If I was a cereal bowl in Bones' kitchen, where would I live?"

I smiled again; he made me do that way too much. "Above the sink on the left Booth."

He finally reacted to my presence, which I had the sneaking feeling that he had known about the whole time I had been standing there.

"I see the lady hath completed her toilette…"

I rolled my eyes. "Sure Booth. Whatever you're making smells really good. Thanks for making me breakfast and everything."

A charm smile countered my gratitude. "For you, anything. Also, exploring your kitchen gave me many insights into the woman I know as Temperance Brennan."

"Such as…?" I was curious.

"Such as I had no idea that the woman I have spent almost the last three years working with has an unhealthy fetish for carrots and strawberries. You've got enough of those in your fridge to feed an army of horses and stock a roadside produce stand!" He threw open my fridge door with a flourish. "Look at this: baby carrots, sliced carrots, skinless carrots, carrots with the green stuff still on them…"

I nearly choked. I had forgotten that letting him into my kitchen meant he would be going through my fridge. Yikes.

"I know what is in my fridge Booth." I said feigning nonchalance. "So I like them?" He saw right through it and gave me an admonishing look. "Ok, so I like them a whole lot. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Nothing at all. Actually that knowledge has proven pretty helpful already this morning. It helped me decide what to put in your omelet… I know carrots really aren't supposed to go in omelets, but I figured since you have a disproportionate obsession with them it would be acceptable."

He motioned for me to sit down and placed a plate and a bowl in front of me, and the sat down with his own. A giant, delicious looking omelet stuffed with ham and various other vegetables, carrots included, awaited me; along with a bowl of cornflakes adorned with a profuse amount of strawberries, he had even made a plate of carrot sticks just for fun. I was delighted, and I think he knew.

"Booth, no offense, but I don't think I can eat all of this!"

He chuckled and forked a piece of his omelet. "Just eat as much as you want Bones. Don't worry about finishing it."

We laughed, talked and ate for a while. The carrots were actually a great addition to the already appetizing eggs; I didn't really eat my cereal, just the sliced strawberries off the top. I wondered if Booth and I would do this again. I hoped we would. I wonder… I finished off the red slices deep in thought. He must have noticed because when I looked back up he made eye contact and grinned. He picked up a carrot stick and noisily bit off half of it.

"What's up, Doc?"

I laughed and rolled my eyes. For once I understood.

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Review! I'll be out 'hunting Wabbits' for a while, but I'll update when I get back… hehe. I actually have had carrots in an omelet… it's not as weird as you might think.