This is pretty short, but it's setting up the scene for what's to come. I had some trouble writing at all after Thursday's episode. Please somebody tell me: Did anyone else find what Booth did, ditching his friends at the end to go be with his irritating girlfriend, to be not only extremely rude, but also completely out of character? Urg, anyways tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones.

Booth had had feelings for Bones since the first time he laid eyes on her. It wasn't just that she was beautiful, it was in the way she carried herself. She seemed so self-assured, so confident, it was beyond sexy. Then he had gotten to know her on a deeper level and found out she was also stubborn, bossy, and a real know-it-all, but he loved her all the more for it. She seemed to really get him; she was the best friend he had ever had. Booth thought back to his mother and how she was always saying "Remember boys, marry your very best friend and it will all work out."

The problem was Brennan, with the exception of that first time, had always seemed to regard him as a platonic best buddy. Lately though, maybe just because they were living in the same house, he felt so much closer to her. He was very tempted to ask her what she thought of all this and he could only hope she wouldn't run straight for the hills. Just then his phone rang.

"Booth," he answered.

B&B B&B B&B B&B B&B

Brennan paced back and forth waiting for Booth to return. She couldn't remember anytime in her life she had felt so much anxiety over a man. Just then she heard a key turn in the lock. She sat down and picked up a book to flip through, pretending like her stomach wasn't doing numerous nervous somersaults. Booth wasn't coming in, in fact it sounded like he was on the phone. She went to investigate.

"You are aware Dr. Brennan just woke up from a coma, right?" Booth spat angrily.

"Yes, I understand that, but don't you think that's a lot to put on her at the moment."

"She probably would, yes, but that doesn't mean it's okay to do to her."

"Yes I'm sure."

"I know she's the best, it's just..."

Booth trailed off, just as Brennan stepped around the corner, tired of only hearing a one-sided conversation, especially one that was obviously concerning her.

"Booth," she interrupted.

"Bones," he jumped a little bit and put his hand over the speaker on his phone.

"Hey, I'll take care of it don't worry." He smiled hopefully.

Brennan gave him a look.

"Of course not," he grumbled.

"Booth, give me the phone," demanded Brennan.

Booth sighed and handed it over.

"Brennan," she answered it.

"Hi, Dr. Brennan, it's Assistant Director Hacker."

"Can I help you?"

"We have a case, a murdered mom of two," he told her.

"You need me to take a look at the body?" Brennan asked.

"Well, not exactly." "The case is being referred to the Jeffersonian, however the body isn't decomposed." "You could still be useful to the investigation, but that's not really what I called about."

"So what did you need, Andrew?"

"You are a legally registered foster parent." "The children need a place to stay, where they won't get lost in the system, you know in case we need to talk to them; they could be quite helpful to the investigation."

"Of course, I'd be happy to help."

Booth groaned.

"Are you sure, I know you've had a rough couple of weeks."

"I'm fine." "When do we get the children?"

"Tomorrow, as soon as possible," he answered relieved.

"Okay, bye." said Dr. Brennan said, snapping the phone shut abruptly.

"Booth, did you really think I wouldn't want to do this?"

"Oh no, I knew you would, which is why I wasn't going to tell you." "You have a lot on your plate right now."

"I'M FINE!" and I find I'm really tired of having to repeat myself."

"Well it looks like we have some shopping to do," Booth smiled warmly at her relieving some of the tension in the room.

"Looks like we do," Brennan smiled. "I'll set up the guest room, would you mind moving your stuff into my room," she asked attempting to sound blasé .

"You want me to keep sleeping in your room?" he asked incredulously, his throat suddenly dry.

"Why not?" she asked innocently.

Yes why not? It was perfectly normal to be living in your best friend's house, sleeping in her bed, and helping her take care of two small children, all of the while pretending like you weren't completely, madly in love with her. She'd be the death of him, he swore it.

He rolled his eyes and rested his hand on her lower back.

"Let's go, I think the mall is open until ten."