All I will say is that I'm excited for this one, and I hope I make it better here than how it is on my phone's ever-expanding Limbo.

This one goes out to that episode in Season 4 'Wannabe in the Weeds' Where we got that little glimpse of Brennan singing. Btw, turns out both Emily Deschanel and her sister are phenomenal singers! I mean I always sort of figured since that whole Poco incident in like Season 2 or 3, but WOW! They rule. Hmm, a singing fic? I dunno, gonna have to use your imaginations, Boneo-Goers! Have I piqued your interest yet? ;D Enjoy. P.S: All fluff here.

Disclaimer: I don't. . .I don't feel comfortable with this anymore. WHY IS THIS HERE!?

Forget You, Adele!

Takes place a six weeks after Season 6 (no dissing to Adele was put in this fic, that's sacrilege)

Temperance Brennan could sing.

He wasn't just talking about a few good notes here and there, or switching the song because there was a part coming up she couldn't hit. She had a great voice, and he loved hearing it.

She would never belt anything out; try to make her voice to something it couldn't. But instead knowingly approached the part and, somehow – he didn't even know – harmonized and made it work. And anyways, she'd informed him that that was bad, straining your voice. "Why force your vocal chords to do something they can't?" She'd told him one day. "It's ludicrous."

Booth didn't care about the "rules" of singing, though. The fact that he knew she could was enough for him. She could lay down everything there is about singing on a table in front of him, everything that makes someone a good singer, but he wouldn't care for any of it. Hell, he'd shove it off the table and replace it with a stereo and a pile of CD's and pop one in after the other.

Waking up in the mornings and finding her in the kitchen making coffee for him was always something to be enjoyed. Both because she woke up before him, and she sang to herself, and sometimes had no idea he was there.

The first time he discovered this was a week after Michael was born, and the team had agreed to come back together as soon as Angela's leave time was up. He'd woken up to the smell of coffee, which was unusual, because didn't he live alone now? Hannah was gone. And why were the blankets next to him disturbed and messy?

He had a vague thought about getting his gun before he remembered, almost as instantly as he opened his eyes. He walked halfway into the living room when he heard her singing. He thought he recognized the tune as Circle of Life from The Lion King. Though, who could not recognize that song? It seemed wildly out of character for her, but there she was, singing quietly, almost to herself; as if worried she'd wake him.

His mind quickly flashed to the night at the bar after they'd finished a case involving a fake record dealer and jealous singers. He remembered him and Sweets - well mostly him - getting everyone to meet at the bar. He'd spread the word that Brennan could sing Girls Just Want To Have Fun better than Cyndi Lauper. Shockingly enough, Angela claimed she'd never actually hear Brennan sing, and was curious as to whether or not the brilliant anthropologist was just bragging. Everything went great. Everyone found out that Brennan actually could sing very well.

Then Booth had gotten shot. By the deceased man's creepy stalker-girl. Long story short, the night was ruined.

Now they made it a regular thing, but mostly in the car on the way to work or one of their apartments. With all the music she had on her phone, there was hardly a song he played for her twice. Unless he really liked it. There was a chord that plugged into the phone and the other end of it hooked into the stereo. She had some songs that he knew. Most of the music his partner had on her phone was 80's or 90's. None of the recently good 21st century stuff Parker had come to show him. She neglected to tell him why Hot Blooded wasn't even on there, but he let it slide. He'd do it himself soon enough.

Looking at her phone now, he scrolled through a wide section of the letter 'B' she had. With a minute until the light turned green, he figured he could take his time.

"Booth the light is going to turn soon. You should watch the road." His partner scolded him from the passenger seat. She, as usual, favored her scarf and white trench coat.

"Yeah. Hold on. Wait, you have The Chords on here?" Booth replied, one hand on the wheel, the other supporting her touch screen. "My girlfriend has 50's music on her phone? Nu-uh. How do you delete on here?"

"N- Booth! Don't delete anything!" She whined. "Besides, it's a great song. 'Sh- boom if I can take you on a paradise up above, life could be a dream, sweetheart'." She sang, shaking her shoulders to the beat in her head. Seeing him still fiddling with the phone she reached for it, but he pulled away, still examining it's contents.

"Woah, woah, woah. Easy. Hey, what's Forget You?"

"Oh! I love that one! Play it. Angela informed me that the original is by someone else, but I came across this one first."

He pressed play and set the phone in a cup holder. An upbeat piano tune met his ears and he listened happily as Brennan sang along to it.

"I see you drivin' round town with the guy I love, and I'm like 'Forget you!' I guess the change in my pocket, wasn't enough and I'm like 'Forget you and for-get him, too!' Said if I was rich-ah I'd still be with ya! Huh, well ain't that some shh. Ain't that some shh. And although there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best, and I forget you."

Booth turned up the music, getting into the song. He drummed on the steering wheel with imaginary drumsticks. Toward the end was his favorite part. He thought she ddi exceptionally well and he turned it down so he could hear her better.

"Now baby-baby-baby, why you wanna-wanna hurt me so bad? I try to tell my Mama but she told me this is one for your dad! Why? Why!? Why, baby? I love you! I still love you! I see you drivin' round town with the guy I love, and I'm like 'Forget you!'. . ."

She rocked out and he loved seeing her so joyful. Relaxed, even, in her own way, as she air guitar'd to music.

"That was great, Bones! Look at you," he tapped her leg. "You shoulda been a singer. Lemme tell you, if I was a talent agent I'd hire you in a heartbeat." He poked her shoulder for emphasis.

"Ludicrous. I'm nowhere near that good. Besides, I like what I do." She shrugged, though she found his compliments to be very appreciated.

"Yeah, but come on. You've never thought of what life would be like as a star? Tons of Number One hits, flashing lights, unquestionable famousness."

She shrugged again. "I suppose that seems appealing. But I like writing books. It serves me well."

"Yeah, yeah," Booth said, pawing through her songs again. He'd gone through them enough times now to become familiar with the order they were in. "Hey, who's Adele?" The name sounded familiar, and after all this time he'd never tapped on the name.

She looked over at the screen he tilted toward her. "Oh, Angela really likes her. She took my phone a while back and put some of her songs on it. I think I was listening to this one the other day at the lab." She tapped on a song title and turned up the volume.

Piano filled the SUV and after a few seconds a voice came on.

Close enough to start a war.

All that I have, is on the floor.

God only knows what we're fighting for.

All that I say, you always say more.

I can't keep up with your turning tables.

Under your thumb, I can't breathe.

Booth listened intently, trying to gather why the voice sounded so familiar, now. After half the song was over, he turned to Brennan. "Bones! You gotta learn this one. It's amazing."

"Well, I know some of it, not a lot. I don't know. Her voice is okay."

"Okay? Her voice is amazing. What else did Angela put on here?" He grabbed the phone, switching from looking at it and the road.

"Booth!" She snatched it away. "Eyes on the road. You of all people should know how dangerous that is. She scrolled through the selection, skimming for more Adele. She came across one in the 'S' section and played it.

It was piano again, but it was pretty and she didn't complain.

I heard that you settled down,

That you'd found a girl

And you're married now.

I heard that your dreams came true,

Guess she gave you things. . .

I didn't give to you.

"Bones, Bones! This is the song I know her from. I knew she sounded familiar." He turned it up again, and Brennan looked on at him, amazed. With every song he got more and more excited. It seemed odd that he liked a female singer. She wasn't one to stereotype, because all her opinions were based on anthropological fact that made her seem like she was being stereotypical. But for some reason, it seemed more okay for females to like the same and opposite sex singers, but when a male likes both it seemed rare.

"Must be on the radio a lot," he mused. "She's got a great voice, right?"

Now that she listened to another song, Brennan heard the uniqueness in her voice and the way that she sang. "Her voice is quite exceptional." She smiled. "I like it."

He smiled back, looking between her and the road. "I like your voice better than anyone else's."

Her nose scrunched. "Why? She is obviously better, her tone is much smoother than mine. She's the one who's famous for her voice, not me.

Booth shook his head. "No Bones. Yours is ten times what hers is."

"I don't know where you got your math for that, but thank you."

"Here to please." He grinned.

There, see, now I actually like how a chapter ends. C'est pas mal. Also, a disclaimer for the songs used.

Forget You (Glee version) by Gwyneth Paltrow

Turning Tables by Adele

Someone Like You by Adele

And no, before you ask, I don't like Glee, nor do I watch it. But my sister does. I was just listening to Turning Tables by Adele one day and came across the version that Gwyneth Paltrow does. And I love Gwyneth so I was like, "Hell yeah!" And fell in love with it. I listened to it 1,000 times while writing this. XD Au revoir! Might post another one later today. But for now, enjoy.