Part Two of The Spy in the Best Friend.

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Small Talk and No Fever

Takes place ten weeks after Season 6 Finale.

"You know what, Bones? Forget what I said. Angela's right, I feel like going out today!" Booth sounded rather chipper as he entered the kitchen from the bedroom, scoring a glass that he planned to see halfway full with orange juice.

His partner chuckled from her spot at the counter in front of her food, turning down the volume of the kitchen TV that showed the weather for the next seven days. "Hence the original outing we planned." She gave him an amused look. "You are feeling better today, I take it."

"Better," he said, kissing her on the cheek from behind then backing away and gesturing to all of himself. "I feel great! I'm not sick anymore, my fever's gone. Here, feel me." He pointed at his forehead.

"I believe you, Booth." She looked away from him and handed him a buttered piece of toast. "Oh and here. Angela left this for us this morning, since we neglected to get up at the proper time."

Booth looked over the piece of paper, scribbled on it was a short note:

Stopped by at ten and everyone was asleep!

Be at the Diner by 1:00.

-Angela.

He put the note back on the counter, shrugging. "Oops."

"Angela understands, I mean you are just getting over a cold." Brennan shrugged. "You needed your sleep."

Booth got another piece of toast. "Yup! Well-deserved, too." Then he thought about the note. "What do you think she meant by 'everyone was asleep'?"

"I assume she means she came while we weren't awake yet, Booth." Brennan said into her eggs. She shrugged again. "Maybe it's code."

Booth chuckled, making his way around the island and sitting in a chair across from her. "Well I don't know about it being code, but she definitely knows something we don't."

Immediately, Brennan looked up at him, finger pointed in his direction. "Angela's not smarter than me."

Booth actually laughed, throwing up his hands in feign surrender. "I didn't say that, I swear!"

She cracked a smile herself, the one she got when she thought a pop-culture remark was funny. "That was funny, because your brain made a joking connection between my aggressive tone and gesture, making you react in a way that would make me refrain from harming you."

He rolled his eyes, taking a bite from his toast. "You got me."

She didn't catch on, but drew different lines. "Yes I do." She gave him a suggestive smile, looking what she could see of him up and down.

"Cute," he said sarcastically. "Ten points to Gryffindor."

"I know what that is now! Parker told me about it." She looked smug, accomplished, as she made her way around the counter and took a close seat next to him.

"He did?" Booth was astonished, having not heard a word of the movies or books from his son lately.

"Mhm," She pushed her plate of eggs between them, placing a fork on his side and took a sip of his juice. "It's Harry Potter. Although the captivating storyline deceives me, I find the author to be very respectable and I very much like the language in which she has chosen the spells to be in. It's very interesting and different."

"No, no, no. Don't do that thing you do. That series is well-liked all over the place. Don't start breaking it down into bits, learn to like something as a whole." He stabbed a piece of egg, letting it sit on the fork for a moment. "You didn't, y'know, analyze it as Parker was telling you, right?"

Brennan looked at him seriously. "Of course not. You told me how you felt about that. Why?"

"Nah, y'know. Just checking." He looked at her and she eyed him back suspiciously.

She made a move and ate the egg off his fork. So suddenly that Booth hadn't had time to react. "Bones! What's the point of separate forks if you're just going to eat off mine?" In pretend anger he picked up another forkful of egg and ate it himself.

Next to him his partner laughed. He looked over at her from the corner of his eye, playing off her laughter like it was fuel and making funny faces. They only made her laugh harder.

She couldn't gather her words as another wave of laughter came over her. "Ah, Booth- I- you-"

"By the time you're done laughing, I'm going to have eaten all this."

She put her head on his shoulder, leaning into him from her chair. "Okay," she still snickered. "I'll be good." He chewed mock-angrily on his food as she let out a little laugh now and then.

Not looking down he held up a forkful of egg for her. She leaned forward and took it, returning to his side.

"You're so weird." He remarked.

"I've been called worse," she replied, reaching for a piece of toast. "I think I laughed too hard," her face twisted.

"Side hurt?"

"Yes."

He laughed at her. "You might also be hungry. Here," he slid her the plate and got up. "Where's the bacon? I smell bacon."

She, being a vegetarian, didn't like bacon. Even so, she bought and made it, just for him.

Through a mouthful of toast and forkful of egg, she replied, "On the plate under the paper towel."

"Ah-ha!" He lifted the unwanted material, revealing the perfectly cooked meat. "There it is!"

He took a bite, savoring the flavor. They were still warm; crispy and sweet. The maple kind. Delicious, absolutely delicious. He inhaled three pieces before looking up at his partner, feeling eyes on him. He swallowed and stared at her. "What?"

Brennan cocked her head, eyes filled with amusement. "You love bacon."

He smiled. "No. I love you."

"Well, you have a strong liking towards it, then." She half-grinned at him, not breaking eye contact.

That seems more appropriate." He pretended to think it over, just to amuse her.

To his surprise, she leaned over the counter. Sticking a hand out she ruffled his morning hair, then rounded the island to dump her dishes in the sink.

He got into it. "Did you just touch my hair?" He advanced slowly toward her, looking as a panther would before pouncing. Brennan shrugged, doing the dishes and unaware of the sudden turn their breakfast had taken. She still held her amused smile. "No one," he said slowly, closing the gap behind her. "touches," one more step. "the hair." Then he got her.

Moving his fingers expertly up her sides and poking her in just the right places. She emitted a very un-Brennan-like yelp before he picked her up.

"Booth- ah, no!"

"You gotta pay the price, Bones." He laughed, walking them into the living room. "It's the rules!"

"Then I would like to see this rule book!" She exclaimed as he started to spin her. "Booth, the baby! Don't drop me!"

"Never. You give up?" Booth laughed at the image in his mind of how they must look. A man over forty carrying a pregnant woman over thirty and spinning in a large living room. He caught a glimpse of them in the long mirror next to the door and laughed harder.

Brennan relented for a moment, hardly able to gather her thoughts as her couch, entertainment center and kitchen all spun by her. But she nodded. "Yes. I give up!"

To her relief, she was set down immediately and she turned around to face him, only to find that they were both dizzy and held each others arms for balance. Brennan briefly hoped she wouldn't become nauseated, having just ate enough for a more literal-than-not two and then being spun directly afterwards.

"You good?" Both asked, breathless and catching his balance. "Bones, you good?"

She nodded. "Never do that again, as long as we live, Seeley Booth." She panted.

He laughed, laying a hand on her head and smoothing her hair down the side of her face. "Deal."

That's all for tonight! *bows* Thank you ladies and gentlemen, AND GOODNIGHT!