DO NOT HATE ME BONEHEADS! FOR I HAVE FOUND MORE SEASON 6 STORIES ON MY PHONE!

Yes, it is true. I think this will start going out of order. . .Last chapter took place in Season 7, I've only done one in Season 8. . .Phones suck. I seem to be finding Season 7 stories randomly. Bare with me, as long as you read below the title of the Chapter when the stories take place: you will be fine. Enjoy, Boneo-Goers!

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my dignity. . .But not even 'cause it's still in the Snack Isle at Thunderbird. Have I already mentioned that?

Back "Early"

Takes place three months after Season 6 Finale

He saw her as he rounded the corner form the double doors. The back of her head, even from this distance, was unmistakable as she clacked away at her computer. The usual.

Halfway to her office and he saw her stand up and move around her desk, seemingly enthralled in a manila folder. Clearly she hadn't seen him as she walked over to the coffee table, which, now that he was at her doorway, he saw held dozens – and yes there were dozens – of manila folders. Some opened and unopened. She had her back to him now, reading a paper from the folder she still held.

He took a moment to observe her before clearing his throat. "Bones."

Brennan turned her head quickly. The smile that appeared on her face almost instantly didn't go unnoticed by Booth as it held too much joy for him to possibly ignore.

"Booth."

She set down everything, hardly looking away from him as she met him halfway. She threw her arms around him, enjoying his ever-missed presence. Three days seemed short, but seventy-two hours got extremely long after doing work that didn't need to be done. Going home at nearly seven every day, working off and on her swollen feet as time went by, having strange cravings and not able to leave to satisfy them until break. She half laughed as he hugged her with just about the same intensity. "You're back."

"I'm back, Baby." He said, scoring himself a kiss form his gorgeous girlfriend.

"I would prefer it," she said between kisses. "if that term remained unused in this relationship-" A pause as more kissing ensued. "Other than towards the fet- the baby itself."

"Eh, worth a try. 'Bones' comes more naturally anyway." He winked, winning himself another chaste kiss.

Brennan cocked her head at him, gripping his shoulders gently. "Why are you back early? I thought you said you'd be in New York until tomorrow?" Her eyes were questioning, but they still held the joy she felt.

He pretended to think about it, looking up at the ceiling. "What if I told you, I told a small white-lie from the very beginning? So I could see your face when I 'got back early'?" He made air-quotes.

Her face went from joy to relief, she couldn't find herself to be mad. What for? "Booth," she cocked her head, looking at him endearingly. "But why?"

"No reason," he admitted, placing his arms around her. "Just to get to know you."

She didn't know what he meant by that, but she hugged him again, anyway.

"Interrupting something?" Cam said at Brennan's door, an eyebrow raised.

The anthropologist looked at her over Booth's shoulder. She cleared her throat, thought she wasn't embarrassed. Just intent on keeping work at work, and other things. . .elsewhere.

"No, what is it, Cam?"

Booth rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm back a day early to and came to see Bones and you're not interrupting anything," he sighed as he walked around Brennan and plopped onto her couch, taking a load off.

Brennan gave him the 'don't start' look, but he noted her playfulness in it as she recognized he was partly joking. She walked to the pathologist, seeing she had papers. "What did you find?"

"It's nothing I found, more that it's something worth filing," Cam explained, opening a folder with colored tabs, margin notes and numbers scrawled on papers. "Just something Wendell said you wanted him to check on. He just handed this to me before stepping out for the night."

"Oh," Brennan examined the text and skimmed the printed article. "This is the over-view on a find in Central America. Very interesting, I see Mr. Bray included references to websites and book chapters he found that could hold extra information on the area."

"Sheesh, really? How can you read his handwriting?" Cam looked back at the notes all over the papers.

"It is very distinctive; everyone's handwriting is their own no matter how neat or messy. It's unique, like a fingerprint." Brennan explained, as if it was shocking to realize that Cam didn't know that bit of information. She did.

"Right," Cam said, smiling at the all-too familiar response from her. She turned to leave.

"Thanks for this, Cam," Brennan said absentmindedly, as she continued to bury her head in the folder of papers.

"You're welcome. Good to have you back, Seeley." Cam called over her shoulder.

"Camille," Booth waved without looking. He closed his eyes and leaned his head on the back of the couch, finally happy to have made it home in once piece and able to relax.

"So Bones," he looked at her as she sat next to him. "What's the rest of your day look like?"

There was a pause as she finished what she was reading. "I still have work to do here. Could be an hour or so." She indicated the files on her desk. "But you're more than welcome to stay or go."

"Really?" He whined. "We're not going to go out to eat, or hang out or-" he stopped, backpedalling. "Wait, Bones, you have eaten today, haven't you?"

She looked at him, almost offended. "Of course I have, Booth! Of course I have." She added, reassuring him. She indicated the empty boxes of Chinese and half a pizza crust abandoned on a paper plate.

Interesting combo, Booth thought. "Good." He said, looking back at her. He didn't actually think she'd forgotten.

After a moment she quirked a smile. "What?"

He shrugged, but not like he didn't have anything to say. Judging by the smirk on his face it was more that he didn't want to say what he was thinking, like he wanted her to guess. Nevertheless he sighed, laying down so his head rested on her leg like a pillow.

He looked up at her thoughtfully, enjoying the momentary look of surprise before it melted into understanding and she placed a hand instinctively on his chest.

"You're tired," she observed the rings under his eyes.

As if on cue, he yawned. Shaking his head in an attempt to reassure her. She knew better than to believe him.

"You can sleep, Booth."

"Here?" He scoffed. "Please."

"Well I'm not leaving," at his frown, she elaborated. "I have much too much work to finish. The least I could do is read and catch up for a while before I examine things myself, which," she added. "I will have to do tomorrow."

"What have you been doing while I was away?" He laughed up at her, playing with a lock of her hair. Booth loved that she was growing it out; he wanted to see it curly again.

"Well," she adjusted in her seat, careful not to make his position uncomfortable, and placed the folder on the arm of the couch. "Mostly I wished you were here, instead of Massachusetts. But ask Cam, I was working especially hard today, and didn't lose focus."

Booth yawned again. "That's my Bones."

Must have been a long flight, she thought. She grinned down at him, noticing he kept his eyes closed after he yawned. "I'm not going anywhere." Brennan stated, grabbing the folder once again and slipping out a paper. She enjoyed the feeling of Booth relaxing completely as he drifted.

Three days. Three days and she missed him more than she could say.

P.S: T-T I'm sorry I've neglected you. I love you all. School's back, and I promised this weekend, but it didn't work out. I will try to squeeze at out least three 'okay-ish' chapters tonight. Stay with me!