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The game ended at five. "So what do you want to eat, Bones? I could make something, or we could order pizza. It's up to you."

"I don't want to cause you too much trouble, but I have really been in the mood for some sort of pasta."

"Alright. No problem! I can do pasta." He headed into the kitchen and pulled out some ingredients. Brennan followed him in. It was the least she could do after everything he had done for her that day.

"Why don't you turn on some music, Bones? We can have some fun while we cook."

She headed to the stereo and picked a random CD from his large collection. She popped it in the machine, and walked back into the kitchen. Soon "Hot Blooded" started playing. She smiled: it was their song. She glanced at Booth, and he was grinning really big, and she could see a playful glint in his eye.

Suddenly he grabbed her hand and spun her in a circle. He had started singing along with the song, and soon she joined in too. They were dancing all over the kitchen, smiling and laughing. Every once in a while he would spin her again, then go off and start dancing on his own. His dancing made her laugh so hard, and when the song finally ended, they were both laughing hysterically and were completely out of breath.

As the laughter subsided, they made their way back to where the food was laid out. They still had goofy grins on their faces, but they didn't care. They were having a great time.

Booth grabbed a pot and filled it up with water, setting it on the stove. Bones picked out some whole grain noodles, and set to work on making the sauce. She had broccoli, bell peppers, whipping cream, and parmesan cheese. She began chopping up the broccoli and peppers and Booth came over to help.

Apparently chopping vegetables wasn't really his thing, because pretty soon he had picked up a piece of broccoli, and thrown it at her, getting it tangled up in her hair.

"BOOTH!" she screeched, grabbing a whole pepper and beaming it at him. He burst into hysterical laughter. Again. Then he grabbed a handful of broccoli, tossing it up in the air so it all rained down on her head.

She screeched again, and this time she grabbed the whipping cream and flicked it so that it would drench him. And it did. The whole front of him was covered in it, from head to toe, and he was just standing there with his mouth open and his eyes wide.

"BONES!" his voice was filled with astonishment. He still hadn't moved from the spot, and his expression was like a deer in headlights. His eyes were HUGE. Then all of a sudden his expression changed, his eyes narrowing. She instinctually took a step back. He followed with a step of his own. She started walking backwards, then turn around and ran. He chased her through the house, yelling at her to come here. She was screeching and trying to avoid him, but he was faster. He caught up and wrapped his arms around her from behind, tackling her onto the couch. He landed on top of her, and she could feel the result of her assault soaking though her own clothing.

She resumed her screeching, and started squirming and kicking and punching from underneath him, trying to get his cold wet body off of her. But to no avail. She finally looked up at his face, and was about to just ask him to get off, but she got distracted by the close proximity of their faces, and the longing that she could see in his eyes. All of a sudden a huge wave of emotion crashed over her, stronger than she had ever felt. She could feel his body pressed up against hers, and his lips were just inches away. But she resisted the urge to kiss him, because she knew he couldn't do that to Hannah. And she didn't want to make their relationship even crazier and more confusing than it already was.

He must have realized the same thing, because he quickly pushed himself off of her and stood up. Then he offered his hand to her to help her up. His expression had gone blank as he walked back to the kitchen. He slowly began picking up the vegetables that were strewn across the floor and tossing them in the sink. Brennan grabbed a towel and began mopping up the whipping cream puddle. When Booth had picked up all the vegetables, he washed them off and placed them back on the cutting board. Brennan took the wet towel and threw it in the washing machine so it would be cleaned next time Booth did laundry.

They finished making dinner quietly, and a little awkwardly. A couple times one of them tried to start a conversation, but the other one was still to resigned because of the recent events that it never went anywhere.

About half an hour later dinner was ready, and they took a seat at the table. Booth had grabbed them two more beers.

"Smells great, Bones," Booth said, trying to break the tension. He was tired of it.

"Yes it does. Thank you so much Booth. For everything," she said sincerely. He really had done a lot.

"Stop thanking me. I was happy to do it." Hearing this in past tense made her realize that their perfect day was almost over. She was definitely not ready for it to end. She had been having so much fun and it had relieved so much tension. After today, he would be Hannah's again, even though she would still be away. She hated that Hannah got him and she didn't, but it was her fault. If she just would have given him a chance! She thought she would never be able to forgive herself for that stupid decision.

"Sorry. I will stop. But it really was very nice of you. Hannah is a really lucky girl." She said the last part quietly, and it was obvious that she wished that he would choose her over Hanna.

"So are you, Bones. We spend more time together than she and I do, since she is always away with work. But I'm still lucky to have her." He really did love Hannah, a lot, but he was having trouble keeping his emotions for Brennan professional, or at least just friends. She had turned him down, and he had moved on. That's it. So why was it so difficult to remember that?

Brennan grumbled in response, and turned her attention to her food. She tried to look completely absorbed by it so that he wouldn't try to start talking about Hannah again. She really needed to learn to be thankful for what she had instead of thinking about Hannah all the time…

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