Brennan sat there anxiously waiting for Booth to show up. She was early because she left work early. Dr. Temperance Brennan never left work early. She told herself that she was just happy she could help him by telling him about their partnership and help him understand their friendship better. She wanted so badly to see him again that it was discomforting. She really hadn't smiled for three months until today and, she felt genuinely happy for the first time in a long time. She was happy that she had seen him. She couldn't forget how he smiled at her so sincerely that it was as if none of the past three months had even happened.

"Hey." Booth's voice startled her and she jumped.

"Booth." She looked into his eyes that were dark as coal yet packed with emotion and intelligence that she never thought black eyes could illustrate. She saw so much in those eyes over the years. Too much sometimes but, at this moment she saw delight.

Booth sat down on the opposite side of the booth and smiled broadly at her.

"So Dr. Brennan, where should we start?"

"I don't know. I guess you should ask me questions and I'll try to answer them to the best of my ability." Tempe stated and then felt the need to ad "Oh, and don't call me-"

He cut her off with a shocking word that made her heart stop.

"Bones." After he said it he looked as perplexed as Tempe was stunned.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why that word came out of my mouth." Booth shook his head as if he was shaking something off.

"I do. Bones is what you always call me. When we first began working together you called me Bones and I would say 'don't call me bones'. Your brain is remembering things before you can catch up. How long have you been having those outbursts of memory?" Tempe's heart was thudding in her ears. It had been so long since she heard him call her that and she wanted to hear it again.

"Just started doing it today. Since I saw you Bones." His face lit up with a flash and a charming smile, that made her suddenly wanted to clear off the table between them and fuck him stupid right there in the diner. Get a grip Tempe!

"So Bones what does that mean am I getting my memory back?" He leaned in close to her, his arms folded on the table and got so close to her face that she could smell peppermint on his breath.

"I don't know Booth; right now it's just small things like that right?"

"I don't think I can call it a small thing. For some reason I feel that what I call you is very important, at least to me."

"I don't know what that means but if things keep coming back to you this way I don't see why more things wouldn't come back. It's possible that eventually everything will come back to you." Her heart was racing at the thought of that possibility.

"I hope so Bones. I want to remember everything about you." He gave her a charming smile again. "So that I can come back to work I mean." He had no Idea what he was doing to her when he looked at her that way although Brennan knew that it was just the way he was to everyone she still couldn't help that her heart fluttered when he smiled that charm smile.

"Oh, that's right; Cullen said that you couldn't do the same work you used to because of the fact that you can't remember your training." Cullen had told her that an FBI agent that can't remember how he became an agent or even what he used to do wouldn't be helpful to anyone. It was as if his identity was erased and he was never an army ranger sniper, or a special agent,

"Something like that. He put me on desk duty for now. I really can't keep doing desk duty; I need action, and excitement." Booth's pie arrived and he picked up his fork and dug in.

"Well there isn't a lack of excitement around the Jeffersonian." Brennan's salad was set down in front of her and she began picking at it with her fork. "I'm getting drained from the excitement myself." She put a bite of salad into her mouth and watched as he took a bite of pie.

They continued to sit and talk for a long while and neither of them grew tired of the conversation. She told him about some of their cases, filled him in on a few of their conversations, never really going into detail about the most important conversations of her life.

At some point the waitress came up to the table for what must have been the fifth time that night and asked if they needed anything. When both of them said no the waitress told them that it was closing time and she had to clean the table. Brennan looked at her watch and Booth looked at his.

"It's one o'clock in the morning!" Brennan exclaimed as she rushed to get her bag and get out of the booth. Meanwhile Booth was staring at her. As she stood up Booth did the same and then he grabbed her arm.

"What's your rush? We could go to my apartment and talk some more, or your apartment if you want. It's Saturday night; you don't have to get up early do you?" His grip on her wrist was gentle but firm and she imagined him pulling her to him and kissing her in same manor that he held her wrist. Gentle but firm.

She shook the image from her head.

"I- I have to go home Booth. Ken will be waiting." She could see a change in his eyes but she couldn't quite tell what it meant. He sighed and let go of her wrist. They walked out together and he put his hand on the small of her back as he always used to.

"So, when will I get to talk to you again Bones?" For some reason he looked miserable and lost for the first time tonight.

"I'm not sure Booth. You can come by the Jeffersonian anytime you want and you are invited to my wedding so, I hope I'll see you in two weeks."

"Your wedding is in two weeks?" Booth stopped short and stared at her.

"Yes. Ken said it was because he didn't want me to change my mind." She thought that was a smart move on his part because she felt like changing her mind more feverishly now than she ever had.