Hello again guys!

This chapter it's completly diferent from the one I was planing. So I'm not that happy with it. I'm seriously thinking I got more than I was bargainig for with this story, but I'm going to go through with it.

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By the way I never put a disclaimer in her, because I think it's ridiculous anyone thinking that any of the writers owns the concept but: I own nothing. Not Bones, not "Enough".. Nothing

5- Accommodations

"Of course Bones, your budget is a big part of the reason I want you to stay" Booth said with a large smile "Where would I find a continental breakfast with 50 dollars per day?"

They drove to a nice little inn, just outside the city. It looked like a brazilian bungalow, except with bigger proportions. As they parked the car, they saw a candle lit path that would take them to the front desk, and around it there was all kind of green they could imagine. It was like they never left the gardens. Brennan couldn't stop thinking what it would look like in the winter, when it snowed and all the green was replaced by whites and browns. Then, because of her writer's imagination, she started picturing Christmas lights on the trees, and the sound of the wind. At that she stopped herself. She didn't like Christmas, so why was she imagining it in the middle of August?

At the front desk, they were met by a perky 25 year-old blond woman, who looked at them (well, Booth, really) and with a big smile while introducing herself.

"Good Evening and Welcome to St. Leos Inn. My name is Elizabeth Taylor, how can I help you?"

"Hello, miss Taylor. We would like a double bedroom please?" Booth answered, with his best "you-know-you-can't-refuse-me-anything" voice.

The poor girl nearly gasped. She couldn't take her eyes of his, as if he was spelling some kind of incantation. Brennan, who was feeling completely ignored by either of them, couldn't help the smirk when she saw her partner in full seduction mood. So that's how he got out of everything in high school. Or how he got every female to do his bidding. She was glad he was a good man. "Well, I'm afraid I don't have anyone available for the next couple of days, how long do you expect to stay, mister…?"

"Booth. I don't know for sure, we are here in a business trip so it could either be a couple of days or a couple of weeks"

Brennan gasped.

"I can't be here a couple of weeks. I have remains to identify back at the Jeffersonian, and an article to finish writing, and that needs to be published in the next forensic journal, and…"

"And you will be here as long as it takes for us to give the poor woman some closure." Booth half whispered, looking deep into her eyes, begging her to understand.

"But, Booth…"

"Bones could you please go check if I locked the SUV. I'm not sure, and I can't very well leave the car opened all night."

Brennan took the car keys and went without another word. She knew Booth kept his guns and bullet proof vests in the trunk so he really couldn't very much leave the car unlocked. It was only when she got t the SUV that she remembered that Booth always double checked the lock. It had been a nice way of telling her to "get lost".

Meanwhile Booth turned to the women behind the counter.

"Never mind her; she is not too eager to field trips you know? She is a bit of a workaholic. You were saying that we couldn't have a double bedroom for another couple of days, right? That's really annoying. Our budget can't support two bedrooms, you see?" He said sweetly. He was sure Brennan wouldn't let him sleep in the same bedroom as her if it could be avoided, and he sure as hell couldn't afford to stay in the same hotel as her, so he really, really needed that bedroom.

"You could always take a suite. It has a bed and a very comfortable pull-out couch, so it would be the next best thing." She answer, wanting to please him "It's a little pricier than a double bedroom, but not as expensive as two separate bedrooms. In a couple a days you could always switch if that's what you want."

And Booth was pleased. He knew he would have to sleep on a pull-out couch for a couple of days, and it would be hell to pay with his back, but if it meant he could stay next to Bones, then he would take it. Maybe she would fix him up with one of her massages. And then again…

"That's an agreeable solution, thank you so much for your patience."

Brennan was returning from the SUV fuming. Booth played her. If he wanted her gone he would only have to tell her so, and she would leave them alone, wouldn't she? She understood he had urges, so why wouldn't he just be honest? She knew he really liked blondes. The twinge of jealousy which she rationalized as anger at being manipulated made her almost stomp all the way to the front desk.

Sensing the danger Booth turned and stopped her from talking with a "Bones, Miss Taylor here got us a suit with a pull-out couch, what do you say?"

Forgetting momentarily what she was about to say she just shrugged, and answered a very aloof "Sure".

Silently she followed Booth and the receptionist through a corridor that would take them to the elevator. Booth was making small talk with the younger woman, asking her what to visit while in town, where to eat. The woman's answers were enthusiastic, and she even offered to take him (them, she corrected half-heartedly) to Jim's. "They make a mean cheesecake; you can't get back to DC without tasting it".

She was again feeling like a third wheel. She wasn't used to being ignored, at it wasn't a good feeling, especially coming from Booth, who always listened to her. Booth on the other hand, while making small talk was thinking what made Brennan so silent. Normally she would just correct something he said, or at least make some anthropological remark about the way the paintings were hung up, or whatever. Being passive was just not what she did.

The suite was dreamlike. Inside the door they could see a long entrance hall decorated with tasteful paintings and a comfortable carpet that opened in two rooms. The left one was the living room. It had the couch, a fairly big TV and a dining table, which they both assume would be their working area. The bedroom, on the right, was as classy as the living room had been. There was a king size bed in the middle, surrounded by two simple bedtime tables. The desk and the mirror stood leaning against one of the side walls, and next to them was a door that led to the bathroom. It was large and clearly designed for a couple. Two sinks, a large mirror and a shower in which could fit easily five to six people. On the other side wall of the bedroom there was the balcony. It was wide and the garden table placed there looked designed for comfort. One second look told them, that it even had a Jacuzzi.

"Oh wow Bones, I don't think I will ever want to change rooms after all, do you?"

"I think I will take a shower now. Today was a very long day, and the trip, and retrieving the remains just left me in need of a very long shower."

"Go right ahead. Since it's too late to call the lab now, I'll just go and keep that fine lady company."

"Oh you're going back to meet Miss Taylor? Just get another set of room keys then, so that if you're late you don't have to wake me up to let you in" She dismissed quickly. "If I knew you were so interested I would have insisted you get your own room, I don't want to impose." She didn't know where that had come from she had just blurted the first thing that came to mind.

"What?" Booth was genuinely confused. What the hell was she talking about?

"Oh, and you didn't have to send me back to the car just to get me lost" She used the quotation marks on the expression he had once used. "You just had to say so, and instead of going to the car I could have gone and have a drink at the bar."

"Oh so you think I wanted you lost so that I could hit on a girl?" Booth now had a very smug grin. She was jealous of him.

"Well she was definitely hitting on you, and she was very appealing sexually, and she seemed to be your preferred type, so I don't think it would be that big of a leap."

"A leap none the less, and a wrong one at that." He answered, still wearing an infuriated I-know-where-this-is-coming-from-even-if-you-don't-admit-it smile. "You've seen me at work you know I use my charm on people to get what I want. And at that moment I wanted her to find me a room where we both could stay, since you know, they were all booked. And yeah, you being there was totally wrecking my mojo."

"Now you sound like Sweets" she mumbled not looking in his eyes where she was sure she was going to find a grin so wide she would be powerless to grin back, and that was not going to happen. So blushing she retreated to the bathroom and while she was stripping down her clothes she heard him light on the TV. Ah, the nice lady…

After her showershe joined him in the living room just to find him setting the table, which on it had several cartons of take out. She smiled at his kindness. She was hungry.

"There you are. I was starting to think you were missing in action" He smiled "I took the liberty to order some food, since neither of us has eaten since lunch at Alice's, and I am really, really hungry. Feel free to help yourself if you like"

"Thank you so much" She said truly. "And oh, how could I be missing in action? I was just in the bathroom, not in some war zone"

"With you I'm sure it could be both" He replied quietly so that she wouldn't listen.

They sat eating contentedly, even though neither one was speaking. They were at ease around each other, and they both cherished the moments where they could be together, just enjoying each other's company. Talking was overrated.

After dinner Brennan excused herself to go to bed, but Booth was having none of that.

"Bones, I know you're not that tired. You'll just sit in that bed and write until you drop. So why don't we just pull out the couch, order some popcorn from room service and watch a movie. Then we both go to bed to actually sleep."

"I really don't want to impose on your own space Booth, so really, you should just rest, and I'll be in the bedroom" She tried to counterargument, weakly. She wanted to stay, if for nothing else, for her opportunity to learn a little bit more about pop culture.

"Bones just go and call room service while I take care of the couch, please."

Popcorn was in the room in fifteen minutes, the couch however took a while longer. Every time she tried to help him, he just brushed her of saying that it was a guy thing. She watched amused as he circled the couch looking for some kind of mechanism that would do the trick. He looked like a hunter stalking his prey. She even tried to point it to the instructions, but again, his answer was a very offended "Guys don't need that stuff Bones". Her smirking was becoming a loud laugh when he decided it was time to give up. Sensing his mood she just approached the couch kneeled behind it and pressed the desired button. The couch unfolded in front of Booth's disbelieving eyes.

Finally setting on the couch Booth relinquished control of the remote asking Brennan to choose a movie.

She refused. "You are much more capable of choosing a fitting movie for both of us to watch than me Booth."

Since everything that was playing was either a chick flick or an animated movie he settled for the movie "Enough" starring Jennifer Lopez. He admitted he wasn't one of his favorites but it was a nice enough movie for them to relax.

During the film they began to come closer. First Brennan reached for him to preach him about marriage, since Slim seemed to be a very independent woman, making it unreasonable for her to get married to a guy she met at the dinner she worked at. Then Booth reached for her, unconsciously, when he related to the woman who was being abused and cheated by the one man that swore to protect her, and to the daughter they had. Then Brennan to correct her martial arts moves, telling him they were too rehearsed.

At the end she was standing next to him, his arm around her shoulders, and her head falling to his chest, and his protectively on top of hers. He sensed she was falling asleep so he tried to carry her to the bedroom. She sensed the movement and opened her eyes, and nuzzled his neck stopping his endeavors.

"Booth" She said sleepily, quietly, her eyes looking hazily up to his, as if she was telling him a secret. "Why did she stay? Why didn't she just picked up her daughter and ran the first time he slapped her?"

"I am not sure, Bones. To this day I'm not sure what makes a woman endure this kind of abuse. Fear perhaps. Security. But if I had to bet I would say hope and love." He answered truthfully, wrapping his arms around her. "Hope and love."