This one is a bit short but hey, oh well :D Thankyou to everybody who's been reviewing :D Thankyou to Jsiebert who gave me the award for the best Authors Note of the day :D I'm very proud of it *wipes dust off trophy* OK on with the story! BTW...Bren might be a teeny weeny bit out of character here.

It had been 1 hour since Booth had climbed into bed. He tossed and turned, not liking the empty feeling that it held. He checked the time: 12.45. Booth pushed the doona back and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Quietly he tip toed out of his bedroom and to the couch that Brennan was sleeping on. All he wanted to do was pick her up and carry her to bed, but he knew better than that. She was sleeping soundly, an innocent look on her face. Like he had done with Parker so many times, Booth reached down and lifted the blanket up to Brennan's chin. A small smile spread across her lips. Content, he walked back into the bedroom and went back to bed.

Unable to sleep after 2 hours, Booth sat up in bed. He saw a silhouette in the doorway. He casually began reaching for the gun he kept on the bed side table.

"Bones?" he asked questionably his hand inching closer to the weapon.

"Can I join you Booth?" Brennan asked timidly.

"Sure" Booth took his hand away from the gun, shuffled over to the side and pulled the doona aside to let her in. He heard the bed squeak softly as Brennan sat down on the edge. "Come on Bones, you can lie down, I don't bite."

"I'm fully aware that you wouldn't bite." Brennan whispered as she stretched out beneath the doona.

"So, why did you want to join me?" Booth asked as he turned to face his partner.

"I wanted to talk to you, I assumed you would still be awake." She whispered.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"The restaurant."

"What about it?" Booth reached out and grabbed Brennan's hand. He felt the ring on her finger and couldn't help but smile.

"That proposal Booth, it was..." for once in her life, Dr. Temperance Brennan, world renowned forensic anthropologist and best selling author, was speechless. "It was-" she tried again "everything I've always wanted. Don't talk Booth, just listen." Booth nodded slowly.

"It's everything I've always wanted" Brennan repeated "it's what I dreamed of when I was a teenager, it's what I used to talk about with my friends. I never told you about it, but yet, you just...did it."

Booth let the words process in his head. He opened his mouth to speak when Brennan slammed a hand over the offending body part.

"I'm not finished yet." She growled.

He nodded slowly, satisfied Brennan took her hand off his mouth.

"I want to get married Booth." Brennan admitted so quietly Booth struggled to here her. "I realised that last night. I'm getting older and soon, nobody will want me. Nobody wants someone like me anyway. I'm awkward, I'm not sexy, I'm nothing any man would want!"

"Bones don't say that." Booth whispered sincerely. He reached out his free hand and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Don't you dare say that. You are going to fall madly in love one day and you are going to get married. You are going to let someone into your heart and they are never going to leave you. They will love you for who you are, they will love you for being Bones, not some artificial plastic girl. Ok?"

"Ok." Brennan repeated, touched by the sincerity of Booth's words.

"And you're not getting old. If you're getting old, I'm ancient."

"You are." Brennan smiled. She turned her head and relaxed into Booth's hand that was now resting on her cheek.

"You alright?" He asked, drawing lazy circles with his thumb on her cheek.

"Yes." Brennan brought the doona right up to her chin and closed her eyes. She felt Booth fiddling with the ring on her finger. "Why are you playing with the ring? It's quite annoying."

"Sorry" Booth apologized but didn't cease his movements "it's just that I never thought anybody would wear this ring."

"Booth, we're under cover." Brennan protested weakly.

"I know, I still thought there would never be a chance for someone to wear this ring."

"Booth...I don't feel entirely comfortable wearing a ring which resembles years of love." She said in an almost inaudible whisper.

"Then take it off." Booth mumbled before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

When his breathing was steady indicating he was asleep, Brennan whispered "I can't."

Now, I promise JessWaa a conversation that I had with my dad. Ok, I can't remember the whole lot but it went something like this...oh yeah, we had just finished debating and I was calling my dad to tell him that he could pick us up.

Me to dad: Hello Papa Bear the eagle has landed.

Dad to me: Roger that

Me to dad: Commence operation 'Pick up Baby Bear and her cubs'.

Dad to me: Copy, hold position. Over and out.

Like, a minute later, a text from my mum...

Papa Bear eta 15 minutes. Hold position inside. Over. Mama Bear x

Dad calling me again

Dad to me: Baby Bear, team blue is under attack, requesting backup.

Me to dad: Unable to do so, we have a situation.

Dad to me: Be prepared for immediate pick up.

Me to dad: Papa Bear, we have a situation, our Barbeque Shapes are stuck in the vending machine.

Dad to me: Roger that Baby Bear. Papa Bear is coming in. Over and out.

And so, my dad came in and failed to retrieve our BBQ Shapes.

It was a depressing moment for all of us :D...NOT!