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In the Beginning: A collection of short one-shots (some are more like drabbles) of Booth & Brennan learning to live together. They are in no particular order. Please let me know what you think!

Spoiler Alert: This one-shot was inspired by the latest promo that aired on Saturday. (If you haven't seen it, go to the Bones Spoilers Blog!)

Author's Notes: A little bit of sweet & funny… This story also ties in with the latest challenge on Bonesology… The Last Hurrah: A Babymoon

One-Shot #5 – It's Sports, Bones

September 2011

The evening started out being a quiet one. Brennan had actually agreed to go relax while Booth cleaned up the kitchen after dinner. When Booth joined her in their bedroom, she was propped up against her pillows with another on her lap holding her laptop.

"Whatcha doing, Bones?"

"Working on a new chapter," she said absent-mindedly.

"Do you mind if I turn on the game in here?" Bones may not be a sports fanatic, but being near her was better than being in the next room. After all, they were still in the "honeymoon" phase of their new relationship.

"What?" Booth yelled at the TV. "Why are you putting him in? There goes the game!"

"They can't hear you, Booth."

"It's all part of the game, Bones. It's called being an armchair quarterback."

"You're not even sitting down you're so excited."

"Fumble! Did you see that?"

"It's very loud."

"It's sports, Bones. It's supposed to be loud."

"I suppose I can accept your reasoning. There is one sport I'm good at… and I can be quite loud."

His game face turned into a seductive smile. "Wanna play?"

"I'm not done writing." He pouted. "You have your game."

"It's a commercial." He started crawling over the bed to her.

"That commercial will last all of 30 seconds… 60 seconds at the most."

"So, that just means I can kiss you for 30-60 seconds."

Her chuckle ended as his lips touched hers. He loved the way she kissed him and he was only vaguely aware of the football game returning to broadcast. Her laptop started to slip and Brennan broke the kiss to grab it.

"Here. Let me get that for you." He reached for it and placed it on the floor. And then he reached for the remote on the bedside table to turn off the TV that was behind him. He missed. Lowering the volume worked, too.

"Don't you want to finish watching your game? I know how you love sports."

"They're going to lose. And playing with you, that's a win."

"Mm," was all she could say before he deepened their kiss. Booth couldn't ever remember a time where he'd chosen a woman over sports. But this was his Bones and Bones wasn't normal. No, she was extraordinary. And she had no problem saying so. That thought made him laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking about you and sports and how amazing you are that I can forget about them."

"It doesn't seem likely that those two thoughts would be simultaneous."

"Oh, you'd be surprised."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said. "All those times you wanted to talk about sex at the most inappropriate times; well, I've become very good at memorizing sports line-ups and stats."

She chuckled. "You used to get very agitated."

"Yeah, well, that was when I had to keep my desires to myself. Now I just grab you and pull you into hiding so I can kiss you and tell you how bad you are."

"I like being bad with you."

He groaned and began to kiss her neck.

"Maybe we should go on a trip," she said softly.

He popped his head up in surprise. "You want to blow off work… to take a vacation?"

"If you can forget about a match on TV…"

"It's a game, Bones. It's a game on TV. I'm not watching tennis," he added incredulously.

"A game then," she responded. "If you can let go of a game to be with me, I can, as you say it, blow off work to spend time with you."

"What brought this on?" he asked in a husky voice as he kissed a path from her jaw to her ear.

"Well, our time will be limited once the baby is born. Angela called it a babymoon."

"How can we have a babymoon if we haven't had a honeymoon?"

She tilted her head to give him better access to her neck. "One doesn't preclude the other," she said side-stepping another marriage talk. "Besides, when have we ever been normal?"

He brought his head up once more to see her smile. "That's an understatement." He chuckled. "Where would you like to go?"

"There's a lot of sight-seeing in Montreal. And we could see the updates on their forensics lab," she said hopefully.

"That sounds like work." He smirked. "How soon would you like to take this vacation?"

She shrugged. "Probably the sooner the better. Pretty soon, I may be waddling instead of walking."

"And you'd still look great." He charmed her with his smile. She wasn't one to get all caught up in her appearance, but still the pregnancy was a big change and he wanted to reassure her.

"I'd love to see a game or two of the World Series," he said as his eyes lit up.

"I don't know what that is. Is that another football game with teams from around the world?"

"No. That would be the Olympics. And I'm talking about baseball. It's the American League against the National League… all U.S. teams."

"The name is very misleading."

He'd never thought about it that way. "Just go with it." Please, he thought.

"How can I accept that? It represents a belief that the United States is the best country in the world."

"We are the best country, Bones!"

"That way of thinking is what starts wars."

He groaned. "Do we have to talk about this now?"

"Sorry. I didn't mean to belittle your tours of duty defending our country."

His eyes softened. "I know." He kissed her tenderly.

"So when and where do these games happen?"

"Don't know, yet. Sometime next month." Her brows furrowed. "We can't know the teams until the playoffs are done. When there are two teams left, the games will be split between the two cities."

"You don't know who's playing, but you want to go."

"Yeah, I haven't been to one since I was a kid."

She remembered what he said in the elevator during the blizzard… the reason for the stadium seats that now sat in their family room. She wanted to make new memories with him. "Are the tickets to these events hard to get?"

"Mm hmm."

"I'll talk to my publisher tomorrow and see if she can help us."

"Really, Bones?" He was excited and she was determined to get tickets.

"Yeah, but you have a lot to teach me before then."

"No problem. Let's start with the bases the players run to after they hit the ball. This is first base." He kissed her long and deep. His hand drifted under her shirt until it found its target. "And this is second base."

Brennan wondered if she would ever understand his pleasure in using sports metaphors.

"I like second base," she purred as her own hands began to roam. "How many bases are there?"

"There are three bases and home plate. Home plate is where you score a run, which is a point for your team. And right now, I wanna score," he added gruffly.

"I know what that metaphor means."

"Good. Clothes off."

A couple of minutes later, Brennan pulled away slightly. Booth let out a long-suffering sigh as he pulled back to find her face with mischief written all over it.

"Do we get to do this at the arena?"

"What?" yelled Booth in a panic.