A/N: Ok, so this story will end up being pretty long. I hope it stays interesting enough for everyone to stick with it. Anyway, new chapter! Reviews are welcome!!!

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The next week passed, with little contact with Sully. There was one case, but it was easy. The husband did it, he confessed, case closed. Sully did try to persuade Brennan to have lunch or dinner with him more than once, insisting that they had to discuss the case, but she evaded him, using paperwork and bones from Limbo as excuses. After a couple days, though, Sully appeared to give up.

*Finally! I don't think that man knows how to take a hint. Or, in this case, read the giant flashing neon sign that said "I'M NOT INTERESTED,"* Brennan thought as she examined bones from Limbo.

"Hey Tempe! We got a case!" came a very annoying voice from behind her.

Brennan sighed.

*Great, and I just hoped I wouldn't have to see him again….*

"What's the case Sully?" she asked, trying to keep a civil tone, but coming off a little cold.

"Body found in an attic of a house. Just newly purchased, been on the market for a while, new owners opened up the attic to use for storage and saw a body just sitting up there. Previous owner is dead," Sully summarized.

"Great, well, just ship have them ship the body here. Tell them to collect everything near the body and bring it in as well," Brennan said, turning back to the examination table.

"What, you don't want to supervise?" Sully asked, surprised again.

"I'm a little busy, Sully. This is what the museum pays me for, after all. I'm sure the FBI team knows what to do."

Sully gave her an angry glare that she didn't see, because she had simply decided the conversation was over and was examining the bones on the table.

"Fine. I'll call you with an ETA for the body," Sully said, stalking off in a huff.

*Thank God, he's finally gone!* Brennan thought, not even noticing that she had acknowledged the existence of God.

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Sully's new case was even easier than the first. A burglar was in the attic, some extremely heavy boxes fell on him, trapped him and prevented him from breathing. Accidental death, no murder. Another week passed, and Brennan was anxiously awaiting Booth's return. He said he would most likely only be two weeks, but there hadn't been any specifics about when he would be back.

*If something happened, we would have heard already….wouldn't we?* Brennan thought, pacing in front of her couch in her office.

*I really should be getting home…it's late, and I haven't eaten dinner yet…* Just as this thought crossed her mind, she heard a 'thump' of something hitting the ground. Turning around, she looked for the source of the noise, letting out a gasp of surprise at the familiar face at the door.

"Hey Bones, long time no see," Booth said, his cocky grin already in place.

"Booth! You're back! Thank God, Sully was starting to drive me crazy!" Brennan said, extremely happy and relieved that he was home.

"Yeah, I am. And it's good to be back," Booth said, walking over to Brennan and giving her a hug.

"I missed you so much," Brennan whispered.

"I missed you too," Booth answered, tilting her chin up so he could look into her eyes. He slowly moved so that their lips touched, for just a second.

"So, how 'bout we go out for that dinner tomorrow?" he asked, trying to start a conversation so he wouldn't just keep kissing her.

"Ok. Where do you want to go?"

"I think I'm going to let it be a surprise…"

"Booth! You know I don't like surprises," she protested.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure that you're dressed appropriately. Just go to Angela, I'll tell her and she'll help you get ready. And no, she won't tell you either," Booth said, grinning when she tried to interrupt him.

Brennan sighed and rolled her eyes in mock exasperation.

"Fine. I guess I'll go along with it just this one time."

Booth smiled even wider.

"Good," he stated, kissing her again, this time not so chastely. In fact, the both of them were so distracted, they didn't notice Sully standing in the doorway, fuming.

*……I can't believe it…..* Words failed him completely as he shook with rage. He stormed off, being sure not to make noise to draw attention to himself.

*He is so dead….* Sully thought to himself as he got into his car, ideas for revenge running half-formed through his head.