A/N: Just so you know, this may eventually be a crossover, I haven't decided yet, so if you have an opinion, please review and I will take that into consideration for my later chapters.

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Brennan dropped Booth off at his place, since he had taken a cab to the Jeffersonian, then headed home to eat and go to bed. She couldn't stop wondering where they were going, and she couldn't stop thinking about that kiss…which was not normal for Brennan at all.

*It's because it's Booth…* said a voice in the back of her head.

*That's ridiculous,* she thought, brushing the thought away.

*I'm more comfortable with him than anyone ever. With him, I'm safe. Why would I think about kissing him so much?* Brennan sighed resignedly, and headed to bed.

*Maybe if I could get some sleep…I haven't been sleeping well lately, and I have been anxious about Booth…maybe that's it, because I was so stressed….*

Pondering this possible reason, Brennan got ready for bed and tried to sleep. Eventually, she succeeded in sleeping, though her dreams were filled with a certain FBI agent who was always around….

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In a dark alley, somewhere outside of D.C., a dealer was hanging out, waiting for his usual buyers to show. Instead, a new guy showed up. The dealer suspected nothing, at least, until the guy flashed an official looking badge. Badges like that generally elicit a deer-in-the-headlights look.

*But this dude hasn't grabbed any cuffs…*

The dealer, a little stoned himself, was extremely confused.

"Look, I will let you go with a warning, but I need to confiscate ALL your products. Ok?" The dealer handed over the drugs, no questions, just happy he wasn't going to jail. Little did he know, in a few days, he'd be in a much worse condition than being in jail. He figured the cop would report the bust, and his suppliers would know.

But corrupt cops don't care who they hurt.

The cop walked away, loaded down with enough illegal drugs to kill ...well....one very in shape FBI agent who weighed in at about 200-250 pounds.

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Angela walked into Brennan's office early the next morning with coffee, as she had every day before during Booth's absence.

To say that she was surprised when she saw Booth lying on Brennan's couch was a little bit of an understatement.

"Geez Angela. Are you trying to kill me?" Booth asked as Angela squealed

"Booth!" and grabbed him around the neck in a giant hug once he sat up.

"No, I just didn't know you were back!" Angela exclaimed exuberantly.

"So, do you know when Bones will be in?" Booth inquired of Angela.

"I don't know. Why? You got a case?"

"No, I just needed to talk to you." Angela looked intrigued.

"Oh? What about?"

"Ok, so I'm taking Bones on a date tomorrow night. Except, where we're going is a surprise to her. So I'm going to tell you where we're going, and you're going to go help her get ready to make sure she wouldn't get embarrassed by being under or over-dressed," Booth explained.

"Ooh, do tell!" Angela exclaimed.

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