Hey there! I have written another chapter, as it is a lazy Saturday afternoon and I have nothing to do except clean. I don't like cleaning. That and I really felt the need to write.

So here we go, Chapter 9! Antoher Brennan/Deni chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones. I do, however, own Deni Marsters because she is a fictional character that I made up all by myself! (accomplished eyelashes batting)

"Hey, Deni, can I have a few pairs of gloves? I'm almost out." Brennan asked as she twisted her hair into a pony tail.

"Sure thing, Dr. Brennan. Show me the way to your glove bag and I'll stick some in there while you finish getting ready." The blonde girl replied as she opened her kit and began to rummage through it for the spare box of latex gloves she always had on hand just in case.

"It's in my kit, third pocket on the right, next to the extra-large evidence bags." She directed, pulling on a pair of cargo shorts. Deni nodded and unzipped the bag, finding her way to the correct spot. She dug her hand into the pocket and finally came back up with a nearly empty zip lock bag.

Deni peered into it and raised a curious eyebrow as she noticed the slip of paper, folded neatly in half twice. She looked up to see that Brennan was preoccupied with looping her belt around her waist, so, being the inquisitive soul that she is, she unfolded the paper to find not a note, but a picture.

It was taken at a bar, she could tell because behind the two people in the picture were several illuminated shelves of liquor bottles, lined up with the labels facing out all nice and pretty.

Deni recognized Dr. Brennan instantly. She was sitting on a barstool next to a very attractive man in a green jacket and a gray shirt. The man was grinning and looked genuinely happy, as if being that bar, sitting next to Dr. Brennan was the only thing he'd want to do at that moment in time. He was making bunny ears over her head, which she'd undoubtedly noticed. She was looking up at his fingers, showing off her beautify chiseled jaw line, smiling spitefully- like she was annoyed that he was teasing her, but was trying not to laugh at what he was doing.

Deni grinned. So this is him. She thought to herself.

She flipped the picture over just as Brennan went to fetch her water bottle.

'Booth's Birthday, 2008.' It was titled. Booth? Deni raised another curious eyebrow. The sound of Dr. Brennan's boots nearing her made her flip the picture over.

She went about putting the gloves in the bag and then, ever so casually asked,

"So who's this Booth person?"

Her blue eyes froze and the first time in a very long time, Temperance Brennan blushed a deep shade of crimson.

"Why do you ask?" She pressed, biting the inside of her cheek.

"Why are you embarrassed?" Deni giggled. She liked seeing this side of Dr. Brennan, the human side. It was nice. The mere fact that she had a human side to be seen gave her a since of hope in the world. Nothing is ever impossible…She thought to herself.

"I'm not embarrassed…" She defended, though it came out sounding more like a question.

"I look embarrassed?" She asked. Deni nodded, biting her bottom lip as she clasped the picture between her index finger and her thumb, holding it out in front of her so that she could see it.

"Where'd you get that?" She asked, accusatory, pleased and surprised all at the same time.

"Your glove bag." Deni answered simply. Brennan reached out and took it from her, flipping it over, noticing her own handwriting on the back of the picture. She knew exactly who had stuffed the photograph in her glove bag, who'd removed it from its secret place in the back of her keyboard drawer. Angela. She mentally rolled her eyes, but went back to observing the picture.

She remembered being there. At Founding Fathers with Booth, (sitting in the same stool she'd pushed his Jar-Headed little brother out of the day before) celebrating his birthday, while Angela fiddled around with the camera.

"Come on! Get in there with Booth, I want a picture of you two!" She'd exclaimed. Brennan had reluctantly agreed (though not too reluctantly). They'd started off a bar stool apart from each other, but Angela complained that they 'wouldn't fit in the same frame', so she kept motioning time and time again to scoot nearer to each other.

"Oh, come on! I've seen you guys closer than that!" Hodgins had complained, leaving Brennan's cheeks to redden ever-so vaguely and Booth to shoot him a short lived death-glare.

Finally they were close enough for Angela's taste, Angela's taste being almost sitting on top of each other, and Booth had flashed the bunny-ear fingers above her head just as the button was pressed.

"Booth!" She had whined in a flirty manner, playfully hitting him on the shoulder.

"Ow!" He'd grinned.

Yes, she remembered being there. She remembered how it smelled-like alcohol, warm chocolate cake, and Booth's cologne, she remembered how it had sounded- loud, what with the music playing and the balls from the pool table in the back smacking around against each other and the clinking of glasses. She remember how she'd felt. Happy. Happy to be apart of something. Happy to be with people who loved and cared about her.

Now, it all came flooding back to her and she could smell his spicy, rugged cologne wafting into her nostrils from his neck, she could see him grinning and she could feel his charming ways and his comforting warmth surrounding her.

"So…" Deni's voice brought her back to reality.

"So what?" She asked, forgetting the question, assuming that there was in fact a question to be answered.

"So who's this 'Booth' person?" Brennan collected her kit from it's place on the edge of her cot, stuffing the picture under her pillow. She slung her bag over her shoulder as she brushed by Deni, exiting the tent.

"He's my partner." She began to walk to the site. Deni snagged onto this hook in Dr. Brennan's life like a fish after bait. She ran to follow her out, like one of the interns, racing to keep up with her.

"Just your partner?" She asked, her blonde ponytail swishing against her back.

"Yes…" She answered.

"You sound hesitant." Deni prodded.

"And you sound invasive." Brennan commented. Deni furrowed her brows.

"Sometimes the reason we put up walls is not to keep people out and away from the truth, but to keep ourselves in." She spoke.

Brennan stopped.

"I don't put up walls." She commented briskly.

"Sure you don't." Deni muttered. They walked all the way to the pit in silence.

"He's my partner. That's all." Brennan confirmed.

"I believe you." Deni exclaimed, "It's just that there are certain lines that are meant to be crossed." She finished, crawling down into the grave, pulling the tan cap over her hot mess of shiny blonde hair. Brennan made her signature 'pinchy face', lost in thought.

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~Rhea~

Hodgins: like a domesticated container

Booth: you mean like a jar? why can't we just call it a jar??