Wow, I've kinda let this story go. Upon others, shall I say urging, I've decided to continue this story. Keep a lookout for further updates, which I hope to have somewhat regularly.

Chapter 3

Finally at just after noon, Booth pulled up to the beach house. Located right near Point Pleasant Beach, the building stood out from its neighbors. It was a large building with two floors, a pool and hot tub in the backyard it was enough to make anyone envious.

"Jeez Hodgie, why aren't we living here?" questioned Angela in awe.

"Because I hate the beach," he replied, eagerly jumping out of the car to stretch.

"Then why are you here?"

"Because you love the beach baby, and I would do anything for you."

"Aww." Angela kissed him on the cheek, but Hodgins scooped her up and buried his face into her.

"Oh please you two," snorted Booth. "Help me carry this stuff inside and then you two take a room." Hodgins ignored Booth and proceeded inside with Angela in tow.

"Zach, help me out!" cried Parker from his car seat. Zach did and together they went into the house.

Booth threw his hands up in disgust. "Fine, I'll carry everything inside by myself!" And that he did. Brennan however was curious as to why Booth was in such a bad mood. She watched him carry all the bags and stuff inside, occasionally turning his head to see what Parker and Zach were doing. He took the last of the bags in and returned outside and began walking along the beach. The curious scientist in her made her follow him. She stayed close to the beach houses trying to remain inconspicuous among the people. Finally he turned onto the docks. He walked to the edge and stood, staring out into the open sea.

Brennan moved closer and closer until she made to the dock without him noticing. She stepped up beside him and stuck her hands into the short pockets of the shorts she was wearing.

"Whaddya want Bones?" he asked in a tired voice.

"Why are you so snappy all of a sudden? This morning you were so happy and now you are…you know."

"Snippy, Bones. You get snippy with someone. And no I'm not snippy, I'm just tired."

"Oh. Why?"

"You are very curious aren't you? Well the nature of my problems is none of your business."

"Okay. I just thought that since we were you know, partners, that we should share everything."

Booth chuckled. "No Bones it's not important. Just drop it."

"Sharing the bed with someone?" she inquired with a giggle.

"What has gotten into you today?" he asked, changing the subject. "You're so laid back."

"Laid-back? Maybe. I had a talk with Angela before and she said that I should live a little. So I've tried it and I don't see the big deal to be honest."

"Hmm, yeah you're too verbose in a sense." Brennan gave him a light tap to which he feigned injury. "Oww. You know, if you're gonna hurt me you can at least tend to my wounds. Can I have a kiss on my boo-boo?" he asked in a childish voice.

Seeing no harm, she grabbed his arm and kiss him in the same spot she hit him. As her lips made contact with his skin, Booth could feel a tingling sensation that ran the length of him down to the knees. "Better?" she questioned as she looked up at him.

"Eh, um." Booth's response was cut short as they heard a shout from one of the guys playing football on the beach.

"Heads up!" shouted the man. Brennan ducked, but Booth was to slow and got a football to the side of his head. He staggered backwards and fell into the water with a large splash.

"Booth!" shouted Brennan as she followed him in. Luckily the dock wasn't far above the water and the water wasn't too shallow. She reached for Booth as he surfaced and grabbed him by the scruff of his t-shirt.

"Ow," he cried as he rubbed it.

"Worry about it later. Let's just get out of the water." Together they moved to get out of the water. "Let me see your head." Booth bent down and showed her the back of his head. "No marks. It'll probably just hurt for a while." Together they walked back to the beach house ignoring the calls from the man who through the football. They walked inside, dripping wet, which didn't go, unnoticed by Angela.

"If you two are going to go swimming together, you should at least take off your clothes," she said with a knowing smirk.

Brennan simply ignored her. "Which room is mine?"

"Well see, there's a problem," called Hodgins from the kitchen. "There are three bedrooms and Zach has to have his own room because he's Zach and he's afraid of…. well I forget but to avoid any problems he's got to have his own room. And Angela and I are sharing for obvious reasons so…"

"I'll take the couch," shouted Booth and Brennan in unison.