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Later that afternoon, Brennan called Tim to see if he wanted to eat dinner with her.

Answering his phone, Tim said, "Tim speaking."

Smiling, Brennan said, "Tim, this is Temperance Brennan. Booth is going to be out of town this evening; so, I thought I would check with you to see if you'd like to eat dinner with me tonight. I plan to order take out and eat at home. We didn't get a chance to talk after the meeting and I thought we could use the time to go over anything you'd care to."

Nodding his head, Tim said, "Sure Temperance. I'd love to come. Where'd Booth go?"

"He's working on a case and he had to go to Richmond. He plans to return in a day or two," Brennan said. "I plan to leave work at around 5:30 p.m. so if you'd like to come by Booth's apartment around 6 p.m. we'll eat then."

Smiling, Tim asked, "Would you like me to bring anything? Beer? Wine? Soda?"

Shaking her head, Brennan said, "Booth has Coors in the fridge and we have some wine in the cabinet. I can't drink alcoholic beverages at this time; but, if you wish to you can drink what I have at the apartment or you may bring whatever you care to drink."

"Thanks for inviting me, Temperance," Tim said. "I'll be there around 6 p.m. and Temperance, I want to thank you and Booth for helping me and the family. We really appreciate it. We just may come out on top of this one."

Shaking her head, Brennan said, "You don't have to thank us for helping you Tim. Booth and I both want to help you as much as possible."

Feeling a lump in his throat, Tim said, "Thanks anyways, Temperance. I'll see you this evening."

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That evening, Angela and Hodgins decided to surprise Brennan with a visit. They loaded Michael into his car seat, picked up some cake from Angela's favorite bakery and drove over to Booth's apartment. Angela knew that this was the week that Booth and Brennan were living at his apartment. Arriving at the apartment building at around 8 p.m. Hodgins found out he was going to have to park his car in front of the building. He had been going to park in the parking garage in Booth's parking space; but, there was a car already parked there. He saw Brennan's car parked in the space next to Booth's parking space; so he and Angela knew that she was home.

Sitting in his car, Hodgins turned to Angela and said, "Whose car is that?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Angela said, "I don't know. I've never seen it before. Maybe Booth bought a new car."

Angela opened the door to her side of the car when she felt Hodgins reach over and pull on her arm, "Close the door, Babe."

Puzzled, Angela closed the door and asked, "What's going on?"

Pointing to the blond haired man that he had seen earlier that day, Hodgins said, "That's the guy Sweets and I saw outside of the restaurant with Dr. B."

Watching, Hodgins and Angela saw the man walking up the parking ramp, stop and then turn around. He walked back down towards the elevator and met Brennan standing next to the elevator. They talked for a few minutes and then the strange man leaned over and kissed Brennan on the cheek. Turning around, he walked back up the ramp to his car. Opening the driver's side door, he turned and looked back at Brennan, raised his hand and waved. Getting into his car, he backed the car out of Booth's parking space and drove away.

Speechless, Angela watched the tableau play out.

Turning to Angela, Hodgins said, "I think we should go home, don't you?"

Nodding her head, Angela said, "Yes, I think we better." Staring at Hodgins, Angela said, "Poor Booth."

Shaking his head, Hodgins said, "Well I can tell you one thing. He's going to have to find out on his own what's going on. I'm not telling Booth a damn thing. He might just kill the messenger carrying bad news and I'm not going to be that guy."

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At 9 p.m., Brennan called Booth.

Hearing the voice she needed to hear, Booth answered his phone, "Hello Sweetheart, how's it going?"

Smiling, Brennan let the Sweetheart slide by; she knew Booth was just being affectionate.

"Hello yourself, Booth," Brennan said. "I'm fine. I came home early this evening so I could eat dinner with Tim. He left about an hour ago."

Nodding his head, Booth said, "Good. I'm glad he had dinner with you. What'd you eat?"

"We had Chinese takeout," Brennan said, "I picked some up from that new place around the corner. We'll have to order from them when you come home. They're very good."

Smiling, Booth said, "Great, I've wanted to try them out. Hey, we didn't track down the shooter; but, Cullen wants me back in D.C. tomorrow for some meeting; so, I'll be back tomorrow morning. Browne is going to stay and work with the field office here to see about finding the shooter."

Nodding her head, Brennan asked, "Tim and I have an appointment to see the judge tomorrow morning at 9:30. Caroline found room on her calendar and set up the appointment. Will you be back in time to go to lunch with me tomorrow?"

"I sure plan to be, Bones," Booth said, "I miss you Sweetheart. I really do."

Smiling, Brennan said, "I miss you too, Booth. I'm so used to sleeping with you I think I'm going to have a hard time sleeping by myself tonight."

Sighing, Booth said, "Me too. I'm going to miss your snoring something awful."

Indignant, Brennan said, "Hey, I don't snore, you're the one who snores."

Laughing, Booth said, "Well, I happen to know that I do snore a little; but, I can assure you, you do too; but, in a really cute way."

Puzzled, Brennan said, "How can snoring be cute?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth said, "Because it is, Bones. It just is. I love how you snore in your cute little way and how you snuggle up to me when you're asleep. I love holding you and how you steal the covers from me during the night. I really wish I was home right now, Bones."

Feeling a lump in her throat, Brennan said, "I love how you want to hold me in your sleep and how you let me steal the covers from you, Booth. I wish you were home too."

Nodding his head, Booth said, "I guess we better hang up the phone, Bones. We're just going to make ourselves sadder if we keep talking like this."

Sighing, Brennan said, "Good night, Booth. I'll see you tomorrow."

Sighing too, Booth said, "Good night, Bones. I love you, Sweetheart."

Feeling a little teary, Brennan said, "I love you too, Booth."

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