(The X in the Files)

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Staring at each other in wonder, Booth and his partner Temperance Brennan blurted out at the same time.

"Did you hear that?"

"What was it?"

Nervously chuckling, Booth looked up the sky and then at the surrounding area trying to spot what had startled them. "Aw, it was probably a coyote or a jack rabbit or whatever."

Her gaze flicking to her right and left, Brennan slowly nodded her head. "Yes, of course. What else would be out here besides ourselves?"

Booth decided that he wasn't really afraid, after all what was there to be afraid of? He was an FBI Agent for God's sake and a former Army Ranger. Rangers lead the way and that meant they didn't run from sounds. "We just spooked ourselves that's all . . . I mean, it's understandable. All this talk about aliens and . . . you know probing and stuff. We're fine."

Calming her racing heart, Brennan smiled. "Yes, we should probably go. It's getting late. We should leave early in the morning. We may be able to get a flight out to DC if we get to the airport early enough."

Slowly shaking his head, Booth corrected her. "Nope, I am not sitting in an airport all day trying to get a flight. I'll get online once we get back to the hotel and see about booking a flight. Maybe we can sleep in and get a good breakfast before we catch a flight."

His plan sounded better than hers, but she decided not to admit that. "Well, if that's what you want to do then that's what we'll do. I just thought we could be at the airport just in case someone cancels. We would be available and we could purchase their seats. We were told that they only have two airlines working out of the airport."

Hopping down from the truck, Booth quickly stepped around the truck and helped Brennan off the hood on to the ground below. Once she landed on her feet, Booth stood still, his hands on her waist, staring into her eyes.

The feel of his hands on her waist a novelty since he usually just touched her on her arms, the small of her back or her shoulders, Brennan slowly reached out and placed her hand on his arm. Staring into his face in the dim light, she realized that she couldn't really read whatever emotion that might be found on her partner's face. "I . . ." Swallowing, Brennan lowered her hand and looked up at the night sky. "It's beautiful out here. It isn't often that we get to see the stars so clearly. The light pollution in the District doesn't allow us to see what's above us at night."

Releasing her waist, Booth moved his hands so that he could hook his thumbs on his belt. "Yeah, it is nice out here, but I kinda like it back home better. It's too . . . isolated out here. I'm a city guy. You can take the boy out of Philadelphia but you can't take Philadelphia out of the boy."

The moment between them broken, Brennan smiled. "Yes, you do like the city environs better that the country." Stepping over to the passenger side of the truck, Brennan opened the door. "Perhaps we can stop somewhere on the way to our hotel room and get a cup of coffee."

Disappointed in himself, Booth wondered if he would ever have the courage to push the envelope, to cross that line between them. "Yeah, maybe we should and maybe we can get some pie too."

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