**Author's note**

I re-watched season one. I much prefer that Temperance Brennan to, say, season 5 Temperance Brennan. She was much less literal and a much more relatable character. Still a "cold fish", but she was savvy, that is the Temperance Brennan I am writing about. Also, I am not going to lie, I haven't watched the show since they killed off Vincent Nigel-Murray, and I was never able to look at David Boreanaz the same since the news broke that he cheated on his wife with that extra. I was all "SEELEY BOOTH IS NOT THAT KIND OF MAN." Now he looks bad, his face is puffy and he just does not look well, but that is what he gets. HA! Now I refuse to watch until they bring back Zack Addy.

My point was I liked these characters so much better in season 1 and those are the characters I am "stealing" **I own nothing**

I digress…

"How did you get this address?" It was past midnight, and she was exhausted, but more hungry than exhausted. It had been four hours since Booth had shown up at her front door. He was angry, as she might have expected if she had ever expected her plan not to work. He had calmed down, and she felt confident that she had gotten him to see her side of things.

"I'm FBI." Booth shrugged like the answer had been obvious. He stood in front of the oven cooking. Grilled cheese was apparently 'his specialty'. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Background check." He clarified, flipped the sandwich one last time in the skillet and then placed it onto a plate.

"Why would you want to find me?" Temperance took the plate out of his hand and walked around the counter and sat down.

"You weren't returning my calls. I need your help with a case and, you know," Seeley shrugged his shoulders again, if he kept hanging around this woman he was going to develop a nervous tick. "I like you."

"I told Zack to tell you never call me again." She took a bite out of her grilled cheese completely ignoring his last statement. She was amazed at how such a simple as a cheese sandwich could taste so good.

"He told me, I just didn't listen." He opened the fridge, looking for a second, and pulling out a Budweiser. "Why do you have beer?" he cracked open a bottle.

"Zack is a good assistant." He sat down on the barstool next to her, "Those are for friends." She pointed at the bottle in his hand.

"So, I don't count as a friend?"

"That's not what I meant." Temperance was astounded at how this man could make her feel flustered with a mere sentence.

"I want to be more than just your friend, Temperance, or your partner." He shook his head and took another swig of beer. Brennan stared back at him blankly, "I feel like we owe our son to at least try."

She picked up her sandwich and took a bite, wiped her hands on the napkin placed it next to her plate, and then stood and walked across the room to pick up the book that had made its way to the dining table.

Brennan slid back onto the stool she was seated on and opened the book. She pulled out a piece of paper she had tucked inside, handed it to Booth and proceeded to finish her grilled cheese.

Booth sat his beer on the counter in front of him and took the paper from her. He was looking at a picture of his son.

By the time she spoke again she was finished with her sandwich, she walked behind him and placed her plate into the sink. "There is a video also."

*************WHY DON'T MY LINE BREAKS EVER SHOW UP?*************

A chill ran up her spine as her bare feet hit the hardwood floor. The temperature was dropping, and she hadn't turned the heat on before climbing into her bed at what had to be two AM.

She walked into the kitchen, tying a fleece robe around her waist. She was not going to deal with her day until she had her coffee, even if it was decaf.

That was when she heard a familiar noise come out of her living room. She turned to find Seeley Booth asleep on her couch. He was much too tall for it. His feet dangled off of the end.

She had almost forgotten that he was there the night before. Almost. She placed a hand on her mouth, remembering what his lips had felt like just hours before.

He groaned as he heard her Mr. Coffee kick on. He was a light sleeper; it was part of his training. Kill or be killed- in your sleep.

"Good morning." She muttered as she pulled things out of the fridge, she was apparently building breakfast.

A bowl of cubed watermelon sat on the counter as she dropped eggs into a hot skillet.

Booth walked down the hallway into the bathroom.

***********AND NOTHING IS INDENTED**************

"Morning." He finally said as he walked into the kitchen with every intention of raiding her refrigerator.

Staring blankly into the ice box he was let down with what he found. "I think I am going to go find breakfast."

"Why don't you just go home?" She didn't want to admit that, even though they weren't in the same room, she liked not being alone. It comforted her to know that he was in the next room and that he would protect her with his life, she slept better in those few hours than she had in weeks. Temperance couldn't let him know that.

She hated him just a day ago, but when he told her that he was going to be there for her and their son, everything changed. She didn't know if it was the hormones, or maybe motherhood was making her soft, but she believed him. She just couldn't let him think that she needed him.

"You're sick of me already?" a smile flashed across his tired face.

"I'm just saying you have to be tired, and your back has to hurt after sleeping on that sofa. And that's not even taking into account all of your previous injuries. Hurt is probably an understatement." She looked over the length of his body.

"What?" his eyes darkened.

"Sleeping on the sofa may have aggravated old injuries." Temperance was curious, "I would like to hear about them." From an anthropological standpoint he was fascinating, she would love to see his xrays. "I would love to look at your x-rays."

"I'd rather not talk about it." Was the only reply he would offer, and then briskly changed the subject, "What are you planning on today?"

"I will be here for the day; the furniture for the nursery is being delivered. Why?"

"We should spend some time together; get to know each other a little better."

"I find I know all I need to know about you right now." She was confident in the man she thought he was, as angry as he made her she knew he was a good man, a man of his word. "Go home."

"I'll be back." He leaned down and took her into a kiss before sliding on his shoes and leaving. "Make sure you lock the door behind me."

She had agreed to take it slow, and he wasn't about to blow his chances by asking for more.'

************THIS SUCKS***************

After stopping at his apartment to get a shower and a change of clothes, Booth stopped at his favorite coffee shop. He picked up coffee, not the god forsaken decaf crap, real coffee and half a dozen doughnuts, maybe the sugar would help him stay awake. And he headed back to Brennan's place.

"I didn't expect you back so soon." Temperance stated as she opened up the front door. She was freshly showered, wearing the same gray sweatpants from the night before, this time paired with a black camisole. Her shirt fit tightly, showing off her shape. Round. Her wet hair loosely tied in a knot on the back of her head.

"You look beautiful." Booth closed and locked the door behind him.

"You're ridiculous." She smiled at him. He could have sworn it was the most beautiful smile he had seen in his life.