"You don't worry we're moving a little fast? Hannah has only been gone a week and we are going on a date already." Brennan said the next morning.
"I think we've waited long enough," Booth said. He was making breakfast for both of them. Since Brennan's foot was broken, and everyone knew she was staying at his place, he didn't need to find an excuse for why they were riding in together.
"That's what I thought, too," she said,leaning past him to see what he was cooking. "It smells good."
So did she, but he had no intention of telling her that. He planned to simply enjoy her company for as long as it lasted. And he had their date to look forward, too. It had been a long time since he'd anticipated anything quite as much.
Seconds later, his phone rang and then her phone rang as well. "Guess we have a case," he said, hurrying to get breakfast on the plates.
"Breakfast is ready," Booth said to her when she finished her call. "Eat up and then I will drive you to the crime scene."
"That connection we had up on the mountain," Brennan said suddenly while grabbing her plate.
Booth looked up at her. "What about it?"
"Do you think we'll always have it?"
"Yeah, Bones," he said, setting down his fork. "I think we'll always know when one of us is in trouble. I don't think it will matter what happens between us in the future. Neither one of us will be afraid to cross a line, to do what it takes, to save the other. Because when we save each other, we save ourselves, too."
"Good," Brennan said. "I like knowing you always have my back."
He clinked his fork against hers in a toast. "And you'll always have mine. Just the way we always have."