The box wrapped in gold foil paper showed up on his desk after lunch. Booth poked at it suspiciously with his pencil before turning the tiny label toward him and recognizing the handwriting. No one would blame him for being hesitant to touch the package considering some of the things that had shown up in plain boxes over his investigative years.

It had been a long week of cases and paperwork and budget hearings. Glad that it was finally Friday, he'd been looking forward to a quiet evening home with Bones. It seemed, based on the mysterious little box, she had different ideas.

Saving the document he had been completing for more than an hour, Booth grabbed the package and turned it in his hands. Nothing on the outside gave him a clue, but it did rattle. Experimentally, he gave it another shake, trying to determine what she was surprising him with.

Having no guesses, Booth tore through the wrapping to expose a white box beneath. Opening it, inside he found one of his colored index cards with an address on it. And a key.

Turning the card with the address over, he found a time on the back along with a couple of sentences. Apparently, the room was booked for two days and it would take him several hours to drive there.

Intrigued, he glanced at his watch. He was the boss. What was the point of all those extra hours if he couldn't leave early once in a while. Shutting down the computer and locking his files away, Booth opened the door and yelled for Charlie.

"I'll be out of town all weekend," Booth said, grabbing his coat. "You're in charge."

Eyes widening slightly, Charlie stared at his boss. "What do you mean, I'm in charge. I'm never in charge. You know I can't work with the Jeffersonian."

"Bones will be with me. Deal with Cam. You'll be fine."

Charlie refused to step out of his way as Booth walked toward the door. Sighing, Booth stopped and glared at the man. "You need the experience. And I'm going to be unreachable. As soon as I get to my destination, I'm turning my phone off."

"And I'm in charge?" Charlie repeated, accepting the fact Booth had no intention of telling him where he'd be.

"Yes, you are in charge. Listen, I wouldn't put you in charge if I didn't think you could handle it. Just keep everything under control until Monday morning when I get back. It's not that long."

Having seen some of the things that took place in that amount of time, Charlie wasn't sure he agreed. But, knowing he didn't really have a choice, he nodded his head slowly. How much trouble would he be in if he didn't answer the phone all weekend either. "And if anyone asks where you are?" he questioned, stepping out of the way.

"You don't know," Booth said, walking past the man. "And you won't have to worry about lying when you say it. Because you have no idea. I'm not telling anyone where I'm going."

OOOOOOOOO

The drive took him well outside the city and toward the mountains. It took him a little longer than the index card suggested in might, but Bones probably hadn't figured in traffic. Which was terrible as usual.

Still, there was ample daylight left as he pulled into a driveway in front of a large, rustic cabin. Brennan's vehicle was already there and he relaxed even more. The thought of her driving all that way alone worried him, not that he planned on telling her that.

Grabbing the bag he hurriedly packed, Booth slammed the door and walked toward the door. In his pocket, he could feel the key pressing against his thigh. Now that he was here, his imagination was running wild. What had she planned for the two of them? Before he climbed the steps, the door opened and she stepped out to greet him.

The bag was dropped at his feet as he climbed the stairs and swept her into his arms. She was laughing when he pressed his lips to hers. "What is all this?" he asked when they separated.

"Date weekend," she explained, motioning for him to grab his stuff and come inside. When the door was closed, and locked, behind them, Brennan motioned around the spacious downstairs room. "There's a master bedroom," she said, pointing. "There's also a large fireplace and a patio with a fancy telescope."

"Is the telescope important?" Booth asked, wandering around the room. The place had the feel of something Hodgins would own; the art on the walls reminded him of Angela's work.

"It's meteor watch day," she explained. On the stove were several pots, and she headed back to stir the dinner she'd started for the two of them. "I thought we could eat and then go find some anthropologists."

"I've already found the only anthropologist I want," he commented. Coming out to help, he brushed the hair off the back of her neck and kissed her in a sensitive spot there, smiling when she shivered slightly.

"Do you remember," she asked, doing her best to ignore how he made her feel, "when we sat on the windshield of the car after the completion of the case in the desert?"

Straightening from where he'd bent over to smell what she was cooking, Booth smiled. "Oh yeah. We wondered if aliens were anthropologists."

She smiled in return and his heart skipped a beat. "Yes! I thought we could spend the weekend together watching the meteors and looking for aliens."

"Are the only things you had planned?" He bumped his arm against hers, flashing a suggestive smile. "We do have this cabin all to ourselves." He looked around the room again, his eyes settling on a diagram of an insect. "This place belongs to Hodgins, doesn't it?" Walking away to inspect the refrigerator, he grabbed both of them a bottle of water.

Not surprised that he'd figured it out, she nodded. "Not too many people know about this place. We try to keep it that way. Sometimes, you just want to spend some time away from people and hide. At least, that's how Angela explained it to me once. It made sense." Taking the water from him, she swallowed some before continuing. "Very, very few people are allowed to borrow this place. We like it that way."

He wasn't surprised she kept her secrets well. "This is nice, Bones," he complimented, bending toward her for another kiss. Then another. When they separated he glanced over her shoulder at the food. "Can this sit?' he asked.

"Definitely." She reached behind her to turn off the burners and then, to his surprise, pulled off her shirt, revealing a lacy black bra. The bump of her stomach was barely visible, but the whole image had him drawing a sharp breath.

"Come on," he said, twisting the cap back on his bottle. "I'm sure there's more than one bedroom in the place. We'll start downstairs."

She laughed, but didn't hesitate to follow him. "What about the meteors?"

"Trust me. We won't need a telescope to see stars tonight."