AN: This is going to be an interesting ride. It's just a three shot and is possibly a little OOC, but oh so much fun. Hope you enjoy, and remember, this is just a bit of ridiculous fluff and meant only to make you laugh.

"What?" He looked over at her as they drove back to the Jeffersonian. She glanced back at him before repeating herself.

"Are we dating?"

"Where did this come from?" How in the world was he supposed to drive when she threw random things at him like that? And why in the world would she ask that?

"While we were waiting for our appointment with Sweets, I looked at a questionnaire in this magazine called 'Cosmopolitan'. After answering all of the questions, it said that we should be dating." She looked at him calmly as he glanced over at her in utter confusion.

"What?" Brennan turned in her seat to better face him as he drove.

"Well think about it Booth." She held up her hand and began to tick off her fingers. "First of all, we go out to eat at least four times a week."

"What are you talking about?" Confusion was beginning to be a normal state of mind around her.

"I've cooked for you before, which I am told is a very intimate thing." She ticked off another finger. Booth glanced at her again, finding it a lot harder to keep his eyes on the road.

"Where are you going with this?"

You have clothes at my place and some of mine are at yours. We have keys to each other's places, which according to Angela is step three." Booth turned off the main road and onto the long drive up to the parking garage for the Jeffersonian.

"Angela has rules? Rules for what?" Brennan flashed her identification card to the security guard on duty as Booth drove into the parking structure and pulled into a spot.

"And we've been on vacation together…" She bit her lip, thinking about the statement. "Although maybe New Orleans doesn't count because I was a suspect for murder." She scrunched up her face as she thought about it for a moment and then shrugged. "No, I don't think that counts."

"What?" Booth was lost in the conversation as Brennan continued. He hated when Hurricane Temperance rolled in because he could never quite keep up with her stream of logic.

"Your son likes me, and my family likes you… Why haven't I ever met your family? Are you ashamed of me?"

"Ashamed of you? Wait, what?"

"Why else wouldn't I have met your family? I mean everything else in our lives point to the fact that we're a couple, except we haven't had sex yet." She turned her gaze on him again, waiting for a response. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again quickly. "Well, what are you looking for in a relationship that we don't already have?"

"Wow, geez Bones… I mean I always figured I'd meet someone who shared my dream of getting married and having kids. I want whoever I'm with to really understand what my job entails and is okay with the danger that can come with it."


"So yeah, that's what I want."

"And I'm agreeing to the terms you've laid down."

"What terms?" He looked at her again at a loss as to where she was going with the conversation.

"Marriage, kids, understanding the rigors of your position. You've stated that's what you want in a partner and the terms are acceptable to me." Booth looked at her again, his eyebrows knit together.

"So you're saying…what are you saying?" Brennan sighed and rubbed the headache that was beginning to form at her temples. Did she have to explain everything?

"I'm saying that since we're dating according to that survey, then we should take the next logical step in our relationship."

"And that's marriage?"

"According to your beliefs, yes."

"Oh, okay. Wow, that felt like a contract negotiation. Are we really engaged?"

"How would you have done it?"


"Arranged an engagement."

"I don't know, I hadn't really thought about it. I suppose I'd want to go all out and do the fancy dinner, get down on one knee, that sort of thing."

"Then why don't you set that up and you can re-ask me."

"I didn't ask you the first time."

"Well see, now you'll get your chance."

"It doesn't work that way, Bones." Brennan slid her mother's ring off of her hand and gave it to Booth.

"My ring shouldn't be any larger than that because I'll need to be able to fit it under my latex gloves. Maybe you should get something pavee." Booth glanced down at the ring in his hand. How had it gotten there exactly? Oh that's right he was engaged to his partner. Were they really engaged? When he looked up, she was standing next to the driver's side door with an expectant look on her face. "Well, are you coming?"