Author's Note: This was another challenge from Kerrison, though it's hard to sum it up in a line so just believe me that it was. It's a short little ditty – just four chapters. I asked her if it was supposed to be smutty and she said the part she charged me with wasn't. But, let's all remember who's writing it. It earns its rating in Chapter 4.

No, I'm not abandoning Forty Weeks, it's just nice to have a little something going on the side from time to time. :o)

~Amara D'Angeli


He had the hard-to-fight urge to bang his head against the steering wheel. "Bones, it's a school play. There's nothing anthropological about it. My kid's a bumble bee."

"I'm just saying, a child's first public appearance has far reaching cultural development markers that are anthro—"

"If you say 'anthropologically significant' one more time I'm leaving you at the next traffic light," he cut her off. "Forty eight, hours Bones."

She looked over at him in surprise. "'Forty eight hours' what?"

"I want forty eight hours of you just experiencing life without analyzing it." He looked at the clock on his dashboard. "It's six-oh-eight. From this moment until six-oh-eight Sunday night I don't want to hear anything about anthropology, or cultures, or biology, or chemistry, or any other scientific label you try to put on things."

"But I am an anthropologist, Booth. It's what I do."

"Yes. It's what you do," he stressed. "Not who you are. I know there's more to you than textbooks and ten years of college."

"So for forty eight hours you want me to step outside my comfort zone?"

He nodded. "Yep. Starting now. Though Parker's school play tonight and through a full weekend of living like the rest of us do. No Jeffersonian. No skeletons. No writing. No work."

"You say that as if you believe it will be difficult for me."

He snorted. "Of course it's going to be difficult. Do you think I'd make it easy? You're spending the weekend with me. All the normal living stuff I'd do? You're doing too. And I've got plans with Parker tomorrow."

"It's true he invited me to the play tonight, but are you sure he'd want me encroaching on his time with you tomorrow?" She hedged.

"Are you kidding me? He'd be thrilled. Football in the park, Bones. I dare you not get anthropological surrounded by all the people out there."

"You dare me?" She grinned at him. "And what do I get if I succeed."

He thought about that. He wanted to be fair. "Forty eight hours of your own," he countered.

"You mean forty eight hours when I can take you out of your comfort zone."

"Sure." He looked over at her and got a little worried. "They call those grins 'shit-eating' for a reason. What are you cooking up?"

"Considering you think it's going to be difficult for me to succeed, why are you worried?"

"I'm always worried when it comes to you and plotting."

"You've given me sufficient incentive to succeed," she said matter-of-factly. "If I were you, I would be worried."

"That sounded awfully science-y, Bones," he taunted as he parked the SUV next to Rebecca's sedan in front of Parker's school.

"I can't alter the way I speak just to please you," she intoned in a way that made his pants tighten uncomfortably.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," he muttered and got out of the vehicle. He waited for her at the front of the truck while she smoothed lipstick over her lips and a brush through her hair. By the time she'd joined him he'd managed to get the exact sound of her saying the phrase 'just to please you' out of his head. Which was good because he didn't want to feel like an ass walking into an elementary school cafeteria.

"So what are we doing this weekend if I can't work," she asked as his hand fell to the small of her back.

"After the play tonight we're going to the diner with Parker, Rebecca and Brent. Tomorrow, pancake breakfast at my place. Followed by football and a picnic lunch in the park with Parker." He stopped and held the door open for her and pointed out Brent and Rebecca seated in the third row. "Tomorrow afternoon I'm taking him back to Rebecca's so it'll just be you and me Saturday afternoon."

"And Saturday night," she asked as she stepped carefully around an elderly couple seated at the end of the row they were to sit in.

"Well, we'll just have to see, won't we?" He grinned and grasped her hips lightly so he could pass behind her to take the seat between her and Rebecca. They all exchanged pleasantries and he began to think better of his seating choice when both Rebecca and Brennan had leaned forward to speak around him.

He watched her while she talked to Rebecca. He sometimes forgot how friendly she could be. He spent so much time deciphering squint-speak and correcting her social-ineptitudes that he forgot, occasionally, to take pleasure in the kindness of her.

And yes, it started out as a dare but he was really beginning to look forward to the next forty-eight hours.