An: Meh I think it blows. XD


Hours later their love powered embrace hadn't faltered, and as sunlight reached the deepest recesses of the Medico Legal lab, the two remained settled soundly against each other; asleep in her office.


"Where's Brennan?" Angela asked as her heels clacked on the reverberating metal constructed into the platform. "Her car is in the garage."

"We haven't seen her this morning," Cam answered, leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest. "But Booth's truck is out front."

A siren smile stretched across the artist's lips and her eyes met with her husband's. "Do you think they followed in our footsteps and used the Egyptian storage room for their delicious advantage?"

"Too much information," their boss said quickly, standing up and moving toward the edge of the platform's back steps. "Have you checked her office Angela?"

"No..." she replied, quickly moving to Cam's side before jogging down the steps and creeping towards her friend's office. Her perfectly manicured nails closed around the threshold as she leant in, and the pathologist shared an interested look with her co worker when his wife jumped a little bit and frantically motioned for the others to come closer.

"What do you think it is," Hodgins asked as he walked with Cam through the metallic work stations.

"Their probably wrapped up naked together, and I don't think I'm ready to see that much of Dr. Brennan."

"Yeah, mystery is always good," he joked, laughing and slowing when they neared Brennan's office.

"Look at them!" Angela hissed, smiling like a mad woman as she pointed towards the opened threshold.

"Please warn me now if I'm about to see something I don't want to see," Cam demanded, placing her finger into the air.

"You aren't. If they were naked I would have screamed and ran for my camera," the artist answered truthfully, smiling at the dual concerned gazes. "Hey, don't look at me like that. You both know you love me."

Hodgins shrugged and looked to Cam, sighing and muttering: "She has me there," before stepping up to the door and glancing inside, moving inward and crossing his arms over his chest. "Perfect blackmail material."

"No Hodgy," Ange whispered, moving in and locking her arm with his. "They look so cute together."

"Aw," Cam uncharacteristically muttered, before looking over and sharing a small laugh with the others. "Oh come on, I can be a hopeless romantic too."

Angela slid out her phone and crept over to one of the chairs facing the couch; settling down and crossing her legs. She took a quick picture of the two before she settled back and placed her laced fingers around her knee, looking to the others and motioning to the other chairs. "Well, we aren't letting them get away with this are we?"

"I'm in," Hodgins quickly said, moving a chair close to Angela and sitting down while Cam reluctantly followed.

"How long is it going to take before one of them wakes up?" Hodgins asked, looking to Angela before turning his eyes to Cam.

"Bren can sleep like a rock is she really wants to, and the poor thing hasn't slept well in days."

"Booth will probably hear us soon," Cam added. "A mouse moving in a wall could wake him up."

As if on command, Booth shifted on the couch; his arms tightening around Brennan as he buried his nose momentarily in her hair before he cracked an eye open and glared mainly at the smiling, fiery eyed woman sitting in front of him.

"Good morning sunshine," Ange greeted, smiling and curling her fingers in a wave.

"What are you guys doing," Booth asked gruffly, running his hands over his face.

"I was wondering where my best friend was and when I stumbled on this AH-dorable scene, I couldn't pass up sitting here and watching."

"Shh," he hushed, running his fingers through Brennan's hair. "She is sleeping, so please keep it down. And frankly, sitting and watching us sleep is a little creepy."

"Would you expect anything else from me?"

"Hmm?" Brennan muttered, shifting against his chest and bringing her fingers to her eyes. "What's going on?"

"You fell asleep in your office sweetie," Ange answered, matching Booth's evil glare with a charm smile of her own.

Brennan peeked through her fingers and smiled, laughing softly before resettling herself against Booth's chest. "Good morning Angela."

"Morning babe. So are you going to tell me and my minions why you are so lovingly embraced in each other's arms?" Angela asked, smiling down her friend when she stood and reached for Booth's hand.

"Nope," Brennan answered truthfully, brushing her hair out of the way and sliding on her heels from yesterday. "But Cam, we're going to head back to our places to get cleaned up and we'll be back in about an hour, is that okay?"

"Of course. I'll call Cullen and warn him so he doesn't chew your ass out for coming in late," She offered, standing up and moving from Brennan's office and to her own.

"But...Brennan!" Angela screamed, standing up and holding her hands out questioningly. "What the hell?"

"Don't worry about it Angela," Brennan pushed off, grabbing Booth's jacket and throwing it over her arm.

"How can I not worry about it when you're all pressed up to Agent McStudly here?"

"Just, don't worry about it," the anthropologist said again, reaching out and intertwining her fingers with Booth's. "If you need to know anything Ange, I promise you'll be the first to know."

The couple left Angela standing in Brennan's office, mouth gaping, and shaking her head as her friend looked back at her and smiled, leaning up and gently kissing Booth's jaw before they completely disappeared from sight.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Ange growled, glancing down at her husband's smiling face.

"What? I was just enjoying the show," Hodgins teased, laughing as he stood and his arm burned when the artist's firm hand forcefully met his skin.


"What was all that about?" Booth asked the second they were both settled in his Sequoia.

"I don't know. I just think I want torture Ange a little bit before giving her what she's been pining for since day one," Brennan admitted, smiling at him and rubbing away the lasting sleep from her eyes.

He chuckled and reached over, taking her hand in his and passing his thumb against her skin. "So what do you want me to do? Drop you off at your apartment, go get dressed, then come pick you up and we can go to the diner for some breakfast?"

"That sounds perfect," she muttered, looking at him and smiling.

"You're still tired aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Hey beautiful," Booth called at the older southern woman as they entered the diner, hand in hand.

"Hey Seeley, Temperance. How are my lovelies doing today?" Mama asked, brushing some of her long, curly, red hair behind her shoulder. "The usual?"

"You know it, and I have to say both of us are just wonderful," Booth said, bringing their intertwined hands close to his heart; pulling Brennan closer to his side. "What would you say Bones?"

"I think wonderful sums it up perfectly," she answered, her chin resting on his shoulder gently as he leaned over and placed a loving kiss to her temple.

"Sherrie!" Mama called to the back "Put on Seeley and Tempe's usual then I'm going to take my break."

"You got it Cher," Sherrie answered, expertly tossing delicious food across the stoves.

"Mama thinks you two have some things to share with this old girl," she stated, placing her hands on her apron covered hips, and looking over the couple clinically.

"You won't tell Angela, is it fair to tell Mama?" Booth asked, his lips moving close to her ear.

"I'm just out to get Ange. We can relay the news to Mama, that'll be no problem," Brennan assured, smiling at him and closing her eyes on a content sigh when his lips pressed against her forehead, and his arms wrapped tight around her body.

"I have to say that I saw this coming the second I saw you with that pretty little blonde girl," Mama muttered, sitting back and crossing her arms. "But I would never pin you as the jealous type Temperance."

"Me either," Booth teased, leaning forward on his elbows as she wrapped her hands around his arm.

"I'm not really. I didn't do much besides self destruct and that was my own direct problem not yours," she answered, brushing her fingers up and down the pressed material of his suit while smiling softly.

"I can see that. You sugar are just too thin. I'll have Mama fix you up some delicious, filling vegetarian recipes I looked up especially for you doll."

"Just take into account I have to be standing over a skeleton for the next three hours," the anthropologist called, smiling and sharing a gentle laugh with the caring waitress before she turned her attention back to her partner, resting her chin against his shoulder.

"What's up Bones?" he asked softly, smiling and resting his head against hers. "I never pictured you the kind of woman to hang onto her man."

"I'm usually not, but of course I've never really been in a relationship like this before," she confessed, smiling and biting her lip. "The only men I've ever been with or dated was just, impulse ensued. I've never dated someone I've gotten to know first."

"And you trust me?"

"I trust you," she assured, tightening her arms around his bicep and moving her lips to his cheek. "Will my life, with my heart, with everything."

He smiled and chuckled, shaking his head and moving his hand to hers. "Did you ever think it would turn out like this?"

"Not at all. Did you?"

"Nope, but I did have my fantasies."

"And compared to reality?"

"Reality is infinitely better," Booth assured, smiling and kissing her temple once more before Mama brought out what seemed to be a seven plate continental breakfast, disheartening the couple's appetite with a single glance.

"Please, stop me when I say I'm full," she asked, her eyes turning to his.

"As long as you give me the same liberty."

"Deal."


They went through their day normally, returning to the diner two more times before the sun set and they decided to talk a walk together; like usual, finding themselves at the Lincoln Memorial, but instead of sitting beside each other, Brennan sat on the step below the step Booth sat on, and reclined against his chest.

His arms circled her tightly, and he jumped when she started skimming her fingers over his arm.

"Ticklish?" she asked with a smile, barely touching his skin as she ran her fingers over his arm again.

"No you just scared me," he argued, smiling when she nodded slowly.

"Sure," she relented at first, before she arched her fingers over his knee and squeezed, laughing when he jumped and grabbed both of her wrists.

"Quit that woman," Booth teasingly growled, nipping at her neck as he wrapped his arms tight around her, pinning her limbs to her chest.

Her laugh floated through the air, and she wiggled in his arms, smiling wildly as he settled his cheek against the top of her head, and moved his hands to lace with hers. "Why are you smiling," Booth asked quietly, kissing the top of her head before returning his cheek to her hair.

"I just…I feel good about this," Brennan answered, leaning back and looking up at him.

"And why exactly do you feel good about this? We are only one day in Bones."

"I can't really explain it," she whispered, reaching her arm around him and running her fingers leisurely through his hair. "I just…feel like this is going somewhere."

"Oh that's so not fair," he muttered, shaking his head before meeting her gaze and laughing, bringing the tips of his fingers to touch the underside of her chin until their lips closed together softly.