The Twist in the Trawler (BB, Angst, K+)

I hope you all enjoy this story. It was one of my favorites.

Chapter 1
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Temperance stood, her hands on her hips, her posture revealing uncertainty. On the couch in front of her sat a boy of six with blond hair and a serious expression. In his hands, he tapped away on a Nintendo DS. His thumbs moved quickly.

"How often do children your age eat? Every four hours, right?"

The boy shrugged, "I dunno." His eyes never left the toy in his hands.

"Would you like to eat?"

"I guess."

"What do you like to eat?" Temperance's face was scrunched with concern. "Do you like sushi?"

"What's sushi?" asked Parker. His eyes returned to the DS. "Oooh!" He threw his head back in anger.

"What? What's wrong?" Bones looked concerned.

"The wizard blocked my spell. It rebounded and killed me."

Bones sat beside Parker. "How about risotto? A nice spinach salad with chicken and broccoli?"

Parker scrunched his nose, "What about macaroni and cheese?"

Bones got up and walked to the kitchen. She looked in the refrigerator and moved things around to see what was hidden behind cartons and containers. "I'm sorry, Parker. I don't see Gouda or Mozzarella... I guess I could substitute Gruyère for Gouda..." Bones knelt down to look lower in the refrigerator. "I suppose I could get creative..." she spoke to herself. Then she spoke louder for Parker to hear, "Do you know if your dad happens to have Roquefort, Gorgonzola... Camembert... cheddar, even?"

"What?" asked Parker.

Bones pulled her cell phone out of her pocket.

"Booth." replied her partner on the other line. "Hey, Bones. I was just about to call and check on Parker."

"He's doing fine. When do you get back?"

"My plane leaves in an hour. Hey, thanks for watching Parker today. Rebecca couldn't get the day off."

"No problem," she replied.

Booth could hear the distress in Brennan's voice, "What's wrong?"

Bones turned the corner so she was out of Parker's ear shot. "Parker wants macaroni and cheese," she whispered.

"So make him some."

"I can't just whip it up, Booth."

Booth looked confused as he replied, "Why not?"

"You have nothing but a little bit of pre-sliced sandwich cheese. I couldn't find any Gouda, Gruyère, Mozzarella, Camember--"

"Bones, Bones!" Booth cut in.

"What?" she whispered.

"Open up the cupboard next to the fridge." Bones opened the cupboard. "Do you see the blue box that says 'Mac N Cheese'?"

"Yes."

"Follow the directions on that box. You should be fine." Booth's phone began to beep. "Look, Bones, I've gotta go. Cullen's on the other line."

The phone clicked. For a moment, Temperance stared at the phone, then she stared at the box. She opened it up and took out the little packet. She ripped it open cautiously, then sniffed it. Bones began coughing uncontrollably.

"Are you ok?" Parker shouted.

"A-heh, A-heh, yeah, A-heh..." she choked out.

Brennan coughed on the powdered cheese dust. Her eyes were full of tears. She wiped them away and saw Parker standing in front of her.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

Bones nodded, looked at the packet of "cheese" and tossed it in the trash. "That can't be healthy," she muttered. "How about... Thai Food?" she smiled.

"Sure." Parker replied.

Chapter 2
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Night fell and Temperance had fallen asleep on Booth's bed. The sheet was tucked around her body as she slept soundly. The alarm clock next to the bed flashed 3:14--3:14--3:14...

Booth had come in quietly, careful not to disturb either of the people in the house. He expected to find Temperance asleep on the couch, but instead it was empty and the living room was still.

In the bedroom, he found Temperance asleep on the right side of the bed. That was his side, he thought as he came over to the bedside. He knelt down so his face was close to hers. He noted how her silky hair rippled over her arm and how the moonlight cast shadows of her eyelashes across her face. He laid his hand on her shoulder, careful not to scare her.

He thought about waking her, but instead realized how peaceful she was. He tiptoed out of the bedroom and found his way to the couch.

Chapter 3
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The sunshine in her face woke her. Brennan woke up and rubbed her eyes. Looking at the clock beside the bed, she saw that it was 8:37. For a moment, she looked around the room trying to figure out where she was. The room was smaller than hers, the sheets were black... there was a photograph of a man holding a basketball on the wall across from her. Realizing what day it was, Bones jumped out of bed.

"Noooo! It's Friday!" she yelled. Mostly to herself, but in the other room, Booth jumped out of bed and ran into the bedroom. Standing in a pair of black underwear, he threw open the door.

"Bones! What's wrong?"

Hardly noting Booth's lack of adornment, Bones struggled put her jeans on in her hurry. "Booth, we slept in!" Booth, who stood awkwardly as he watched Bones... trying not to watch out of respect, but trying not to NOT watch at the same time, fumbled with the watch on his right hand. Bones threw a green jacket on that lay across a chair.

Bones stopped and looked at Booth as if to say, "Aren't you going to do something?" Booth ran to the closet and pulled out a suit which he tossed on the bed. He floundered to put his slacks on.

"Why didn't you wake me?" she yelled.

"Shhh!" he whispered back.

"What?"

"Parker. He's still asleep." He glanced at the clock and saw the time. "Shhhhh*t!" he cursed. "Rebecca's going to be here any moment to pick up Parker for school!"

The doorbell rang. Booth, with just a pair of trousers on and Bones... fully dressed, but with her hair unkempt, froze.

"What do we do...?" Bones asked.

"Just stay here." Booth ran out of the room. He flew to the door and opened it.

Breathing heavily, he greeted his ex, "Rebecca!"

"Seeley! She squeezed under Booth's arm and into the living room. "Where's Parker?"

"We slept in. I forgot to set the alarm clock. Sorry, Rebecca."

"Seeley! Now we're going to be late. I hope I'm not late for work. The prosecuting attorney has been..." she saw a woman's handbag on the table next to the couch, "riding... me..." She looked up at Seeley and smiled widely, "Do you have a woman over?"

Seeley paused, trying to come up with good story. It seemed that nothing was more convincing than the truth. "Uhhh... yeah."

"Really?" she smiled. "Who is she?"

Parker came out of the bedroom. He was clothed, but his hair needed combed and his face needed washed. Rebecca inspected him. "I'm just going to--" she gestured to the bathroom and led Parker down the hallway.

Booth nervously hovered over Rebecca and Parker. Rebecca bent over, washed Parker's face, and brushed his hair. "That'll have to do, I guess." She stood up and smiled at Booth. "I guess I better go." Parker and Rebecca walked outside. Rebecca adjusted the purse over her shoulder, smiled at Booth, then left.

Booth let out a sigh of relief once the door shut. Bones poked her head out of the room and walked quickly into the living room. She picked up her purse and put it over her shoulder. "That... was close." Booth breathed.

Bones smiled, "Yes... because that would have been awkward."

"Really awkward." Standing next to each other, they said nothing.

"Um, I... I better go. Cam's probably wondering where I've gone off to."

The door opened and Rebecca came in, "Sorry, I forgot to grab Parker's... bag." She froze. Booth, shirtless, and Bones with her hair unbrushed, stood inside the door. Rebecca's eyes leaped from Booth's face to Brennan's face and back. "Uh... I'll come back for it." She rambled, then shut the door. Standing outside of the door, Rebecca thought for a moment, shook her head, then jogged down to her car.

Chapter 4
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Booth and Temperance walked through the shipyard. The strong scent of fish and seawater hung in the air.

Brennan leaned close to Booth, “I hope that Rebecca didn’t think—“

“Oh she thought,” nodded Booth.

“Look, Booth, I’m sorry…”

“No,” Booth shook his head. “Don’t’ worry about it. It’s none of her business anyway who I date or who I—“

“But we’re not—“

“Same difference, Bones. Same difference.”

A large bald man wearing yellow rubber overalls led the way. He stopped at an old fishing trawler.

“Constance,” read Booth, as he saw the name of the vessel.

“This is as far as I go. It’s up there,” nodded the man. Bones climbed aboard the Constance and Booth followed. Bones walked up to the large opening on the deck of the ship. Inside, a nearly completely decomposed body lay among flopping fish.

Booth covered his nose and took a few steps back. “You’d think the smell of a million dead fish would cover that scent.”

“It’s not a million, Booth,” she corrected. “Maybe a few hundred thousand.” Bones looked up, located the captain of the Constance and yelled, “Is there any chance you fished the body out of the ocean?”

“It's possible, but,” Captain Sorensen yelled back. “I think my crew would’ve noticed.”

“That’s when you know you need to lay off the sea food,” laughed Booth. Bones looked up with a serious expression. “Sorry. Poorly placed joke, there. Can you tell anything?”

Bones squatted beside the opening. She rested her gloved hand on the ground next to her knee. “ Male. Young. twenty-five to thirty years old. His rotator cuff and shoulders show signs of wear.” Bones looked up at Booth. “I think this man may have been a fisherman.”

Captain Sorensen, who had wandered to a spot beside Booth grumbled, "Now the whole pot is spoiled..."

A thick fog rolled in, making it hard for Booth to see his partner at just a few feet away. Leaning in, he asked, "What next?"

"I've got to get in there." she gestured toward the pit of fish.

"In... there?" Booth cocked his head confusedly. "You mean, in there?"

"Yes." Bones returned the look. She stood up, taking her gloves off and pushing them deep into her pocket. Several FBI agents and squints swarmed the decks of the Constance taking photographs and taping off the boardwalk. Bones started to push her way through the crowd. She stepped onto the deck and began walking towards land.

"What are you up to, now?" Booth asked as he followed Bones.

As they walked, Bones grabbed a random agent's arm, "Don't touch my body," she warned.

The agent looked a little confused, a little frightened, but overall he looked amused.

"I don't want anybody to compromise my remains. Don't touch my body!" Bones continued her long march to her forensic lab on wheels, a large blue van parked a few hundred yards off shore.

Booth leaned into the young agent's ear and whispered, "You should listen to her." He then jogged after Bones, "Uh... Bones," he began. "I think we should talk about using that particular phrase..."

"What? Compromising my remains? You know I don't like people touching my bodies."

"That's the phrase," he muttered. "Listen, saying to people, 'Don't touch my body' can mean other things."

Bones stopped and turned around. Booth stopped, too. "Like what? What other things?"

She turned and began her quick step to the van.

"Like... don't touch your body, Bones. Rated R things... X, really."

"My body? Like MY body?"

"Yes! Now you get it!" Booth exhaled.

"Then maybe I should say it more often!" Bones declared. She smiled at Booth over her shoulder as they finally reached the van. The doors were open and she sat on the edge.

The fog rolled away and the sun began to shine again. Sitting down, Dr. Brennan removed her black stiletto boots and jacket.

Booth started to feel uneasy, "Should I...?" He made a circle with his index finger, as if to ask if he should turn.

"No," Bones smiled. Behind the seat, Bones took out a navy blue full body jumper. She slid into it and zipped it up, then pulled the gum boots over her feet. Pulling her hair back into a pony tail she asked, "Do I have a way into the holding tank? Rope?"

Booth took out his cell and walked around out of Brennan's sight. Bones began to collect things in the van that she would need: viles, plastic bags, rubber gloves. She turned around to face her partner once again. "That was fast!" she declared.

"Davis said he'd have a harness and rope in ten minutes."

Temperance stood up and placed the evidence bags and gloves into her pockets. "Shall we?"

Dr. Temperance Brennan, with a harness on and a black baseball cap on her head to keep her hair out of her face... and therefore out of the water, was lowered slowly into the holding tank of the fishing trawler known as the Constance. Brennan could see the face of her partner several feet above her. He looked down with a concerned look, watching her every move, protecting her, keeping the rope taut and straight.

"Lower!" Temperance shouted. "Lower!"

At last her feet came hit firm ground at the bottom of the holding tank. Water and dead fish... some still flapping about, their gills pulsating for breath... came up to just under her ribcage.

"Booth!" she yelled up to her partner.

"What? Bones! What's wrong?" he yelled down.

"I think I just became a vegetarian again!" Bones made a swimming motion with her arms to push fish out of her way. Trudging slowly toward the body, she let her thoughts wander to the night before with Parker. "Kids should come with instruction manuals." She thought. Then she thought of Booth in his black briefs. "That answers the age old question..." she laughed to herself.

Finally, she came to a stop at the body. The body was clearly male. Quietly, she examined the body, carefully removing fish for a clearer view as her examination moved southward.

"Can you tell anything?" asked Booth, his voice echoing inside the large metal cave.

"Male!" Bones shouted back. "Like I said earlier: twenties, good muscle tone, he was very active, lots of upper body strength and wear in the shoulders!" Bones looked closer to the victim's body which was covered in pitted grooves and marks. "It looks as if the sea life have been feeding on the victim. There appears to be thousands of little bite marks."

Above, on the deck, Booth turned to Captain Sorensen who also watched as Dr. Brennan did her examination. "Do you store the fish on board while still alive... by any chance?" Booth asked the captain.

"Yep," he returned. "They store down below 'til we get them to land. That's why they're all dead like that." He motioned to the dying fish below deck. "They ain't meant to stay 'live that long..."

"Oh, great, I know where this is headed!" Booth groaned. He closed his eyes and rubbed them with his right hand. He was exhausted. He didn't get much sleep that night. His flight was delayed three hours, then it wasn't like he had a very gentle wakeup call.

"Booth!" Booth poked his head over the hole and made eye contact with his partner. "We need eight to twelve large crates, a few hundred bags of ice, a body bag, and I'd like to transport all of the water as well."

"Yeah!" Booth replied. It was going to be a very long day.

"She ain't squeamish, is she?" Captain Sorensen chuckled.

"You don't know the half of it!" Booth sighed.

Chapter 5
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It wasn't until 4 PM when Bones finally made her way to the van. Booth followed closely behind. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes. "Bones, I'm heading home. I've got Parker for the night again."

Temperance sat on the floor of the van and slowly took her gum boots off. "Ok. I'll see you later?"

"Of course." Booth took a few steps, then turned around and watched his partner sitting solitarily on the edge of the van. She stood and unzipped her jumper. Then she took off her hat and pulled her hair out of the pony tail, letting it ripple over her shoulders. "You ok, Bones?"

Bones, barefoot and in a tank top and jeans, sat back down on the edge of the van. "Yeah," she replied and smiled. "I've got to get home. I smell like fish." She laughed and reached for one of her stiletto boots. She looked back up, half expecting to see Booth walking away, but he still stood there looking at Temperance. Brennan smiled, "What?"

"I hate seeing you going home alone, Bones. You know... all alone..." Booth suddenly felt uncomfortable and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. "You know, because then you'll be... alone."

Temperance laughed and brushed her hair out of her face. "I'll be fine, Booth. I won't be alone."

Booth's eyes grew a little larger... but just a little bit... not so large that they revealed his surprise, but larger nonetheless. "Uh... nah-not alone?" He thought, "Did I hear that correctly?"

Despite trying to hide the surprise in his voice, Bones heard it and stood to her feet. "Yeah, I'm not alone, Booth." Bones looked at her watch, "Shouldn't you go get Parker?"

"Uh... uh, yeah. I should go." Booth looked at his watch, then back up to his smiling partner. "I'll see you tomorrow, then?"

Bones was putting her jacket on when she shook her head and replied, "No. Cam, Hodgins, Angela and my grad students are going to take over the case for tomorrow. I have the day off." She smiled broadly, closed the van door, and walked closer to Booth.

"I... I see." Booth stumbled over his words.

Temperance may have been naive at times, but she knew this was bothering Booth. She smiled at the thought of Booth having a problem with her dating. She knew where his thoughts were. "The case won't be solved in a day, Booth."

Booth rested his hands on his hips, then rubbed his neck with his right hand as he spoke, "What are you going to do all day? I mean... it isn't like you to take a day off, Bones." Booth remembered Temperance's last vacation... with Sully.

Opening the van door and taking a seat in the driver's side seat Bones replied playfully, "I don't know... I was thinking about staying in bed all day..." Booth gulped. "watching old movies... In the meantime, I'm going home and taking a shower."

Chapter 5
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Dr. Brennan was sitting on her sofa. She sat cross legged in a silky pair pink pajamas. Her hair was pulled in a messy bun on the back of her head. The television's volume was turned down, but Breakfast at Tiffany's was on the screen. Audrey Hepburn walked lightly through the streets of New York in her black and white ensemble.

Surrounded by paperwork and notes, Temperance read through files studiously. Jotting down notes on one file, then double checking on another.

Brennan heard a knock at a door, but thought it was Holly Golightly and not Booth. Booth knocked again. He stood nervously on the other side of the door.

Temperance finally looked up. Realizing it was her door and not Holly, she leaped to her feet. She peaked through the eye-hole on her door before opening the door to only a crack.

"What are you doing here, Booth?" Brennan asked.

Booth's eyes searched the background over Brennan's head before answering, "I brought Thai Food." He smiled.

"What's with you and Thai Food?"

"Better than Chinese." He scanned the background once again.

"Do you... want in?" Brennan asked.

"If you insist." Booth pushed his way inside. He saw the pile of papers. The movie on the television. He scanned the floors and coat hanger for signs of any other guest that might be in the room.

"Why are you here?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"I was about to ask you the same thing," he replied suspiciously.

"What are you saying, Booth?"

"You told me you wouldn't be alone. And lo and behold--" he threw his arms in the air. "you're alone!"

"No I'm not. You're here." Bones made her way to the couch and sat down.

"You know that's not what I mean." He walked to Brennan's kitchen, walked straight to the utensil drawer--a drawer he had seen many times before, and pulled out two sets of chopsticks.

"Correction," said Bones. "I told you I wouldn't be alone ALL DAY."

Booth grew uncomfortable. He thought he had caught Brennan in a lie, but now he was wrong. "I, uh... what do you mean by ALL DAY?" he asked.

"Nothing. Nothing you'd want to know about." she answered.

"No, no. It's something I want to know about." He took a seat next to Brennan on the couch. Bones began collecting papers and piling them neatly on the coffee table. "Trust me."

Booth put his hand gently on Brennan's knee, "Maybe you should start trusting ME for a change. We're partners, remember?"

"Partners shouldn't share everything. Trust me." Brennan answered.

Chapter 6
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"Trust me..." Brennan said as she sat beside her partner. "You don't want to know. Take my word for it." A smile grew on her lips as if she was hiding something.

Booth took a box of Thai food from the table and fished out a few noodles with his chop sticks. He took a bite. With food in his mouth, he replied, "Sure I do... we're partners. TELL ME."

Seriously, she replied, "If you MUST know..."

"I must."

"If you MUST know..." she paused. "I was at the gynecologist today."

The food that was in Booth's mouth rolled back out and into the little cardboard box in his hand. "Oh G*d..."

"What?" Brennan laughed.

"Please... no!" Booth begged.

"What? I am a woman. I have a vagina, cervix, uterus..."

"Look.... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have pushed you--"

"Women are recommended to have one pap smear each year to prevent cancers in the--"

"Lady Parts?"

"If that makes you feel better, I'll say Lady Parts. I took the day off because it makes me cramp all day."

"Oh COME ONNNNNNNNNNN!" Booth stood up. "I'm suddenly feeling very uncomfortable and... uh, foolish."

Brennan laughed and stood very closely to Booth. "You have man parts, right? Testicles, Penis--"

Booth promptly put the box back on the coffee table. "I've lost my appetite." Temperance laughed. "You said you weren't alone?"

"I never clarified any more than that. I haven't been alone all day, technically." she gestured to the television, "Besides, Holly has been keeping me company."

"I thought you didn't watch television?"

"Just old movies every once in a while."

"Is this what you do on your days off?"

"I guess... I don't have that many days off. I like my work."

Booth just looked thoughtfully at the woman in front of him for a while. "Come with me." He reached forward and grabbed Temperance's wrist. He was careful to 'accidentally' put one or two of his fingers into the palm of her hand.

"What are you up to?"

"You'll see."

Chapter 7
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Temperance Brennan shivered and wrapped a scarf around her neck. "I've never been fond of cold weather."

"This isn't weather." Booth corrected.

"Same difference," Brennan smiled.

Booth leaned over and laced a skate, then laced the skate on his other foot.

"I don't think I'm going to be very good at this." Brennan warned. "I was never even able to skate on those four wheeled roller skates. I have no balance."

Booth looked at Brennan who sat beside him. "You should give it a shot. Besides, I'm here. I'll show you how to ice skate."

Brennan smiled down at her skates. "I... I don't know what I'm doing."

"I do." Booth knelt down at Brennan's feet and laced up her skates. He then stood up and held out his hand. Brennan reached out and held his hand. He pulled her to a stand.

"Come on..." he said and flashed his charm smile.

Brennan walked with an unsure gate towards the ice. Booth took a step onto the ice. Brennan held tight to his hand and wobbled.

"Don't be afraid," he said.

The pair skated slowly onto the ice. "I didn't know you could skate, Booth."

"Hock-eeeeeeeeeeeeeey." he smiled.

"Oh."

"What?"

"I don't know... I guess I always thought of ice skating with women in tight spandex sparkly leotards on."

"Figure skating? That's figure skating. This is hockey skating."

Booth let go of Brennan's hand and showed off his stuff. He skated in circles around her. Brennan wobbled and laughed as she watched Booth. "I don't know... I can't do that."

"Lots of practice, Bones." He smiled.

Chapter 8
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Seeley skated up to Brennan, who hadn't moved at all, for fear of falling on her behind.

"I can't skate, Booth."

"Trust me?" he smiled. He knew she wouldn't be able to resist his charm smile.

"Fine."

Booth held out both of his hands. At first Brennan hesitated, but then held out her hands for Booth to hold. Where could she go wrong? She had gone spelunking in Western Chinese caves, she's sky dived over Brazil's capital city... this was simply learning a new skill. Despite justifying that, her heart beat loudly in her chest as Booth's hands held hers.

Seeley started skating backwards and led Brennan. Temperance laughed.

"What?" Booth asked.

"I'm just surprised."

Booth smiled, wanting her to explain.

"I haven't fallen on my butt yet! And..."

"And what?"

"I'm having a good time," Temperance smiled.

"Me, too." Booth smiled back.

Time stood still.

Chapter 9
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Booth leaned in. Temperance looked up. She had decided to throw caution to the wind for once in her life. For once in her life, she decided to see what would happen if she made a mistake. A wonderful mistake. The consequences could wait for tomorrow.

Seeley's lips touched Temperance's and finally they kissed. A real kiss. Not a mistletoe kiss. Although there was passion in the mistletoe kiss, they easily wrote it off. Nobody could explain away this.

Seeley was still holding Temperance's hands. They were there on the ice. Alone. Nobody was there except Temperance and Seeley.

Temperance, for just a second, forgot where she was. Her skate slipped beneath her and she fell to the ice. Booth tumbled after her.

"Oh!" Booth moaned and flopped dramatically on the ice. "My butt!"

Temperance laughed. "Your butt? MY butt!"

The phone rang and Booth reached for his back pocket. His face scrunched.

"What?" Brennan asked.

"Screen's cracked."

Brennan just laughed.

The ring was irregular and squeaking. "Sounds like a cat dying." Booth said. He slid his razor phone open and answered, "Booth."

Brennan laughed. "A cat?"

"Hi Cam." Booth answered.

"Is that Dr. Brennan? I was under the impression that she was ill when she took the day off."

Booth shushed Brennan.

"What? Who is it?" Brennan asked laughingly.

Booth covered the receiver, "Cam!"

Brennan covered her mouth, "Ooops!"

"I, uh, I came over to cheer Bones up. What's up?"

"I think since Dr. Brennan is obviously feeling better, then you two should come here as soon as possible. I have something you two have got to see to believe."

Booth hung up.

"What?" Brennan could see that the news was not that great.

"There's another body."

Chapter 10
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Temperance Brennan marched towards the front doors of the Jeffersonian. "I shouldn't have taken the day off."

"Why?" Booth shouted after her.

"Look! Don't you see what I've done?"

"You've done nothing, Bones."

Bones stopped shortly before entering the building. Booth walked up to her. "You've done nothing." He assured her.

"If I hadn't taken the day off, then whoever this second victim is would still be alive. It's my fault."

Bones came into the lab. At least fifteen people were standing on the platform, leaning over two bodies.

Cam looked up and saw Booth and Brennan enter the room. She waved. Booth nodded in her direction.

Hodgins ran up with a huge grin on his face. "Tuna, anyone?"

"What?" Booth asked.

Brennan scrunched her nose, "Yuck. No thanks!" The whole of the Forensics Lab at the Jeffersonian reaked of fish.

"I don't think I'll eat fish for a year." Booth groaned.

Hodgins held up a tuna that had been hiding behind his back. "Thunnus obesus," Hodgins explained.

"Then go on a diet." Booth answered sarcastically, then patted Hodgins' shoulder and walked past him.

"Very funny. It's what this is called. It's tuna."

"Why are you telling me this? Do I care?"

"It's where the second body was found."

"In....a tuna?" Booth raised his eye brow.

"No... in a tuna processing plant. Twenty miles north of here."

Bones had already stepped onto the platform. She inspected the new body. "Similar build to the other victim. Also wear in the joints of the knees and ankles. Possibly... a runner? A dancer?"

"A dancer?" Booth laughed.

Bones looked up. "Men dance."

"Not real men."

"What do you call a real man?" she asked. "Someone with a gun and badge?" Bones smiled, trying to harass him.

"Someone who doesn't wear spandex."

"Like a football player?" Bones smiled.

"Oh... she's got you there!" Angela pointed out.

Booth looked annoyed. "Football players don't where spandex--"

"They wear spandex pants. What's more girly than spandex?"

"We have a lot of conversations about spandex. And they're pants. They're streamlined so it's easier for them to run. Spandex just happens to be the optimum material for that."

"Moving on..." Cam butted in.

Brennan lifted the hand. It was much fleshier than the other body. "There seems to be something scored into the hand. Some sort of writing with a sharp instrument such as a knife. Angela, could you take pictures of the hand and scan it into your computer? Also, could you scan the X-Rays of Victim A's hand into the computer for comparison."

Angela started working on what she was told.

Cam leaned close to Booth and Bones. "I hope I didn't disturb anything."

Booth knew what she was up to. "Yeah right." He thought.

"You didn't disturb anything." Bones replied. Her eyes never wavered from the body in front of her.

Chapter 11
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Brennan and Angela were walking through the halls of the Jeffersonian. Brennan was talking about technical things. Angela wasn't listening. She was trying to figure out what was different about her friend. She seemed happier. At the same time... there was the mystery of the day off. She told everyone that she was taking the day off because she was sick. Then after Cam got off the phone with Booth, she spilled the beans about Bones laughing in the background.

"Something's up." Angela stated.

"I don't know what you mean, Ange." Brennan said.

"What did you do on your day off? You weren't sick. I know that much."

"It's private information."

Angela nodded... convinced at first, but later she realized she was not convinced. "No... that's not it."

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't have the day off because you were sick. You had the day off because you wanted to stay home and play house with Booth."

Brennan rolled her eyes. "Not quite, Ange. Listen, I need the reports for Victim A in the fish case. Have you compared markings on the hands, yet?"

"My computer's rendering as we speak. If you didn't play house, then did you play doctor?"

Temperance laughed. "No. I had a doctor's appointment."

"...with Booth?"

"With my OB/GYN."

"This is even kinkier than I thought..."

"Then I went home and watched movies."

"With Booth."

"Then Booth came over with Thai Food."

"So let me get this straight. You played doctor, then you brought in a few films and food?" Angela's imagination was moving faster than Brennan could get the words out. "Nasty!"

"Then Booth took me ice skating."

"Sounds like a nice date. Did you guys go home afterwards?"

"Ange!"

"I taught you well, Bren!"

Brennan just rolled her eyes. There was no arguing with Angela when she got this way.

Chapter 12
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"Bones! I've got a lead!" Booth yelled from across the Jeffersonian. He scanned his ID then hopped onto the platform.

Brennan looked up from her work. It was late in the evening and she was still working, as if she was punishing herself for not working all the day before. She was blinking hard and squinting.

"I called Cam and she said you were still here. It's 11:30. Aren't you tired?"

"No." She blinked hard and fast, trying to moisten her dry eyes.

"You can hardly keep your eyes open."

Bones looked up, "Aren't you glad I stayed late? You'd have to wait until morning to tell me what you've got."

"Not true. I'd probably just swing by your place."

Brennan smiled. "What do you have, Booth?"

Booth held up a file.

"What's that?"

"A file."

"Duh."

"Sixteen months ago a family was crabbing off the coast of Delaware and they found a lot more than just Blue Crab."

"That's the Maryland State Crustacean."

"Random," Booth said sarcastically. He was used to Bones throwing up random facts mid-conversation. "Very random. Listen, stay on track--"

"I am on track. My mind can process several levels of conversation, Booth."

Booth shrugged. "I get it, you're smart. Listen, they found the body of a guy by the name of Carl Diller."

"And...?"

"And in his right hand somebody had taken a knife and scored the number 3."

"When did I tell you about the hands?"

"I have ears, Bones. Plus Cam told me."

"Cam?"

"She is my friend, Bones. I've known her for years."

"I know. Just saying..."

Chapter 13
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Later...

Angela walked by as Booth and Bones were talking about the case. She gave Brennan a wicked smile.

Booth caught that smile and threw it right back at her with an evil glare. Angela just laughed.

"I compared the wounds on the hand of Victim B to the wounds on the skeleton... and what was left of the tissue... of Victim A. They don't match, exactly."

"Angela, I need you to be more specific. What do you mean by 'They don't match, exactly'?"

"Hodgins looked at the wounds. He compared particulates that were found in the bone of Victim A and the tissue of Victim B. He found some sort of metal and they both match."

"What was the metal?"

"I don't know... he rattled off some sort of scientific mumbo jumbo, but the jist of it was that they both came from a small pocket knife-- You know the kind with the red thingy and all of the gizmo gadgets..." Angela made a motion as if she were taking out of all of the "gadgets" from a utility knife.

"Like a Swiss Army knife?" Booth asked.

"Isn't that what I just said?"

"Not exactly, Angela." Brennan laughed.

Not listening, Angela continued, "I love Hodgins, but he doesn't make sense to me half the time. I'm used to dating stupid guys." Angela smiled deviously, "You know the type, don't you, Booth?"

"Hey! I've dated smart women before. In fact I usually date lawyers."

"Yeah... BLONDES." Angela jested.

"Hair color has nothing to do with intelligence," Booth seethed.

"Yeah... right... just like breast size has nothing to do with it, either."

"Breast size doesn't--" Booth realized who he was talking to. "Just... never mind!"

Brennan had been listening the whole time. "Angela makes a valid point."

"What?" Booth was surprised.

"She makes a point. When have you ever dated somebody who was not a blond? And I can't recall a time when you've dated a woman with a higher IQ than you, either."

"Oops, she has you there." Angela loved spurring them on like this. It was a hobby, really. Not the kind of hobby that you can put on a shelf and show to your friends... more, the kind of hobby that, if done right, could mean hours upon hours of entertainment. "Where was Jack when you needed him most? He'd love this!" She thought.

"For your information, Bones, I like brunettes. In fact, I PREFER brunettes."

"Since when? I've never seen you dating brunettes." Bones blurted.

"I have a life, Bones. A PRIVATE life. You just can't stand it that you haven't been a part of it."

"What? I'm a part of it."

"My WORK life. Not my private life, Bones."

"You tell me about your private life."

"No I don't. That's why it's called a private life. It's private. PRIVATE which comes from the Latin meaning--I don't know--None of your business."

"That's not how "private" breaks down. Why do you like making up definitions? You know it drives me crazy. You like it. You like seeing me mad."

"Yup."

"You're impossible!"

"So are you."

"Aaaaack!"

"See if I take you skating again..."

"Guys, guys!" Angela broke in. "Do you want to be alone?"

"YES!"
"YES!"

They both agreed on one thing, at least.

Cam rounded the corner at about that moment. "I can hear you two across the lab. What's going on?"

Angela leaned in, "I'm not sure..."

Cam laughed, "Somebody hand me some popcorn and a soda. This could be good."

Hodgins heard the commotion as well and found the show. Booth and Bones were at each other's necks and Angela and Cam were taking bets.

"What's up, ladies?" he asked Angela and Cam as Booth and Bones bickered in the background.

"My money's on Bren. She's got a fiery-mean temper." Angela wagered.

"Mine's on Booth. He looks like a teddy bear, but he can be a real hard a$$ when he's mad." Cam reached into her pocket and pulled out a bag of M&Ms.

"Where'd you get those?" Hodgins asked.

"Consessions. Shh! I'm trying to listen."

Hodgins pulled up a seat. "Front row center, baby!"

"What about you? I've noticed you have a 'Type.'" Booth retorted.

"Of course I do. I'm a human being. I know what I look for in a mate."

"Well, obviously so do I."

"I thought you said you liked brunettes." Brennan pointed out.

"I do."

"But you date blondes."

"So? I changed my mind. Now I like brunettes." Booth said.

"What's going on here?" Hodgins whispered to Cam and Ange.

"I'm not sure... but I think Bren's annoyed that Booth likes blondes." Angela answered.

"She jealous?"

"Green eyed monster, babe."

"I think I missed something," Cam broke in, whispering so as to not disturb the entertainment. "Do they have something going on?"

"I think we all did. Give me one of those M&Ms." Hodgins reached into Cam's bag and grabbed a few candies.

"What about me? I'm a brunette." Temperance had come to the heart of the matter.

"And I like that."

"But I'm not a blonde."

"I couldn't see you as a blonde. I like you better as a brunette. It makes your eyes seem brighter."

"Really?"

"Yeah... Really... pretty."

Temperance smiled. "Thanks."

Cam leaned in and whispered to Hodgins and Ange, "So is this the part where they kiss?"

"You're welcome." Booth replied to Temperance. He put his hands in his pockets nervously. "Sorry for..."

"Yeah. I'm sorry, too. I guess I just..."

"Me, too."

"Do you have any more M&Ms?" Angela asked Cam.

"So... lunch?" Booth asked Bones.

"Sure. The diner?"

"Yeah." Booth replied.

"You all ate them!" Cam hissed.

Bones and Booth followed the voices. They realized they weren't alone.

Booth took charge of the situation before Bones could feel any embarrassment, "Hope you all enjoyed the show!" Then he turned to Bones, "Shall we?"

They walked together out the door.

Hodgins stood up and started clapping boisterously, "ENCORE! ENCORE!"

Cam and Angela stood up, following his lead, and whistled and cheered. "ENCORE!"

Chapter 14
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Bones was sitting at her computer, inputting all of the information from The Fish Case, as it had come to be known. Another late night had come and she was alone at the Jeffersonian. Cam had just walked out and turned down most of the lights on her way out.

Booth knew just where to find his partner. "Bones?"

Temperance looked up to see Booth's familiar face. "Hey, Booth. How'd you know I'd be here?"

Booth walked in and smiled at her. "I know you, Bones. I know there's nowhere else in the world you'd rather be at 12:30 in the morning."

"Is it that late already?"

"Yup."

"Why aren't you in bed?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"Me, neither." Temperance sighed and leaned back in her chair.

"Any new news on the Fish Case?"

"Victim A has the number 2 scored in his right palm. Victim B has has the number 5 scored into his right hand. It appears that the killer is numbering his victims as the numbers also correspond with the time of death of each of the victims."

"Then there are probably other bodies out there."

"Most likely."

"The other day when you said it was your fault..."

Temperance smiled thoughtfully, "I know..."

"You take things too hard sometimes, Bones."

"I try to compartmentalize, but sometimes it fails me."

"No, Bones. You're human. We all do that at times." Booth reached into his pocket and pulled out a note pad. He looked at it, then looked at Bones. "I think I know where to go next."

"Where?"

"The detective who was in charge of the Carl Diller Case is here in D.C. and working as a police officer. I was thinking we could talk to him."

"That's a logical thing to do." Temperance's thoughts seemed to be somewhere else during the whole of their conversation. She was wondering why Booth hadn't mentioned their kiss on the ice in the past three days. Perhaps he was afraid or didn't feel anything? The most logical reason, though, was that he thought it was a mistake and remembered the events after Epps poisoned Cam. Perhaps he cares for her so much that he doesn't want her to be hurt. Partnership was probably the closest they would ever get in their relationship. It was frustrating to her. But she cared for Seeley Booth and didn't want to push him.

"I'll see you tomorrow at ten. We'll go talk to the detective and then grab some lunch."

"OK. Goodnight, Booth."

Booth started walking to the door, then turned around. "I'll wait for you... walk you to your car."

Bones smiled. "Let me grab my things."