He walked into the room and sighed inwardly as he looked her up and down. Not again,he thought to himself. He didn't know when it had started happening. In fact he probably wouldn't have noticed it at all if it wasn't for the quiet sniggers they got when he walked her past the water cooler in the FBI buildings. It hadn't taken him too much probing when she wasn't around to figure out what it had been about.

It has to be subconscious. I mean it couldn't be a conscience thing right? That would just be . . . weird. It wasn't like he was going to ring her every morning to find out, was it? Or have a rotation that matched hers exactly. It was all too domestic. But then again even "romantic" couples didn't do it. How do we do it? Why do we do it? Sweets would have a FIELD DAY if he noticed.

"Booth? Booth?" Booth's inner monologue was broken as Temperance Brennan waved her fingers in front of his face. "Come on, wake up, we have work to do."

"Yeah yeah Bones, I'm coming, jeez" he retorted, using his hand to guide her out of the lab as he always did. But inwardly he sighed again as he pictured other people looking at them, noticing her blood red top and necklace, with a simple black skirt and boots. And then doing a double take as they took in Booth beside her, in a black suit, white shirt and blood red tie.

Matching dress. Again.