Another murder, another case and another reason to spend every waking second with the prettiest woman he had ever met. Sure other women had the looks but the woman before him was a full package. She was a genius, the body of an angel and had a heart of gold. He couldn't have asked for more, well that is if he ever asked her out.

It had been one thousand five hundred and sixty two days since the day he fell in love with her and he knew eventually he would cross that line and declare what everyone had always known. Well everyone except the woman before him. She may be able to ramble off countless scientific facts in her sleep but the woman knew nothing, absolutely nothing, about love.

Plus who was counting, really?

With a glance down at his watch and a sigh, he knew the answer to that. He was. He always had been, counting down the days until she was his.

Would one more day really matter?

"So are you ready to go to another grisly crime scene?" Booth smiled, slapping a folder down on her desk. "No body bits, just like you like them." He chuckled lightly.

Little did she know it was at the bottom of a pit covered in garbage but he would leave that little known fact for the car ride there. She couldn't refuse to go stuck in a car with him, an hour away from D.C now could she? Well she could and she had… but flowers… yeah that would do the trick. She couldn't deny him if he had flowers and coffee. Crap, he forgot her coffee. So maybe just the flowers.

"Nope." Her tone was monotonic as she shifted lightly and resumed her typing. His head jerked up in sudden amazement. Maybe she just needed time to get ready, yeah that was it… it had to be.

"Well you better get ready then. It is at least a two hour drive if we don't hit traffic." He stepped around the desk, humbly slinking around her chair, "And if you're lucky I might even through in breakfast. Now come on…" He turned and placed his hand on her shoulder, just as she minimized her screen, "Working on a new novel?"

"Yes now if you would excuse me…" She looked up at him and glared, "I would like it if you would shut your door on the way out."

"Oh come on… don't be like that." He slumped, quickly drawing his hand back with a sigh. What in the world was she so mad at him for? They even had breakfast yesterday and they never had breakfast on Sunday… uh no… was it something he said… or did? "It's about breakfast yesterday isn't it?"

He quickly retreated to the other side of the table and began pacing.

"How was I to know that Parker was going to steal your last pancake…" He quickly glanced up, running his hand through his hair and tugging at the ends nervously, "I will buy you as many pancakes as you wish now please can we go now?"

"I am not in any need of pancakes nor will that provide a reason to leave this office." She coldly retorted, trying to suppress the smile tugging at her heart. He looked so cute when he was flustered.

"What do you want? What do I need to do to make it right?" He stopped his pacing and glared. This woman was being beyond unbearable and for what? He knew he had screwed up worse in the past and a case always brought her around but now his one way to get her to smile again was failing miserably. 'Abort! Abort!' his mind screamed but his heart knew this woman better than anyone and he knew if he prodded long enough she would come around… or at least horribly disfigure him. He was willing to take that risk.

"I want to resume my writing which means you need to leave this office and give me peace." She tapped on her table in frustration.

"What if he apologizes?" He cringed at the thought of pulling Parker out of class just to have him apologize for something they had all laughed about mere hours ago. She even had cut the pancake up for him. This lady was nuts… clearly all the writing she was doing lately had caused her to lose one too many marbles.

"He has nothing to apologize for, Booth." She spoke matter-of-factly, grin firmly affixed, hiding the twinkle in her eyes.

"Don't yell at me if they compromise your evidence… I know you will." He sweetly smiled; knowing exactly would set her off. Her evidence was more important to her then… well more important to her then anything, he assured himself. Clearly she would not let anyone compromise a speck of dirt as long as she still had breath in her lungs to yell at the sorry sap who messed with HER evidence. Everything was hers; he was just along for the ride. It was a bumpy one but one he wouldn't change for anything.

"Oh, I assure you I will not yell or pout or any of those things you say I do." She turned her gaze back to her computer screen. He knew that look and what would happen to him if he kept prodding. He hated that look. So like a good little puppy he slinked out of the office, tail between his legs and growing feeling shame. He needed to put himself in time out for that one, or at least not have pie.

Why in the world was a grown man disciplining himself because of a look? Man he had it bad… very bad. Okay, maybe just a bite of pie.

"Okay… well I guess I will see you when I come back with the remains…" His voice was soft and wavering. He wasn't sure what he had done but whatever it was, a simple bouquet of daisies was not going to do it. He was in the dog house… for good.

He stood outside the office, watching his partner happily type away. Her eyes quickly shifted off her screen and out the door just as he ducked behind a pillar but they both knew he had been caught. If he was within a five mile radius of her, she knew.

"Oh, Booth?" Brennan's voice dropped a few octaves as the words rolled over her tongue, beckoning him back into the office.

"Yes?" He practically groveled, slinking against the doorframe.

"Are you free this evening… say around seven?" She beamed, turning her full attention to him.

"I think so… why?" He mumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets and counting the tiles on the floor.

"Oh… nothing." She smirked, a devilish grin imprinted across her innocence features. "Keep it that way." She sweetly grinned before resuming her feverous typing.

"Uh… okay." He beamed for an unexplainable reason; the way she looked… she was practically dripping sex and seduction. Maybe he did like it when she was writing a novel.

"And wear your green socks." She purred as he quickly ran out of the office and toward the parking garage, grinning like a love struck school child on their first date.

"What got into you studly?" Angela smirked as he practically plowed her over trying to frantically get to the safety of his SUV.

"Nothing… just… nothing."

"A hot forensic anthropologist nothing?" She beamed the bright red hue and glow he had suddenly acquired.

"No…" He meekly whispered, "I need to go… I have a case… a body to recover… for Bones… to determine cause of death… a murder." He fumbled, backing away and out the door.

He practically sprinted down the hallway and to his parking spot. As the cool air from the AC pelted his flush body he let out a content sigh then a groan as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. If he hadn't known her as well as he knew he did he would have thought Temperance Brennan… the woman of his dreams just asked him on a date.

Quickly he reassured himself he was clearly mistaken. She was Bones, not a normal woman but Bones. She would have never done something so irrational without some sort of flow chart or diagram and since he did not see any new poster boards around her office he smiled in contentment and relief. After the day he knew he was going to have, going to crime scene alone, dinner with his best friend was just what he needed.