JAG'ed Bones in the Casckett would like to see a day in the life of someone who is not a regular on the show. He wanted an outsider view. This story is part of the Bonesology fanfic challenge.

I don't own Bones.

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His business was a little slow that afternoon and Mike was hoping the heavy clouds overhead didn't mean rain was coming like the Weather Channel had promised. It was hard to draw in customers when it was raining. His coffee cart did well when the temperatures weren't too hot or too cold and the sky was sunny, but right now he knew that was wishful thinking on his part. He wasn't sure why he didn't just close for up the afternoon and go home.

As he wiped down the already clean counter, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye on the path in front of his cart. Looking up, he smiled at the sight of his favorite FBI agent walking towards him. "Agent Booth, how's it going?"

Booth stepped up to the cart and slapped a five dollar bill on the counter. "Mike, great to see you and they're doing fine . . . how about coffee . . . black."

"You got it." Mike grabbed a cup and began to fill it. "Hey how's Dr. Brennan doing? I haven't see her in a while."

Booth leaned against the counter and smiled. "She'd doing okay . . . she's supposed to meet me here, but I guess she's running late."

As he poured the coffee in the cup, Mike nodded his head. "I'm glad . . . I missed you guys when you didn't come to my cart anymore. I was worried about you while you were in Afghanistan, so I was real happy when you came back in one piece . . . Me and the Misses prayed for you in church every Sunday as well as for my boy, Eric. He's still in Iraq, but he supposed to rotate back home next week."

"Thanks Mike and I'll say a little prayer for Eric on Sunday." Booth took the cup from Mike and leaned on the counter. "I know I haven't been around much for the last few weeks, but well, I was . . . my girlfriend . . . Um . . ."

Booth had been his customer for years and Mike had observed many cups of coffee shared between Booth and his partner. He'd witnessed and overheard many conversations and the hardest one had been when the FBI Agent and his partner had decided to leave their jobs for a while. Their favorite bench was a few feet away from the cart and even though it was hidden by bushes, he was close enough to hear their conversations when he had time to eavesdrop. "Hey stuff happens . . . I saw you were with someone else for a while, but I guess you're not with her anymore?"

The Agent shook his head. "Nah, that's done. Bones . . . Dr. Brennan . . . well, we're together now."

That news was very good news as far as Mike was concerned. Happy for the Agent, he handed Booth back his five. "Hey congratulations. The coffee is on me."

Grateful for the vendor's kindness, Booth shook his head and handed back the bill. "Mike, you aren't going to stay in business if you give away your coffee."

Mike grabbed Booth's hand and slapped the bill back into his palm. "Hey, I do alright."

Booth smiled and placed the bill in is jacket pocket. As he did so he saw Brennan turn the corner and come down the path towards the coffee cart. "Bones." Turning to face his partner, Booth waited until she was next to him. He placed his hand on her shoulder and kissed her. "Hey."

After she returned his kiss, Brennan turned towards Mike. "I'd like a Latte with Soy milk please." Once the cup was in her hand, Brennan passed the vendor a bill which was rejected.

"On the house, Doctor Brennan."

Pleased at the kindness, Brennan smiled. "Thank you." Once she sipped the coffee to make sure it was sweet enough, Brennan turned to face Booth. "Let's sit down. I've been on my feet all morning."

As they disappeared behind the bush to sit on the bench, Mike leaned against the counter and shamelessly listened to their conversation.

"Do you wish to go to my apartment this evening or do you wish to go to yours?" Brennan glanced at the sky and noticed the clouds were getting darker. "Rain is coming."

Booth glanced at the sky and shrugged his shoulders. "We need to stay at my apartment tonight. I have a load of laundry I need to do or I'm going to run out of clean underwear . . . although I guess I could go commando for a day or two."

Intrigued at the notion, Brennan glanced down at his lap and then back at his face. "You really do go commando?"

A grin on his face, Booth assured her. "Sometimes . . . do you?"

Slowly shaking her head, Brennan informed him. "Of course not. Slacks can be uncomfortable without panties."

His coffee forgotten, Booth placed his arm around her and pulled her closer to his side. "Are you up to seeing your father this afternoon? I know you haven't seen him since we've become a couple, but that bowler was on his team and we need his help."

The thought of her father's reaction to their new relationship worried Brennan. "I don't think we should tell him yet . . . He likes you and he's been pressing me to have a relationship with you for a long time, but . . . I just want our relationship to be ours for a while longer. So far, Angela, Hodgins and Cam are the only ones that know about our relationship, but I would like a few more days before we tell other people."

Since he didn't see any harm in her request, Booth nodded his head. "Fine . . . you know he's going to be okay with us being together, but if you want to wait then we can."

A fat drop of rain hit Booth on the top of the head. "Shit!" Standing, Booth tossed his cup in the trash barrel. "Come on Bones. We're going to have to run. We might make it to my truck if we hurry. We can wait this out there."

Mike heard them both shout as the rain started to pour down. Amused he heard their footsteps recede into the distance. Luckily for him his cart had a roof over it and he was dry. Still, he knew he might as well shut down for the afternoon and go home. As he emptied and cleaned his equipment, Mike hummed. He really loved his job. He loved people and he got to serve the best coffee in the area and he got to talk to people every day. Some people weren't worth knowing and he barely talked to them, but then there were the interesting people that made his life so interesting. Yep, he loved his job.

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