1Title: Swimmer in the Pool

Rating: K

Spoilers: Between Glowing Bones and Stargazer

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just a little background on this story–I work at a pool so it was inspired to write this, it'll get better as I go along. I was listening to Styx and its what stuck. It had the best drum solo/guitar solo that I could think of. Meh, it's a good song. This is not a song fic! It just has a song in it.

I'm sailing away set an open course for the virgin sea

I've got to be free, free to face the life that's ahead of me

On board I'm the captain so climb aboard

We'll search for tomorrow on every shore

And I'll try oh Lord I'll try to carry on

Chapter One: Internal Conert.

Booth sat at his desk eagerly awaiting for long hand of the clock to reach the twelve, where as its friend pointed to the five. The agent was disappointed by the long hands position half way between the three and the four, forty seven minutes til he could leave.

He tapped his pen to an eight count beat on his now empty Steelers cup, humming to the song he had heard earlier on the radio, on the station that his partner had left on the radio. Before he could break into the guitar solo, a slight tap disrupted the beat of his make shift drum and brought him out of his internal concert. He looked up to see the culprit who put the song in his head stand in the doorway, which he greeted with a smile.

"Don't let me interrupt your show." She said, raising her hands innocently-as if to hide the fact that she had seen the whole thing.

"Oh," He said, color going to his cheeks. "I was just to the finale." His smile turning to his patented charm smile.

"It looked like you were at the guitar solo to me." She inquired, she knew him all to well. "Metallica?"

"Styx, Come Sail Away." He said, picking up where he left off. "A gathering of angels appeared above my head, They sang to me a song of hope and this is what they said. They said come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me."

She nodded with comprehension and added a bright smile. "Ah, a classic."

"You changed the radio station in my SUV, and it was on when I drove to work." He said, continuing to hit his cup, moving to the table lamp, candy jar and other miscellaneous objects on his desk, to at least complete the drum solo. His smile brightened the room as if he was complimented, he sat the pens back into the cup and laced his fingers together. "What brings you here, Bones?" He asked.

She stepped in the office more fully and took the seat in front of his desk. "I've finished the report of the Harris file, it is signed and ready for your signature."

"Thanks." He said, reading the tiny handwriting that belong to the woman. "I was going to stop by and pick it up later, but it saves me the trip."

"I was on this side of town anyway." Said Brennan, with an annoyed sight. "I have to go get fitted for my dress."

"Angela didn't want to come up and visit?" Asked the agent, with mock hurt in his voice.

"No, she had some last minute things that came up, that I wasn't allowed to know about." Brennan answered with a shrug. "She was so excited, you couldn't even understand her."

"She just left you on a corner and said best of luck?" Asked Booth, astonished.

"Pretty much."she responded. "It was more of a 'get that hunky FBI agent to give you a ride home.'"

"I can do that." Booth laughed, Brennan's cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

"Well there are other hunky FBI agents in the building, she didn't say it had to be you." She teased, Angela would've been pleased.

"Hey." He said, his smile growing larger. "They made me your. . ."

"Special Agent Booth." said the man who had entered the office and had watched the banter between the two with a soft smile. Booth almost snapped into attention like he was in the army and Brennan froze in her cheer. "Oh don't let me interrupt." He crossed his arms, a smile place on his normally straight lips.

"We were just heading out." Answered Booth, standing up and shuffling the papers that sprawled on his desk.

"Good, before you take Dr. Brennan back to the Jeffersonian, you need to go to this address." He handed the younger man a file. "They found a body."

Booth inwardly groaned. "Alright, sir." He said, hiding the disappointment in his voice extremely well. "Are you ready Bones?"

The scientist nodded, got to her feet and followed him out of the office. "He still hates me." She said once out of ear shot of the older man.

"He doesn't hate you, he simply doesn't share your opinion." Booth explained in a soft, reassuring voice as he pressed the elevator button and his other hand found its way to the small of her back.

"Yes he does. . ." She was going to argue.

"No, he respects the hell out of you-for how well you do your job, helping me catch the bad guys. For helping with Amy." He explained as they stepped into the empty elevator.

"How do you know." She asked, sheepishly standing next to him.

"I can read people, remember Bones?" he said with a smile. "And he told me so."

"Really?"

"Yeah, after Amy's funeral." He said, moving his hand from her back to place his arm on her shoulders, a move which was new to the pair. The new flutter in the scientist's stomach startled her as she placed her hand on her abdomen to stop the feeling, thankful that Booth didn't notice. The elevator door closed and they headed to get the crime scene.