Ok guys, new story...this is a whole lot happier then "Dangerous Addiction" which isnt even done, but I can't write angst now, so this will be purely fluff angsty...if you know what I mean...enjoy :) Review please :)

Temperance Brennan usually liked the winter. She liked trudging through the snow to get to her car, the flakes drifting softly around her head. She liked sitting in her apartment, curled up with a good book, the snow piling lazily around her. She wouldn't admit it to him, but she loved walking in the snow with Booth. It seemed to block everything else out, until it was just them. Like everything in the world was still, the soft light casting graceful shadows across their faces. The snow would drift onto her lips and hair and melt the moment it touched.

It was fleeting. Like the moments with Booth. For a second, she thought she could tell him how she felt. That she was more in love with him then she'd ever been. But then the moment slipped away, as quickly as it came.

Gone were the soft flakes and careful glances. As comforting as the snow had been, it became cold and isolating in a second. Shutting her away from him and making her feel even more alone then she had.

Right now, was one of the moments that she begged for spring. Christmas and came and passed, and December 26 was supposed to be a day of relaxation. One of those rare days in the year where she could sleep in late and spend the entire day doing absolutely nothing.

Of course, that wasn't the way life worked. Instead of a warm cozy apartment, she was stuck with a broken heater and no way to fix it until the holidays ended. A prospect that was as daunting as it was cold.

She had tried to compensate for the lack of heat. Under 2 blankets, 3 sweaters, a pair of extra long sweat pants, and a scarf she still felt the aftermath of the blizzard they had had only days ago.

Honestly it pissed her off a little. Despite her strong protest about Christmas, she had come in on Christmas Eve to find an entire stack of presents on her desk. Brennan had said she could give, but she didn't want to receive. Of course, none of the squints had listened, and she was glad they hadn't.

This holiday was shaping up to be one of her better. She had spent the better part of it ice skating with Booth and Parker, picking out Christmas gifts with Angela, and trying out almost all of the recipes that she hadn't had time to during the busy year. She had almost been able to block out the cruel memories she had about Christmas. The loss she had felt. And then this had happened.

The irony almost made her laugh. Almost. If she couldn't find someway to fix the heat, she might have to take refuge in some one else's apartment. Angela had jetted off to Fiji with Hodgins for the remainder of their winter vacation, so Booth was her only option. She would take it if it meant not turning into a human icicle.

Booth. She reached up to finger the locket he had given her for Christmas. The little silver heart hung delicately around her neck, and she smiled when her fingers closed around it.

He had given her a set of books on modern pop culture when she and the squints exchanged their gifts, but Booth had stopped by unexpectedly last night, and hooked the locket around her neck, telling her it would keep her safe. The funniest thing was that it did. The same careful affection that Booth brought her lingered softly in the locket.

She stood up; grabbing the wooly red ear flap hat and jamming it over her head, hoping it would bring some semblance of extra warmth. Maybe tea would help.

Just as she was reaching for the mugs, loud knocking on the door interrupted her. She looked through the peep hole to see Booth standing there. Smiling, she realized what and idiot she probably looked like, and debated whether to open the door or not before she pulled it open.

Booth's eyebrows raised and he grinned broadly when he saw her. He couldn't help but admit how cute she looked with her fuzzy red hat pulled over her dark hair, its long ear flaps dangling to her shoulders.

"You somewhere under there Bones?" He laughed, reaching out to ruffle her hat, but she scooted out of his reach.

She glared at him. "I happen to have a perfectly logical reason to why I am dressed this way."

He nodded in mock sincerity, and she could tell that he was making fun of her. "So hit me, what's with the Eskimo gear?"

"My heater's broken." It came out in a mumble sounding more like "my skeaters woken." Because of the heavy scarf that was tied thickly around her neck.

Booth put a hand to his ear, leaning forward. "Excuse me, I didn't hear that right, what did you say?"

She pulled the scarf down from her neck, and he could see the teasing annoyance in her ice blue eyes.

"My heater is broken." He could hear the frustration in her voice, and it obviously was cold in the apartment if she was dressed so heatedly.

Before he could speak again, she interrupted him. "I would ask you to come in, but I don't know if you'd be able to handle it."

Booth scoffed, and stepped around her to enter the frigid apartment. He shivered immediately, and echoes of "I told you so" rang in Brennan's head.

"Jesus Bones! How the hell are you living in here, its like hell frozen over?" She smiled smugly as he stood there in a just jeans and a sweatshirt.

"I tried to warn you." Brennan hoisted herself up on her concrete countertop, and then jumped down quickly since the counter felt like it was 10 degrees below frozen.

"What are you doing here anyways? Shouldn't you be 'relaxing' during you holiday." She smiled at him playfully as she settled down on the couch. Standing was making her too cold, and Booth quickly followed.

He rolled his eyes at her air quotes around relaxing. "Actually I have a purpose. Before I entered your igloo from hell, which by the way isn't healthy for you to be living in at all, I had news that's going to make you love me forever."

She tried not to blush when he said he'd love her forever, but she couldn't help it, so she turned away for a second, not meeting his eyes. She knew he hadn't been serious, but still…

She rolled her eyes. "What would that be?"

He groaned. "Bones you take the fun out of everything. Why can't you just be excited for once?"

She frowned in protest. "What! How can I be excited if I don't even know what it is?"

He sighed, and tried to resist smiling at the confusion on his partner's pretty face. "For once you could just…" He trailed off. "Never mind. Just close you eyes."

"What, Booth that's irrational, why can't you just tell me?"

"Stop whining Bones and shut you eyes." She glared at him, but closed her eyes anyways. She didn't get the point, but there were a lot of things about Booth that she didn't understand.

Booth took a second to watch Brennan fidget, the lack of control obviously annoying her. He reached into his jacket, pulling out the 2 plane tickets that were going to definitely solve her cold troubles. When he got the call he had barely had time to comprehend. He and Bones, the Caribbean? And the Bureau had asked if he was interested. Every minute he got to spend alone with her made it harder to quell his attraction to her, but there was no way he was passing up this opportunity.

He waved the tickets in front of her face, and he watched as she frowned in confusion.

"K, open up."

Her eyes flashed open, and she quickly scanned the tickets, puzzlement written across her face.

"What? I don't get it. Are you going on vacation?" He sighed. Bones would never change.

"Look Bones, 2 tickets." He raised two fingers in front of her face, which she promptly swatted away. "Two. One for you. One for me."

She frowned. "I can't go on vacation with you Booth. And even if I did go you can't pay for my ticket. I make more money then you do."

"Yeah thanks Bones, but we're not going on vacation. We have a case." She saw the grin spread across his face, and she couldn't help but smile back.

"In the Bahamas? On Christmas vacation?" She raised her eyebrows in speculation.

He nodded. "Yup. A couple of underground drug lords have been dealing a lot lately, and someone ended up dead. There's no way to point the finger anywhere unless we can get someone down there. Undercover."

Booth could see the wheels in her mind spinning. It would definitely solve her heater problem. There was no where warmer then the Bahamas. And time like that with Booth. Would be well worth it. Not that she would tell him that was the reason she wanted to go.

A smile crept across her face as their eyes met. "And you want to take me?"

He shook his head, and it was then he realized how close they were sitting. He could reach out and brush the hair out of her face if he wanted to. Which he did. But he couldn't. She was Bones.

"No, I mean, yeah, but you're my partner. I have to."

She looked down, trying not to be disappointed at his answer. What did she expect?

"Oh."

That's all he thinks of me as. His partner. That's all I am.

He could see that his answer had upset her, even if she was trying to hide it. He lifted his fingers under her chin, tilting her face towards his, her crystal eyes meeting his.

"No, I mean of course I want you to come Bones. Who else am I gonna drag against their will to the Bahamas? This is your one-way ticket out of the cold babe."

She smiled widely, and she couldn't help but feel that Booth wasn't taking his eyes off of her. It was a nice feeling, having someone looking at her that way. Especially Booth.

"So…when do we leave?" He grinned back at her,

Maybe a week in the Bahamas was exactly what she needed. Or a certain Special Agent just might do the trick.

Spontaneity rules.

Push the button...you know you wanna...;P