Timeline: Future Word Count: 655 Rating: PG-13 or T Characters: Booth, Brennan Spoilers: None Summary: It happened like this. Future fic. Click here for fic index. It happened like this: Brennan started stocking his favorite beer in her fridge, and Booth added to his weekly grocery list the Wasabi peas she liked to snack on and occasionally throw at him when he said, “Wassup!” for the fiftieth time. More and more of his dvds (like Ghostbusters --a classic) wound up in her living room, sitting neatly next to each other on a shelf he bought and assembled for her, despite her loud protests, on a Saturday he didn’t get to spend with Parker. Then one Friday night when he didn't have other plans, Booth brought over spinach lasagna and crusty garlic bread from the Italian place two blocks from his apartment. She answered the door on the first knock, almost like she'd been waiting for him. After she stepped back from the door and beckoned him inside, he noticed two plates sitting side by side on her glass-topped coffee table. He scratched the back of his neck with his free hand.