Jenna and Leonard managed to keep their long distance romance a secret for a couple more months, but finally the news got out.

"Take a look at this," Chris said grimly one day as he plopped a magazine on the table in front of Jenna.

The cover features a paparazzi pic of her and Bones leaving a restaurant holding hands with a headline that screamed "NEW ROMANCE FOR JENNA KIRK? Star seen with mystery hunk outside cafe last Saturday."

"Here it goes," Jenna sighed. "It was bound to get out eventually. I'd better call Bones and warn him."

She squinted at the picture, examining it critically.

"Ugh, my hair looks awful. Did they have to use that photo for the cover?"

"Priorities, Jen," Chris reminded her with a chuckle. "You'd better carry a brush with you from now on."

Jenna laughed. "You're ridiculous, but I really should. Never know when you need to look extra glam."

Leonard didn't see Jenna's text for several hours, being swamped at work, but as soon as he was able he called her back.

"Jen, you Alright?" He asked as soon as she picked up.

"Yes, Bones. Just trying to figure out how to approach this. Chris's phone has been ringing off the hook with people trying to get the scoop on us. Apparently, they got a picture of us holding hands and the tabloids are going nuts. We're going to have to make a statement soon and I need to know how much to say about you."

"That's a good question."

Bones went silent for a minute and she let him think. He was going to have his entire backstory dredged up and examined by the gossip happy media and she wasn't going to reveal one iota more than he was comfortable with.

"Not my name, but you can mention I'm a super hot, successful doctor you met and swept you off your feet one blissful summer."

Jenna laughed, imagining his eyes twinkling with mischief at her.

"That's awfully close to the truth, though, Bones."

"If we want to get technical, it was you who did the sweeping," he added. "I was all set to spend my time being a grumpy-ass hermit and then you just wouldn't let me be."

"I couldn't rest until I'd turn that frown upside down," Jenna admitted cheerfully. "Plus, It was super funny to see you get so flustered when I'd wear my pink suit. I remember the first day: your eyes bugged out and you went all red and buried your face in your magazine. It was so cute."

"Now, now, Jen. Don't get me started thinking about how stunningly sexy you are. I'm having guests over tonight." His voice was a bit strangled and she felt a little smug, but decided to go easy on him.

"Okay, Okay. No phone sex," she conceded, with a mischievous giggle. "So In the statement you're okay that I tell them I'm dating a nice doctor and we're quite happy and please respect our privacy?"

"Sounds great, Jen. Thanks for letting me know. I'd better get braced for a fuss. If anyone here recognizes me, there's going to be a lot of questioning going on."

"Just ignore them," she said. "You don't have to say anything. The hospital probably has PR people to help."

"Yeah, they do. Hope I won't have to get them involved. Don't want to cause a spectacle where I'm just trying to do my job."

"You'll do great, Bones. Remember, I love you and don't let them get under their skin. They love to provoke reactions."

"Thanks for the tip and advice, Darlin'" He replied gratefully. "I love you, too."

Jenna said goodbye lovingly and returned to statement-preparing with Chris. It ended up going about as well as could be expected, though she had to screen her calls more closely than usual. The hounds seemed to be satisfied, but they began to speculate various erroneous theories as to the progression of the romance.

Leonard, back in San Francisco, was asked about the picture by more than a few curious patients who'd seen the tabloid. He tried to take it in stride and have a sense of humor about it, but some nosy folks didn't know when to quit, including his ex-wife.

He knew Clay only called him because Jocelyn demanded to get the scoop on him without breaking the restraining order, but he tried to be as civil as he could.

"Listen, Treadway, You can tell Jocelyn that yes, I'm dating Jenna Kirk, yes, I'm in love with her, and no, I'm not interested in her because she's famous. She's very talented and gorgeous, yes, but there's a lot more to her than that."

"How in the world did you meet?" Clay asked sounding much put upon. Leonard could tell he hasn't wanted to make the call at all, but he could only imagine the threats and manipulation Joce has used on him.

"We ran into each other on vacation. She seemed to think I wasn't enjoying myself enough and forced me to socialize. Even an old grump like me couldn't help but go along with it, and we struck up a friendship that turned into this."

There was a few minutes' pause while Clay repeated what he'd heard to Jocelyn in the background and some arguing over the next question, but finally Clay heaved a sigh and warily asked the next question.

"Uh...sorry about this, but she thinks she needs to know if you've slept with her yet."

Leonard's jaw clenched at this and he had to resist the urge to hang up then and there or shout through the phone at Jocelyn in the background.

"That's none of her damn business, Treadway. You can tell her THAT. I think I've given ya'll more than enough already to satisfy that confounded nosiness. She's lost the right to ask such personal questions of me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a life to live."

"I know. Sorry about this McCoy. You know how she can get." Clay sounded almost apologetic, as if even he knew Joce had gone way too far.

"I sure do. Bye, Clay." And Leonard hung up, both annoyed and slightly sympathetic. Clay was now reaping the rewards of breaking up a marriage by finding out just what everyday life with Jocelyn could be. Leonard felt rather aggravated with the whole way of Jocelyn getting around the restrictions, but shook off the irritation to start packing for his next trip to see Jenna.

"You know what, Bones?" she told him as she drove them to their favorite date night restaurant.

"What, gorgeous?"

"I've come up with a solution to our distance problem."

Leonard's hopes rose. He'd kicked ideas around many times, but nothing had seemed workable. If she could find a solution, well, maybe he could start thinking long term.

"I've decided that I'll get an apartment in San Fran. I'm not shooting any new projects until this fall, so I won't be tied to LA much. Plus, I haven't visited you nearly enough and San Fran really is a great place."

She certainly had the financial flexibility to do it and a job schedule that would allow it. Leonard knew he'd probably end up moving to LA permanently, but his situation was just too good right now to pull up roots yet.

"That's the best idea I've heard yet, Jen," he said, a smile growing at the thought of having her around more.

"I thought you'd like it," Jenna beamed, stepping out of the car. "I—Oh, crap! Look out, Bones! Paps across the street!"

Sure enough, there they were, cameras at the ready. So much for staff respecting their privacy. Someone had to have tipped off the vultures to their presence. Leonard would have been more upset, but with Jenna around being all beautiful and charming, he was somehow led to egg them on instead of shouting.

"Well, well, Well, darlin," he drawled, taking her hand and glancing at the photographers. "What a shame. But How about we give them something to REALLY talk about, instead?"

There was a diabolical gleam in his eye and Jenna picked up on it at once, blue eyes matching his mischief.

"You mean like making out in public? Because I'm totally down with that ."

"You mind reader," He whispered, pulling her to him and planting his lips on hers. Jenna was always up for kissing her Bones and enthusiastically returned it, giggling at the sounds she was able to elicit from him.

"Now, lets go to plan B," She panted after they'd come up for air, ignoring the clicking of cameras in the distance. "I know a great little place that doesn't take reservations, but respects people's privacy."

Leonard nodded, still trying to catch his breath.

"Just a sec. Damn it, Jenna, you sure know how to get my head spinning every which way. What have you done to me?"

"Given you a brighter outlook on life, I hope," Jenna said, hands still wrapped around his neck. She knew Chris would have a stroke when he saw the pictures, but she didn't care. She had Bones back and no silly paparazzi were going to ruin that.