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They were together now. Everyone in the lab pretended they didn't know but they could all see the change. The subtle touches, the brief glances, it all added up to them being together.

Angela was happy. She didn't squeal or run over and hug Brennan, but rather sat in her office, tears in her eyes, hugging herself. When Jack found her that way, she immediately pulled him in a fierce embrace, whispering that she was so happy, now that they were happy. It was all she ever wanted for her best friend.

Zach was hopeful. He liked Agent Booth and thought that they made a better team now that they were together. He liked seeing Dr. Brennan happy, knew all too well what this profession could do to someone. Hoped that an opportunity like this would be presented to himself one day. A chance to be happy.

Hodgins was interested. Interested in how it began, how many dates they had been on. More interested in fact than Angela, who teased him about it mercilessly. He couldn't help it. Ever since they were in that car, he felt a connection with Brennan, one that warranted him looking out for her best interests.

Cam was hurt. She knew from the beginning that it was always Dr. Brennan. She could see it in Booth's eyes. Not that it didn't hurt; she felt a twinge of jealousy in her stomach when she saw them. They didn't flaunt it, she was glad of that, but it still wounded her.

Booth was patient. He knew this was difficult for her, so they eased into it slowly, doing the things they normally did such as watching movies and eating pie at the diner. They hadn't even been on a real date. Yet when he held her in his arms or kissed her softly on the lips, he knew it was worth it.

Brennan was content. Their relationship, although tentative, was blossoming as they discovered new things about each other. She was inextricably linked with him and whereas that once would have frightened her, it now comforted her.

His touch meant more than a gesture of protection now. When his fingers intertwined with hers, she felt loved.

It was these moments, like now, she loved the most. Her head was resting against his chest, his arm around her, pulling her close. His fingers lightly danced across her skin, causing her to shiver under his touch.

It was then that they were no longer the FBI agent and the anthropologist, but merely themselves, able to revel in the comfort each provided to the other.