Hi there.

Well this is the final chapter of the story. I want to thank everyone who has read, reviewed and favoured this story, especially those who have been reading since the beginning. I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it and I hope the ending suffices!

I don't own Bones or the song The way you look tonight.

Enjoy the final chapter :)


The moment she walked out of the hall, she instantly regretted it. Brennan realised that things had gotten a little heated inside and she had a made a spur of the moment decision to leave with Phelps, when in fact she had only wanted to stay with Booth.

Phelps was conversing about the worst of the cases he had seen and the gruesome crimes he had experienced. Brennan wasn't hearing any of it, all she could think about was Booth. The bruise on Phelps' face was starting to show, but she could only guess that Booth's were ten times worse.

"About three months ago there was a serial killer in the greater DC area. What he did… horrific stuff," he continued.

Brennan sighed inwardly. On the other hand why should she be so worried about Booth? He had it coming; he was the one who initiated the argument. He had been hostile toward Phelps from the moment he walked into the room. Still, she couldn't help but believe that Booth had a reason for acting the way he did. She flinched when she remembered the hurt in his eyes just before she left the hall with Phelps.

"Is everything alright?" Phelps turned to her as they reached the railing, beyond lay a beautiful lake whose waters shone under the half moon.

"Sorry," she looked up apologetically, "I got a little side tracked."

"Its Booth, isn't it?" He observed her before muttering to himself, "He never could hack it."

"Why do you say that?"

"Back when we used to work together, we got along, you know. We worked well," he started, "Until the post in Quantico came up. Things got a little tense, because we both wanted it. We were working on a case, a sting operation that went bad. He was in charge of the operation so he went down. I ended up getting the job and he just couldn't hack it."

"So that's why his been acting this way all night?" Brennan considered, somewhat suspiciously.

"Well there's that," he paused. He smiled as he moved in, "I think he might be a little jealous…"

Phelps moved toward Brennan, cornering her between the railing and himself. It was something Booth would do, she acknowledged warmly. But with Phelps, her defences immediately went up.

"It's getting cold, I'm going back inside," Brennan smiled politely as she tried to move around him.

"Ah come on, the night is still young," Phelps smiled as he looked her up and down suggestively.

Brennan's smiled forcefully and she cocked her head to one side. She weighed him up fiercely.

"Either you move," she replied, "Or I will make you."


"Ouch," Booth groaned, "Jeez Angela!"

Angela sighed again as she tried to place the ointment-filled cotton ball on his left cheek.

"I know it hurts Booth," She replied somewhat unsympathetically, "That's what happens when you decide to punch someone out. They retaliate."

"He started it," Booth replied, flinching again.

"You know what's really interesting?" Angela smiled, "You fight all the baddies. You get blown up, attacked, punched out… you manage to bare all that, but its only when there's a woman around that you start moaning with pain!"

Booth chuckled. They were both sitting on the staircase in the foyer area. Angela continued to dab ointment on his cheek, which had bruised badly. His nose had started to bleed but had eventually stopped; he also had a cut lip.

"I should go look for her," Booth decided, "She shouldn't be alone with him."

"I think you've done all you can."

"His a bad guy Ange."

"So you keep saying," Angela recognised the worry on his face, "What has he done Booth?"

"We worked together a few years ago. He seemed to be an alright bloke but he changed," Booth started. "He became really crooked. It started just before his wife filed for divorce."

"He was married?"

"Yeah. I met her once or twice, she seemed nice," he paused, "She filed a report against him; domestic violence."

"Oh my God," Angela gasped.

"They settled the claim during the divorce and she withdrew her allegations so it never made it to court," Booth continued, "She may have just been a gold digger but I think it was more than that."

Angela put her bottle of ointment and swabs next to her as she listened.

"That was when the Quantico promotion came up. Phelps was in a real hurry to leave because the dust hadn't settled yet; he knew that this could be his chance. We were on a case together. It went sour and I copped it real hard from my superiors. He got the promotion."

"Wait," Angela interrupted, "Why was it your fault?"

"I was in charge of the operation. But the truth is, it was because of him that the operation failed. He was flippant with classified information and on the night of the sting he was really negligent."

"You think he did it on purpose."

"I just know it Ange," Booth replied surely, "There couldn't be any other explanation."

"Wasn't there anything else you could have done to stop him?" Angela said, worriedly.

"A few of the agents kept track of him after the promotion but they never got anything," Booth flinched again as Angela pressed the cotton ball against his cheek again, "Phelps cleaned up his act."

Angela sighed worriedly. She was about to say something else but was interrupted.

"When were you going to tell me this?"

Booth stood up surprised, as he noticed Brennan by the foyer doors.

"How long have you been standing there?" he said, shocked that he hadn't seen her before.

"Long enough," She stepped inside the foyer.

"I tried Bones," he gently responded to her previous question.

"I'm sorry. I should have listened to you," Brennan replied genuinely, "You were right about him."

Angela got up and collected the swabs and the ointment. She smiled at them discreetly before heading upstairs to the bathroom. Booth turned to Brennan and considered her.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked, acknowledging her statement.

"No, I'm okay," she replied, "He was a little pushy but- "

"That son of a- " Booth cursed as he pushed his way past Brennan, on his way to find Phelps. Brennan grabbed him by the arm.

"Booth, lets deal with it tomorrow," she stopped him, "Just leave it for now."

Brennan sighed wearily as Booth eyed her, protectively. They had already wasted so much time; she wanted to enjoy the rest of the Ball. When Phelps had almost refused to let her leave, she had realised there was a different side to him. Eventually, he had moved aside, most likely intimidated by her. She had thought of Booth then, he was a gentleman; nothing like Phelps.

She was glad that she had decided to come back, she wanted to be spend the evening with her partner.

She moved toward Booth and placed her fingers under his chin, guiding his face so to see his wounds.

"That must hurt," She said.

"Nah," he replied coolly, remembering his differing reaction to Angela earlier.

Brennan moved her fingers to his cheek and brought it down to the side of his lips, which were cracked. He smiled at her with warmth in his eyes and in the spur of the moment she brought her lips to the corner of his, and kissed him gently.

When they parted, she smiled quickly, and tried to pull away. He gently placed his hands on her waist to stop her, before bringing his lips down to hers. He kissed her gently but passionately allowing her to understand what she really meant to him. They pulled back for air, both somewhat flushed. Brennan cleared her throat nervously as Booth looked around.

"So, uh, what did you want to ask me?"

"What?" Brennan asked.

"Earlier on, you wanted to ask me something.."

"Oh. Right," Brennan smiled, "Well, I wanted to ask you to dance."

"I'd love to," Booth replied softly before reaching his hand out. She took it and he lead her inside the ball.

He led her to the dancefloor as The way you look tonight, began to play. Brennan clasped her hands around his neck as he laid his on her waist. They swayed to the music, happy to be in each other's arms knowing that although their future seemed somewhat uncertain, they would get through it, together.

The End


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