Well, this is the last chapter so I hope you enjoyed it xxx

Jess, you don't need to hate me anymore – neither do you Lina :)

"Why?" he said, praying so hard she would not pull away that it nearly hurt. "Why?" he moved his head very slight from side to side slowly, brushing their lips together, the friction making his heart beat quicker.

"Because..." she drew out the word, each millisecond more agonising than the one before, "...I think..."

Booth groaned internally as her soft warm lips pressed ever so lightly against the corner of his slightly ajar mouth.

"...I think it might be a little...cruel...to do this now, as your date is not two metres from us," Brennan whispered, running her finger along his jaw line and then traced lightly around his lips. When he swallowed; nervous, frustrated; she smiled.

"Hmm..." Booth pondered, silently cursing Anabel violently, "....that is a good point; unfortunately."

"My points are usually quite accurate."

"Okay. I have a proposition for you," Booth declared.

Noses touching, Brenna asked, "and what might that be?"

"I will quickly drive Anabel back to her apartment, tell her 'I don't think this is gonna work out', and then I'll drive right back here and we can pick up where we left off? How does that sound?" he asked, cocking his head to the side, waiting for a response.

Brennan thought about this, smiling to herself, "it depends on how long 'quickly' is? 'Cause I don't know how long I want to sit here, alone."

"Well," Booth confessed, "I'll probably break some speeding laws coming back here, but I'm FBI, I can get away with it. I might even use my sirens, if the need arises."

"I think that would be okay," Brennan accepted, smiling sweetly at him and kissing the other corner of his mouth, then leaving her lips against his skin, said, "so I guess I'll see you soon."

"Very soon. Don't move," he said in reply, grinning to himself before turning his head quickly and pressing his lips to hers, lingering there for a few seconds before breaking apart and running to his car and jumping in the driver's seat.

Within moments, he had reversed out of the parking lot and was speeding up the street, soon disappearing around the corner.

Touching her fingers to her now tingling lips, Brennan sighed, settling back into her seat, awaiting Booth's return.

"Look, Anabel, I don't think this is gonna work out," Booth said sympathetically, as he walked Anabel to her apartment door.

"Go figure. Let me guess. It's your crazy ex-girlfriend from the diner? 'Cause you guys seemed kinda close when you were talking to her at the parking lot," she said, her lips a little tighter than usual, though he sensed no anger from her.

"She is not crazy and she is not my ex-girlfriend. She's my partner," Booth emphasised the word.

"Same thing."

"Can I just ask one thing? Why do you say so? Why does everyone think that?" Booth asked, truly wanting to know the answer.

She sighed, leaning against the wall, "it's obvious, really. The way that the instant you turned around and saw her, there was all of a sudden this gleam in your eyes. Like the room seemed somewhat brighter to you, now that she was in it. And the way, you tensed up and you got this really hurt look all over you when she got angry or upset or whatever it was with you. And the way you two were acting in the parking lot, man, not even the steamy, romance novels I read get that intense. The way you got all protective of her when I called her crazy. And, just the way you look at her. You look like you're preserving her sight in your memory or something. And you get this sorta dreamy smile that you obviously don't notice you're doing. So, yeah. It's kinda obvious."

"Thankyou, Anabel," Booth said, leaning down and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek; it felt very wrong, "and I'm sorry this didn't work out."

"Yeah, Seeley. Me too."

All seemed oddly quiet. Turning the radio on, Brennan flicked through the stations and then turned it off again; nothing good was on. She drummed her fingers against the side of the steering wheel and tapped her feet on the ground to an imaginary beat. She thought about what had just happened. What she hoped would happen. What she had let happen. And she loved it. She'd let herself go and she felt great about it. She felt content. She had what she wanted. But yet, here she was, sitting alone in her car. Anxiously moving in her seat, Brennan opened the door and got out; pacing back and forth along the side of her car. Hearing screeching of tires, Brennan's attention was averted to a black SUV speeding towards the parking lot outside the diner. Turning quickly into a free space, the driver's door opened and out ran Booth. Running toward her, wearing a huge smile that met his eyes, which made her legs feel weak.

Just as she was about to speak as he got closer, Brenna was cut short as Booth's lips silenced her. Pushing her up against the car door, Booth devoured her. He didn't give a damn that he was in a public place where a lot of people were watching. He wanted them to see. To see that she was his and his only. His body pressed up against hers, so that not even an inch of airspace existed between them. She smiled into him, one hand resting against where his heart lay, feeling the heavy pounding of it beneath her fingertips. Her other hand was in Booth's, up against the side of the car. His other hand cradled her face, tilting it up towards his. Their heat radiated off of each other, mingling as one.

One being; one love.

Well that's the end. I really hope you liked it. Oh, btw, if you want, take a look at my other Bones' stories, 'Conviction' and 'Signing Out'.

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