Ok, here it is, the final instalment of the story

Ok, here it is, the final instalment of the story. To all of you that added this story to their favourites or to the alert list: thank you! Seriously, it is amazing to see it happening. Thank you for your comments and the support. For understanding that we can joke about these things, for understanding the humour behind the writing. I hope it doesn't disappoint and that all the little things (ok, ok, maybe not THAT little) that seemed out of character are now explained.

Hope to see you again soon!

Jane

Part 6- Really??

"Temperance? Temperance please wake up!"

A moan.

"Temperance? It's time to wake up now. You're scaring me… please!"

Through the fog and the million flashing lights, she could hear a voice calling her. But she just wanted to sleep off that night. Her head felt twice it's normal size. God, how much did I drink? She moaned in agony as pain shot through her head. Was she having a stroke? Was she being punished for getting rid of Sully?

"Temperance, wake up" she finally opened her eyes, but everything was out of focus, doubled and tripled. She closed her eyes again.

"Temperance, please look at me. I love you and I just want you to come back to me" She managed to focus on Booth's face only to see it splitting into three or four Booths all with a very worried face.

"She's coming back. That's good!" said a second voice in the room. It was coming from so far that she gave up on it.

"Dr Brennan, how many fingers? Come on, look at me, how many fingers?"

But there were too many to count.

"Temperance, please tell the doctor how many fingers he's holding" Booth begged her, his voice heavy with worry. She tried to raise her hand but could not muster the strength. The gesture did not go unnoticed by Booth- he held her hand and kissed her fingers tenderly. "The doctor is here and he's going to take care of you. You might have a concussion- you need to go to the hospital.

She worried about the suitcase with Sully inside. What if they open it?
"The suitcase, Booth…" He stared at her blankly.

"What suitcase?"

"The one with Sully inside… we need to get rid of it. We can't leave it here"

"Bones, what are you talking about?"

"I don't want us to go to jail, Booth"

"But he attacked you. Why should we go to jail?" How can he be this dim? She did not have the strength to explain it all now. Now she just wanted to sleep. So she closed her eyes. Booth panicked.

"No Temperance, don't sleep. I know it's hard and you're very tired, but you can't sleep if you have a concussion."
"Let's just get rid of the suitcase and then you can take me to hospital."
"Seriously, Bones, what are you talking about?"

"Sully", she whispered "we killed him, we need to get rid of him" Booth shifted to the left and pointed at a handcuffed and bloodied Sully being held by another agent.

"Temperance, you might have a concussion. That idiot is ok, we did not kill him…"

"But I took the bullet out of his skull. There was blood and you were going to tell the story to our 25 grandkids…"

"Grandkids, Bones?"

Booth called for the gurney to carry her to the hospital. The paramedics moved her from the couch into the gurney and wheeled her out of the apartment while Sully looked on before being taken by the Internal Affairs people.

"How many grandkids are we having, Bones?"

"25"

"Isn't that a bit excessive?"

"No. 5 kids, 5 grandkids from each. 25"

"Well, at least you can still do your times table"

"Booth?

"Yes?"

"You didn't shoot him?"
"No. But I beat the crap out of him"
"Would you have shot him for me?"

"Almost did.. when he punched you against that table… I almost lost it!"

"Booth?"
"Yes?"
"What am I wearing?"

"You're wearing a blue attention seeker. A very effective one!" he said with tenderness in his eyes.

"Booth?"
"Yes?"
"I don't understand. You shot him dead. And now he was alive…"

"Bones, I'm pretty sure you have a concussion. I think you hallucinated that"

"Ah…" She concentrated on the Female Body Inspector inscription on his T shirt.

"Temperance?"

"Yes?"
"I'm just glad you're ok."

"I'm glad we're not going to jail, Booth"
"Yeah, me too, Bones. Me too!"

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