Thanks for the reviews and alerts:) thanks to my beta kaloblack for the help:) So, it took me a little longer to get this chapter out but now I know how to continue with our story:)

Did I mention how hard it is to go without consuming milk or anything that contains milk? Man, it's hard and frustrating. So, while I was chopping veggies for my veggie soup (yeah, that's what I had for lunch yest while everyone else had tacos with hot sauce:( and then they drank Horchata and I was stuck with Strawberry coolaid) I thought of a new fic. It's an AU (Bones of course) and it's titled 'Second Chance'. So give it a look over if you're interested.

Disclaimer: Bones belongs to Fox.

Booth opened his eyes briefly before squinting them. The sun's rays were heavy through the blinds and Booth buried his face in the crook of Brennan's neck. They were tangled from head to toe, her hand resting on his hip. He smiled, pulling his head back and adjusting his eyes to the light in the room. He looked over at the nightstand and saw it was past one in the afternoon. Booth wasn't surprised it was so late; their lovemaking rounds stopped well after sunrise.

Booth carefully disentangled himself from Brennan. He walked in the nude to his kitchen and started the coffee. As he waited for the coffee to be ready, Booth threw the empty beer bottles away. He put the leftover pizza in a container and put it in the fridge; setting the empty pizza box next to the trash can in his kitchen.

After his coffee, Booth went in for a shower. He lathered up, thinking about the events of the previous two days. He was glad his Bones hadn't given up and that now they were together.

Booth padded to his bedroom as he dried himself with a towel. He smiled as he saw that Brennan was still asleep. He threw on a pair of boxers and an undershirt. He was buttoning his jeans when he heard Brennan moan and turn to lay on her front.

Smiling, Booth kneeled on the bed next to her and kissed his way up her back. He whispered her name in her ear and nibbled on her neck, but Brennan just let out a sleepy moan and didn't wake. He kissed her cheek and decided to let her sleep until she wanted to.

Booth grabbed the discarded clothes on his bedroom floor and tossed it in the hamper. He grabbed some soap, fabric softener, and bleach for the whites and headed down to the laundry room to throw in a few loads of his common wear.

"Looking good." Booth crossed his neighbor Sally heading out of the laundry room. After her comment, they smiled at each other and headed their separate ways. Booth saw Sally every now and then when he visited the laundry room. Nice girl, in her late twenties, had a kid Parker's age.

Brennan stretched and patted the bed searching for Booth, opening her eyes when she didn't feel him on the bed. When she looked at the time she saw it was close to three in the afternoon. A knowing smile spread on her face as she remembered how late they had fallen asleep; or early depending on how one looked at it.

Brennan searched the apartment for Booth but didn't find him, deciding for a shower. During her time in the shower she marveled at how easy it was to go around Booth's place like if it were her own.

After dressing in the extra pair of clothes she had in her shoulder bag, she walked to the living room just when Booth entered the apartment.

"Hey, you're finally up." Booth kissed her, setting the hamper down to wrap his arms around her.

After about ten minutes, together they folded all the clothes. Booth took the pile of tees and jeans and Brennan took the pile of underwear, socks and undershirts. As Booth put the tees and jeans in their designated place in the closet, Brennan opened his underwear drawer. After setting the items inside, her lips curved into a smile when she saw her bra lying there next to his socks.

"I remember this." Brennan waved the garment in his face. He blushed a bit and said it was in his jacket pocket.

"What was I supposed to do?" He shrugged and pulled her in for a kiss, throwing the garment on the bed. "Food?" He asked and she agreed. They prepared themselves a fast meal and spend the rest of their free day loving each other.

B&B

On Monday as soon as Angela saw Brennan she bombarded her with questions.

Brennan was trying, key word here is trying, to identify a set of remains from limbo. Angela was at her side asking, begging her friend to tell her how it happened. How she got together with Booth. Brennan really wanted to get some work done, so she turned to her friend and gave her a brief account of the events that lead to the beginning of her relationship with Booth. Brennan turned back to her remains, telling her friend they would have lunch together and have an actual conversation. It took Angela a few squealing seconds to take it all in before hugging her friend and agreeing.

Angela sat in her office. She'd left Brennan alone before she annoyed her friend to the point of no return. She looked at the time and tried to stare the time into moving faster. When that didn't work, she went in search of something to keep her busy until lunch time.

B&B

Booth sat in his office, working diligently on his stack of paperwork. He had a huge smile on his face and he didn't want to remove the smile from his face. Every couple of minutes he was distracted by his thoughts of his weekend with Brennan. He shook his head out of it and hurried to finish up his work.

Booth took a small break to grab a coffee and bread. Booth was punching the vending machine to release his coffee cake when Anna entered the room. "Yes!" Booth exclaimed as he grabbed his cake and coffee to head back to his office.

"Hi, Booth." Anna greeted him how his friends did. Booth eyed her suspiciously, taking in her lack of the use of 'Agent'.

"Agent Scott." Booth told her, making his way towards his office. Anna stared after him. There was something different about him and she suspected a certain Forensic Anthropologist had something to do with it.

B&B

Booth took off to the Jeffersonian, takeout in hand to have lunch with Brennan. He didn't tell her he was on his way to the lab. He wanted to surprise her, but he was the one surprised to not find her. He waited for her and dug into his food after a few minutes.

Brennan entered her office and the smell of takeout filled her senses. She turned and found Booth sitting on her couch. He told her he had wanted to surprise her with lunch, but ended up eating without her. Brennan sat next to him on the couch and told him she had gone out to lunch with Angela.

"I have to go back to the office." Booth kissed her sweetly before heading out of the office.

B&B

The days passed and the partners' new relationship as a couple flowed with ease. Sweets had eyed them suspiciously during their weekly session, but remained quiet. He jotted his observations down on his note pad. The partners were sure that soon they would hear something from the boy shrink, but were glad they didn't have to hear it yet.

Anna was hot on the trail of the two. She was sure those two were romantically involved; there was no doubt in her mind anymore. Anna decided to go on a hunt and catch the two. If she couldn't have Booth, then Brennan wouldn't either. Even if they didn't break up, Anna had the consolation that their partnership would be dissolved. But she needed the hard evidence before she let the FBI know.

B&B

Hodgins, the ever conspiracy theorist, knew something was up with Agent Scott. Her constant drop by's by the lab, saying she was there to see Cam were suspicious. And the way the agent tried to get information out of the interns and even himself was odd.

Hodgins knew information seeking mode when he saw it. The agent didn't fool him and it took him less than a week to figure out what Anna was doing. The woman was trying to break up their team. The woman's target was the partners; it was obvious they were the center. Hodgins wasn't going to let that happen.

As Hodgins worked in his station he caught the glimpse of conversation Cam was having with Anna via cell phone. He heard that the agent was stopping by to have lunch with Cam and a sudden idea crossed his mind. Something that would teach the agent to not mess with any of the squints; mess with one and you mess with all.

Cam stood in the platform, waiting for Anna.

"Perfect." Hodgins breathed, taking in that everything seemed to go as planned. He saw his target enter the lab and walk towards Cam on the platform. The woman stood at the bottom of the steps talking with the pathologist. "Damn, get up there." Hodgins needed Anna to step on the platform. He hadn't planed for the delay in executing his plan.

Booth and Brennan strode into the lab, happy and in love. They had lunch together and he was going to spend a few extra minutes with his Bones in her office before heading over to the Hoover.

Booth and Brennan were immersed in their conversation and stood under Hodgins. Hodgins staked out the perfect moment for when the agent steeped up the platform to drop the bucket of slime on her. That'll teach her. In his observation of his target, Hodgins missed the flaw in his plan. One of the wires supporting the suspended bucket snapped, sending the bucket swinging towards the partners standing below the walkway in which Hodgins hid.

The bucket graced the side of Brennan's face and she instantly lost her balance. Booth crouched next to Brennan and tried to examine her face, but her hands were covering her face from him. Hodgins hands burned as the wire slipped form his hands, trying to pull at the wire before it impacted with Booth on the down swing. Before he could yell 'watch out', a scream of pain left Booth's lips. Hodgins looked down and saw that Booth was lying on his front; the bucket had hit him in the back. Even from up there Hodgins could see the black bruise forming on the side of Brennan's face, near right her eye.

Cam and Anna made their way over to the partners with security guards nearing too. Concern and astonishment was plastered on the faces of the nearing crowd. Hodgins quickly made his way to the partners. As he walked down the stairs towards the main floor of the lab, Hodgins thought about how wrong things went. In his mind Hodgins replayed how smoothly things were supposed to go. As he steeped on the main floor, his eyes caught the reprimanding eyes of his wife Angela. Busted. He was so buted.

OOPs, for Hodgins. If there's any confusion, Hodgins was on the walkway they have over the lab. I don't know what it's called, but they have their coffee and stuff there too.

Reviews will get you the next chap fast:) Yes, it will. This one took long because I was stuck on how to explain where the story was headed.