AN: Alright, I know, it's short. But it's Friday, and I'm going out, but I had to make sure that I have my people (or our people) what they wanted, because I can't miss a countdown day! So as I sit here and wait for my ride, makeup less, with sucky hair and a tank top and jeans on (still need to get dressed) I give unto you the next chapter!

And So, On the Seventh's Day of Bonesness my true love (where ever that bastard is) gave to me

Brennan squeeling in glee (LMFAO how funny would that be?)


Brennan took in a sharp breath and closed her eyes. Running through her thoughts that formed in her mind.

She didn't believe in marriage, but a relationship is about compromises right? And Booth believed in marriage, and truthfully he has given up so much for her, how could this hurt her?

Besides, they loved each other, and he was right, they truly have been together for over 4 years, so why was she just standing there, looking down into his nervous brown eyes.

"Yes," she whispered almost inaudibly, but she knew he heard it because in the next second she was swept up into his arms and was being swung around in circles.

Booth stopped and held her face as she tilted slightly, leveling on her feet and crushing her lips to his, no words were needed, he knew that she was sure, just by the way she held onto him, or the way she kissed him, told him that she was sure.

"I love you so much," Booth whispered against her lips.

"I love you too, Booth. More than I thought I was capable of," Brennan whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck slowly and was lifted off her feet, and hoisted into his arms, bridal carry position.

"Practicing?" Brennan asked gently, her soft chuckle making his stomach flip.

Booth laughed softly and nodded "Yup," he said as he met her lips again and crossed the threshold to her bedroom.

*****

Booth strode into the Jeffersonian, an evident skip in his step as he bounced his way past the squints, each one of them turning towards him slowly, suspicion evident in the way they just seemed to stare.

"Yes?" Booth asked.

"Why are you so happy?" Hodgins bluntly asked.

"Hmmm, I don't know if I should say," Booth said with a blissful smile "Where's Bones?"

At the mention of her name a loud squeal echoed out from Brennan's office, which Booth and Angela took as an alarm and ran to her office door.

"Bones are you ok?" Booth asked frantically.

"Yeah why wouldn't I be?" Brennan asked excitedly, bouncing in her seat.

"Uh, you just squealed," Angela said "Really loudly."

Brennan's face fell as she gave her best friend a death stare "I resent that."

"Well resent it or not but I'm pretty sure Obama heard it from here," Angela said.

Booth held his hand up before she could protest with her large, scientific words "Why did you scream?"

"Squeal," Angela corrected with a smile.

"Because I received very good news," Brennan said.

"So you admit it, you squealed!" Angela said with a smile.

Brennan sighed and nodded "Yes I did."

"Well what's the good news?" Booth asked.

"My article on the measurement of the tympanic ring to estimate incubation time in fetal remains is going to be published in the Oxford's Journal of Forensic Anthropology," Brennan said happily.

"Wow," Booth said in awe "Way to go Bones."

"I know I'm so excited," Brennan said, turning to Angela who was still staring at her manically "What?"

"You squealed," she said with a last laugh and walked out of her friend's office.