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Ok here's the end. Thanks everyone for sticking with me.

Epilogue

Booth slipped effortlessly along the wall of the bank, confronting the bank robber trying to make an escape. He dispensed of him with two shots to the chest, before aiming his gun to the figure to his right. There stood another masked robber holding a hostage as a human shield infront of him. Without hesitating, Booth pulled the trigger once, hitting the robber squarely in the head. The hostage was unharmed. Beside him he heard the instructor yell, "Time!"

Booth slipped his protective goggles, then ear plugs off. He grinned cockily to himself.

"Not bad Agent Booth."

"Thank you."

"I'll send my assessment to the Assistant Director. I don't think you'll have any trouble being certified as a field agent again."

Booth didn't think so either.

"Good to know." He gave the instructor a nod of thanks.

Booth was careful to pull off his muddy shoes before entering his house. The family he loved more than his own life was at the kitchen. Brennan feeding Christine her lunch. The little girl noticed her father's presence immediately.

"Dada!" She stretched her small arms out to him.

"Dada's more than a little dirty and stinky right now so I'll hold you after I've hit the shower Sweetheart." He pressed a kiss to his daughter's head.

"How'd it go?" Brennan asked.

"How'd you think it went?" He flashed her his cocky smile.

"You must have done extremely well, considering you appear to be elated."

"Yeah. Smoked Hogan's Alley. Not my personal best but considering I've just learnt to walk again not too long ago…"

He glanced at Christine smiling. He had worked to get back on his feet at about the same time that she had learned to take her first steps. She was his inspiration and Booth had worked hard at rehab, getting back into shape and being ready to be field tested for his job.

"And the mental tests?"

"I didn't hurt my head in the accident. That means I didn't forget anything."

"You fractured your skull. And you forgot how you ended up in the hospital. Did you forget that?"

Booth rolled his eyes at her. "No. I remembered eventually right?"

"So you're cleared for active field duty?"

Booth had returned to his job as an FBI Agent two weeks ago but had been confined to his desk.

"They still have to submit the assessment to the Assistant Director but the Instructor at Quantico pretty much gave me the thumbs up. Sweets already cleared me for all the mental, psycho mumbo-jumbo stuff. So we're good to go."

Brennan smiled. "I'm glad."

Booth beamed back at her, "I'm back in business baby!"

She laughed. "Caroline called."

"Yeah? About Pelant?"

"Yes. She thinks we have enough to put him away for a long time. Probably forever."

"You know someone like Pelant? He doesn't deserve to grow old and die in jail."

"You're thinking death penalty?"

"That's not my job. Caroline knows what she's doing."

"We still haven't tied him to all the murders, but we will. We're working on it."

"Yeah the last thing I want is Pelant getting some shrink to say that he should go to some looney bin where he'll be free to continue wreaking havoc."

"We'll give Caroline the evidence she needs. I'm confident."

"Good."

"So we can be partners again?"

"Yeah baby." Booth flashed her his charm smile.

Brennan laughed. He leaned in to capture her lips in his, enjoying a slow, passionate kiss.

Beside them, Christine whined, protesting being left out.

"I love you too Christine." Booth kissed her cheek, tasting pureed carrots on his lips.

Brennan gave him a gentle push. "You really do smell. Go take a shower. There could be bacteria and fungi that you had inadvertently picked up on your body on your trip down Hogan's Alley."

"Okay." Booth sighed exaggeratedly. "But after I'm nice and clean and this little one's down for her nap… maybe we could take a long nap of our own?"

"I'd like that."

Booth grinned, heading for the shower. She had taken their daughter and left him. He had almost died in a car accident. Pelant had almost gotten away with murder. Their lives had almost been destroyed. But now months later, things were finally right again. He was determined to put all that behind him and continue to build the life they now shared together. Who knew? Maybe she would ask him to marry her one day.

End