So, like I promised, Sweets redeems himself. And nobody should worry, I've got some ideas floating around in my head so all of this isn't fluffy and nonsense...like I usually write XD.

Chapter Seven:

-Sunday Night-

The weekend had been nothing but pure bliss. Brennan and Booth had spent what was left of Friday and that night in Brennan's bedroom with the door locked. It had been too late to start moving his stuff halfway across town, so Brennan had suggested going back to her place for a little 'R&R'. The pair decided to get a decent night's rest though, and nodded off about midnight.

Saturday morning greeted them at about eight o' clock. However, morning friskiness didn't have them getting up until well past nine. That day was spent hauling Booth's belongings over to Brennan's apartment and some of the bigger items to a storage locker that Brennan had started renting with the intent to ask him to move in with her.

Now, as Booth sat on the couch amongst the piles of boxes and tubs that were scattered around her living room, he couldn't imagine himself any happier. Here he was, living with his pregnant Bones. It was almost too far gone to be a reality.

What was even better was she'd turned up with his good bottle of scotch and a single glass. "What are you thinking about?" she asked as she poured him an inch of the brown liquid.

"Nothing really. Just happy." he accepted the glass she offered and motioned for her to sit down next to him. Brennan accepted his invitation and had just gotten comfortable alongside him when her doorbell rang.

She groaned loudly and sprinted to the oak door that separated her apartment from the hallway outside. It was a little more than surprising when Dr. Lance Sweets stood on the other side.

"Yes?" her tone was completely flat.

"I went by Agent Booth's and it was empty. I thought he might be here." Sweets didn't sound good at all. His voice was somewhere between intoxicated and a frog in his throat.

"You were right, but what is it that you want?" Brennan asked.

"I need to talk to the two of you. Mend bridges and olive branches and all of that." he stated.

Brennan breathed, "I know that this is awkward, but both of us aren't really inept to talking right to you right now." she tried to close the door, but his foot formed the wedge to keep it open.

"When are either of you wanting to talk to me? Listen, I know that you both think that I'm the reason you two got the short end of the stick, but you're wrong." Sweets said, exasperated. "Ten minutes, that's all I need."

She looked at him quizzically, thinking maybe he was trying to pull the wool over her eyes just to make himself feel better. But there was something about his disheveled appearance that made Brennan take some pity on him. She opened the door wider and motioned him in.

Booth had heard the entire conversation, despite how hushed and whispered it was. "What do you mean it's not your fault we got the shaft?"

Sweets sighed, "When I went to Cullen to give him my analysis, I told him that the pros of keeping the two of you together outweigh the cons. I told him the two of you are too valuable to the F.B.I to separate you, knowing that Dr. Brennan won't work with anyone else." he stated.

Brennan looked at Sweets, then to Booth, who was staring at her. "What do you think?" she asked him.

Booth hated to admit that he thought that the little rug rat was telling the truth. They had no one else to blame should he say so. It wasn't fair to Sweets, though. "He's telling the truth."

The young psychologist felt a giant weight being lifted off his shoulders at the simple words and was relieved. Brennan's eyes remained fixed on Booth though, "Then why did Cullen seem so unhappy about splitting us when it was his own decision?"

"It wasn't. When I was meeting with Cullen, telling him all of this," he stated, making sure that they were aware that he hadn't betrayed them. "he got a phone call, and as it turns out, the ax came down above his head and his superior made the call."

Booth slouched, "Hacker."

Sweets nodded sullenly. "He even asked me if I thought that the two of you were more than just partners."

"What did you tell him?" Brennan asked, on the edge of the seat she'd taken now.

"It was before I heard about you two and way before I knew you were pregnant, so it was all just conjecture at the time. I told him that I doubted that the two of you could keep a secret very long. I was partially right." he added at the end.

The partners were both silent for a moment in thought, wondering what the best course of action was. Booth was the first to break the silence.

"You know that if it was his decision to split us, he wants me out of the way to ask you out." he stated.

"It's the only motive he had. Our working relationship hasn't changed at all since we started seeing each other like this." she reasoned.

"Well…what do you wanna do?" he asked.

Brennan thought about it for a few seconds. "Ignore it. We'll be back together in a month at the most. Besides, he can't steal me from you just because we're not working as a team." she got up and ruffled his hair. "I'm your Bones."

Booth chuckled and patted her hand gently, slightly more than happy that his own nickname for her floated on her voice so easily.

Sweets was fascinated by the transaction between the two of them. His suspicions of they're underlying love for each other had been confirmed long ago, but to see the actual outcome of that passion and misunderstanding had swelled his heart up with the thought that he did something good by them. "I'll see you tomorrow, Agent Booth." he signed off and showed himself out the door, leaving them to their own devices.

* * *

"Mr. Vaziri, did you make note of this cranial fracture?" Brennan asked her intern of the day.

It was near lunchtime that Monday in the Medico-Legal lab. The day had been spent Limbo skeletons and examinations that the museum needed conducted. It was almost weird how quietly and efficiently the lab and it's scientists worked.

"Yes, Dr. Brennan. It looked as though the fracture was caused by a singular sharp blow 'crack' to the top of the head with something rectangular like a pry bar." he confirmed as he scribbled the note on the clipboard in his hand.

"Dr. Brennan?" Cam stuck her head in the crack she made with the door into the bone room. "Director Hacker's in your office. I told him you were busy, but he insists on seeing you."

Brennan breathed slowly. In and out. "Alright. Excellent work, Mr. Vaziri. Continue and call if you need help." she said with a small smile. The intern smiled back a little and got an extra bounce in his step as he looked back at the skeleton.

Cam watched this transaction between student and teacher and had to wonder why she hadn't shoved Brennan to Booth in the past. She was becoming more personable while at the same time just being…happier. It was so peaceful, she could hardly believe it as she walked back to her own office.

Brennan saw through the windows of her office that Andrew Hacker had made himself comfortable on her couch. It irked her that the reason she wasn't out in the field, working on murders, with her partner, was cozy in her own sanctuary. She didn't acknowledge his presence as she strode in, shucking off her lab coat and sat herself behind her desk, checking her inbox.

"Uh…Hello?" she heard the voice from the couch, but didn't look up.

"Yeah?" Brennan replied as she scanned through the email from one of her students.

"You know, Dr. Brennan, I never did get that rain check from you? How does lunch sound?" he stepped up to her desk and gave her a broad smile.

Brennan met his eyes, "You must've heard, it's all over the F.B.I building that Booth and I are together." she said as she rubbed her eyes.

He seemed shocked, "Oh…that was true?"

"Yes, this time it's true. As to your other question, I have plans…" she trailed off.

"For awhile to come. I get it." he turned to leave.

"If you didn't know about us, then why did you motion Booth's and my separation?" she asked, slightly surprised that he didn't already know the news.

He looked back at her disappointedly, "Call it a last chance moment." he said and left.

Brennan sat in thought for a moment, but only a moment before her thoughts were alleviated by Booth walking towards her office with boxes from Wong Foo's.

"My boss try to hit on you again?" he asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, but he didn't know about us. Just moved for us to be broken up out of the goodness of his heart." she replied.

"Doesn't matter, right?" he stated as he kissed her hair.

She smiled at him, bright and honestly. "Right."

Awww...yes, yes, I know, it's fluffy to no end. Please review, though. I need the inspiration of your comments to keep this going. XD