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This chapter has the phrase Alis Volat Propris in it which means She flies with her own wings

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Booth leaned back in his chair at the diner, watching out the window as his Bones cleared up a few things with Angela.

Booth didn't notice that someone walked up behind him, but the person was smart enough then to scare him.

"Seel?" he asked.

Booth turned and looked up. The man was tall, burly, with dark black hair and shining green eyes "Jason?"

Jason and Booth smiled and the two stood up and locked their hands, giving each other a brief "guy hug".

"Man, I haven't seen you since we all came back. You look great. How have you been?" Jason asked.

"I've been great," Booth said "Sit down."

Jason nodded and sat opposite of Booth, shaking out his black hair.

"So tell me, what have you been up too?" Booth asked "Staying out of trouble?"

"Oh yeah," Jason said leaning back "Everything is under control."

"No more alcohol?" Booth asked.

"Yeah, that's over with. The only thing I have is a couple beers, and I make sure I'm supervised," Jason said "How about you? Gambling anymore?"

"Nope," Booth said "I was tempted when I took a case in Vegas, but Bones kept me in line."

"Bones?" Jason asked.

Booth motioned out the window "That's my Bones."

"The brunette?"

"Yup," Booth said proudly.

"She's beautiful," Jason said.

"That's an understatement," Booth added.

"She's your girl?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, finally," Booth groaned.

"Finally?" Jason asked, very confused "And why do you call her Bones? What do you even do for a living anymore?"

Booth laughed "I'm with the FBI now. Bones, is my partner. She is a forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian. We solve crimes."

"Ok, one question down," Jason said, cracking his knuckles.

"I call her Bones, because she works with bones," Booth said.

"Two down."

"And, we have been partners for years. And I can't remember a time when I didn't love her, but I drew a line, saying that work partners shouldn't be involved romantically…"

"Idiot!" Jason screamed.

Both chuckled and Booth nodded "Yeah, I realized that. After awhile I just cracked, I told her how I felt and apparently the feelings were reciprocated."

Brennan entered the diner and walked over to the two "Booth, who's this?" she asked.

Booth motioned for her to sit next to him, and she complied. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and lightly kissed her temple "Temperance Brennan, this is Jason Mariner, an Army buddy of mine. Jason this is my Bones."

"Your Bones?" Brennan asked skeptically.

Jason chuckled "She's a feisty one isn't she?"

"Yes she is," Booth said, pulling Brennan closer to him "And a genius."

"A genius?" Jason asked.

"Well I wouldn't say…no I would say I'm a genius," Brennan said with a smile.

"And so humble," Jason said with a laugh.

"Well when you can identify and solve a murder in less than 3 days, you earn the right to not be humble anymore," Brennan said with a smile.

Booth chuckled and picked up a piece of her hair, twirling it between his fingers "Yeah, she's taught me a lot. Now I don't feel as stupid, even though I still feel stupid around her and her squints."

"Squints?" Jason asked.

"Individuals with very high IQ's," Brennan said.

"The scientists of the Jeffersonian. The FBI calls them Squints," Booth verified further.

"Ah," Jason said, inclining his head in understanding "So what all have you been teaching Seeley boy over here?"

"Well, he is considerably more knowledgeable in the skeletal structure of humans, along with anthropologically correct guidelines. He has become better at critically thinking, and I in turn have learned a lot from him. I am able to connect with those who we interrogate or the families of the victims," Brennan said, reaching over Booth's lap to take his hand in hers.

"Aw, you just said something nice," Booth said with a smile.

"No, I made a practical observation," Brennan said simply.

Booth rolled his eyes and Jason howled in laughter "Ah Seel, she's a keeper."

"You know it," Booth said "She's independent and very stubborn at some times, but I love her."

Brennan blushed and looked to her hands that rested in her lap.

"And you can still make her blush?" Jason asked.

"Apparently," Booth said with a smile, leaning forward to kiss her temple again.

Brennan smiled and squeezed his hand. Booth returned the reassuring squeeze and sighed happily "She's been teaching me Latin too."

"Latin?" Jason asked "Say something in Latin."

Booth chuckled and stroked Brennan's hand "I figured this one out all by myself Bones, you will be proud."

Brennan chuckled and brought her head up to look at him "Then say it. I will translate."

"Alis volat propris," Booth said happily.

"And that means…?" Jason asked.

"She flies with her own wings," Brennan translated.

"Sounds like a state motto," Jason said.

"It is," Brennan recalled "Oregon state motto."

"But," Booth interjected "I wasn't thinking about Oregon, I was thinking about how independent and strong that you are," he said, lightly poking her chest where her heart is "And that no matter how many times you get knocked down, you get right back up, and kick the ass of the person who knocked you down."

"Aw, how sweet," Jason said before looking at his watch "Oh, its 12:30. I gotta go or I'll be late," he said jumping up.

Brennan slid from Booth's grasp, to allow him to get up. The two shook hands and said good-bye, exchanging their cell phone numbers so they could 'stay in touch'.

Brennan slipped into the booth and Booth sat beside her. Once he was situated and comfortable, Brennan reached over and brushed her finger tips over his jaw.

She turned his head and gave him a passionate and hungry open mouthed kiss.

When their lungs where burning they pulled back. "What was that for?" Booth asked, a content smile grazing his lips.

"I love you," she whispered.

Booth smiled and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear "I love you too," he replied, leaning forward to kiss her forehead.

"I think you missed," she said playfully "Kiss down here," she said, pulling his mouth to hers again.

Booth smiled into their kiss, and reluctantly pulled away "You sure you want to do this in public?"

Brennan sighed and looked around the diner, looking at the different looks of the occupants. Some looking at them in disgust, others looking at them with glazed over eyes in awe, helpless romantics. "You're right let's go," she said, crawling over him and pulling on Booth's hand, as he threw money on the table.

"Geez Bones slow down," Booth said as she almost literally dragged him out of the diner.

"I fly with own wings remember?" Brennan asked, shooting a coy smile over her shoulder to him.

"At that you do babe," Booth said, surprising her by throwing her over his shoulder.

"AH!" she screamed before laughing "Booth put me down!"

"Ok," Booth said, opening the passenger side door of his SUV and sitting Brennan in the seat, her legs hanging out of the door, her facing him.

Booth put his hands on each side of her hips and leaned up to place another searing and hungry kiss on her lips.

Brennan moaned and brought her hands to his back as he took his kisses down her throat, nipping and sucking at different sensitive spots.

"Booth," she said in a breathy voice "We have to get out of here before we get arrested."

Booth pulled back and sighed "You're right…"

Brennan smiled coyly "I have an idea…"

"Sirens?" Booth asked.

"Sirens." Brennan said with a nod.