A/N: This chapter was a surprise to me. I really thought that they would catch the killer in this chapter. Instead, the killer isn't going to be caught today. This is mainly a filler chapter. For everyone hoping to have another song, sorry. This just isn't the chapter for songs.

I just want to thank TempeGeller for being very supportive of this story and for adding a lot of good ideas. She's the best! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or High School Musical.

Chapter Ten

When they broke apart the entire lab broke out into cheers, whistles and applause. Booth and Brennan didn't see or hear any of it as they let their foreheads rest together. Brennan had never been so happy and told Booth that as she let her hand caress his face. Her other hand was securely in his and he brought it up to kiss the backs of her knuckles.

"I love you, Bones," he whispered. She smiled sweetly and pulled his face down to his so their lips could meet. Booth smiled into the kiss and they both laughed into the other's mouth in sheer relief.

"Ahhhhh! I can't believe I missed it!" Angela screamed as she ran over to them, dragging Hodgins behind her. Her hair was messed up and Hodgins' shirt was buttoned crookedly and untucked. Their lab coats were nowhere to be seen. "Sweetie, I'm so happy for you!" she gushed. Brennan and Angela half hugged, not wanting to let go of their loved ones hands for a moment.

While the girls hugged with their free arms, Booth and Hodgins gave each other a manly nod. "The virus caught you, too, hunh?" Hodgins said, smirking a little bit at the special agent. Booth gave him a sheepish smile.

"Yeah, it just came out, you know?" he admitted with embarrassment as Angela began to interrogate Brennan on how they finally admitted the truth to each other.

"Tell me about it," Hodgins commiserated. "I wanted Angela to know how I felt, but I didn't want a dance scene to go with it!"

"I wasn't planning on announcing it to the entire Jeffersonian," Booth groaned.

"Even worse than that is the fact that all the security feeds in the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal lab are transmitted live to the FBI headquarters."

"WHAT?!" Booth shouted. Brennan and Angela turned in surprise to see what Booth was so upset about. Brennan grabbed his hand with both of her hands.

"What's wrong, Booth?" she asked, caressing his knuckles with her thumbs.

"Did you know that the FBI is watching us through the security cameras right now?" Booth asked, a little bit panicked.

"Of course I knew, Booth. I actually told you about it and you said it was a good idea. Why are you so upset about it?" she answered soothingly.

"Everyone just saw our little…confession," Booth whispered harshly.

"Is it a…problem for you… I mean, to have people know about…us?" Brennan asked hesitantly. Her shy, insecure question pulled at Booth's heart and he placed his hand on her cheek, tilting her face up to his.

"No, of course it's not a problem," he reassured her, letting his fingers wander into her hair. "I don't care who knows that I love you. I just want to keep some things private, just between us."

"It's not like we had sex in the middle of my office, Booth," she said bluntly. Booth groaned and rolled his eyes. Angela and Hodgins smirked at each other, both because of the infamous security tape that they had starred in and because this argument was so typical of Booth and Brennan.

"I know, Bones, but I would rather have had our first declarations of love to be special, rather than just thrown out for the world to see."

"I thought it was special," she confessed softly, looking into his eyes. She let go of his hand to place her hands on his chest, framing his tie, "It took a lot of courage for you to begin singing in front of an audience without having any concrete proof that I would reciprocate your feelings. And it was very beautiful, even though you don't have a very good singing voice."

"Thanks a lot, Bones," he said sarcastically, but his smile was gentle, rather than mocking, and his eyes were sparkling with happiness. He let his hands fall from her elbows to lightly rest on her hips and draw her closer to him. She stroked his tie once, then let her hands slide over his shoulders and behind his neck.

"And it will be easier for me to lay claim to you when we have proof of our relationship broadcast at both of our places of work," she said with a smile.

"Lay claim?" he teased, letting his forehead touch hers as he trailed his hands over her back.

"Yes, anthropologically speaking, it is customary for a person in a relationship to publicly lay claim to the other person in the relationship, typically by an exchange of goods."

"That sounds ridiculous," he argued with a smile.

"One example is the exchange of wedding rings," she protested. "But since I think marriage is an outdated ritual that limits legal and personal rights, I won't lay claim to you that way. But a public display like this will work well enough for now," she said as she kissed him. He was surprised, but responded quickly, running his hands up and down her spine and letting one hand move into her silky hair.

"They are HOT!" Angela exclaimed, fanning herself with her free hand. "It's rather inspiring, don't you think?" she asked Hodgins suggestively.

"Yeah, it is!" he agreed, "And they also won me 200 dollars from Sweets!"

"You're thinking about money at a time like this?!" Angela exclaimed in disbelief. She smacked him playfully on the arm and then kissed him when he pouted.

"All right! Enough!" Cam shouted. "This is a forensics lab, for Heaven's sake! Can we act like professionals?"

Booth and Brennan broke apart guiltily. Angela and Hodgins showed no guilt at all as they continued to kiss. They finished their kiss after several moments and turned to Cam, completely unrepentant.

"We need to get back to work, people. We have a girl and her baby who need us to find their killer and give them justice. That's what we do here. We aren't a group of traveling singers!" Cam ranted.

"I…I was just waiting on the results of Hodgins' tests," Brennan explained hurriedly. "There's very little I can do with a body with this much flesh on it."

"Yeah, and I can't do much without Bones," Booth inserted. Cam glared at him and he hid behind Bones. "Cam always gets grumpy when she catches the virus," he whispered loudly to Brennan. Angela giggled and Hodgins tried, but failed, to contain a snorting chuckle. Brennan just looked interested.

"Where have you contracted the virus before?" she asked Cam.

"I lived in New York. There the virus is practically a childhood disease," she responded with attitude. "Now, if you don't get back to work in the next two minutes, I will fire every last one of you!" she exclaimed. Booth looked like he was about to say something and Cam pounced, "That includes you, Seeley," she snarled. Booth closed his mouth, then turned his attention to Brennan.

"Come on, Bones, lets go through the props again," he said, pulling at her lab coat. She still looked like she was going to protest, so he steered her into her office, away from Cam.

"But the FBI technicians have already been through all that," she complained as she let Booth pull her lab coat off her shoulders and hang it on the coat rack.

"Yeah, but it never hurts to look again," he said, replacing the lab coat for her jacket. "We'll just go for an hour or so to look around, then come back and check to make sure everyone's still alive."

"Technically, we've contracted the virus, so we should be quarantined," she said as he pushed her out of her office with his hand on her lower back. "And don't push me around," she complained, slapping his arm away from her. He grinned and engulfed her in a huge bear hug. Brennan squawked and protested, but the grin on her face told everyone that she didn't really mean it. Eventually she did find the will in her to push him away from her, but she grabbed his hand before whispering in his ear, "But I know a back way out of here that isn't patrolled by security."

"Sounds good to me," he whispered back. His warm breath on her ear made her shiver pleasantly, and her smile as he swung their clasped hands was very beautiful.

They managed to sneak out of the Jeffersonian easily, but with a lot of stops in the hallways to "make sure no one was coming" where he would pull her against him and kiss her neck, her cheeks, her forehead and her lips. He claimed that it was an old spy trick to scope out a place. Brennan bluntly told him that she didn't believe what he had said, but she was willing to try everything once…or eight times. They finally made their way across the Jeffersonian gardens to the parking garage and drove to the theater.

A/N: I hope this made you smile. If you have any questions, suggestions or comments, please don't hesitate to share them.