Update! Yeah, it took us a while and you've all been really patient, and for that we thank you. This chap lives up to it's M rating. Read on...

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"What the hell?" Booth questioned, bringing a hand to the affected area. The unexpected punch caused him to bite his tongue and the sting made him lose his cool.

"How could you do that to me?" Brennan accused, filling him in on her newest revealed memory.

Booth grunted. "Look, we've been over this before. There was a protocol..."

"I know." She interrupted, suddenly losing her anger and regaining some sense. Booth felt like a jerk at hearing her soft tone and stepped closer.

"Hey, it's okay. I understand this whole situation is difficult for you. I'm sorry I lost my cool for a sec there, but I wasn't expecting for you to hit me." He was still rubbing the affected area.

"You make me feel...different." Brennan revealed her frustration at feeling a stir of emotions where he was concerned.

"You think you're the only one that feels that way?" Booth questioned with disbelief, cupping her face in his hands. "Baby, you make me crazy too." He held her gaze, hoping to convey his emotions across to her. "You make me crazy in the best way." He clarified, clearing the distance between them and fusing his lips to hers.

Brennan welcomed the kiss, shifting the mood from chaste to full of need. Their tongues touched and a fire began to burn low in her belly.

Booth felt her grip the back of his t-shirt, making their bodies press front to front. All his tightly leashed control flew out the window and reminded him of how much he's wanted to show her his need and love for her.

Brennan swallowed his groan of pleasure as her hands snaked under his tee to caress his back. The man made her feel out of her element, her comfort zone and yet she trusted him.

They broke their kiss panting, but that didn't stop them from continuing. His lips landed hot open mouthed kisses across her jaw.

"Booth...show me." Brennan breathed in his ear, nipping at his earlobe while simultaneously thrusting her hips against his. She wasn't really sure of what she was asking for, but she knew he'd deliver.

"For you...anything." He spoke in between kisses. He felt her tug at his tee and in one swift move he was bare from the waist up. Brennan ran her hands across his chest and felt his own hands mold to her breasts. A moan escaped her lips as he began kneading the round mounds in his hands.

"Bones." He whispered, his lips left trailing kisses down her neck as he approached her breasts. She was wearing some sort of sleep tank allowing his lips to close around one nipple with little barrier in between.

"Yes." Brennan threw her head back, threading her fingers through his hair as his lips tended one nipple and his fingers tweaked the other. She was near the edge already and little clothing had been discarded. He was good...really good!

After spending some time on her breasts, he began steering them towards his bedroom, clothes flying in every direction. They bumped into his couch, stumbling to the carpeted floor. Laughter filled the otherwise silent living room.

She was down to only barely there panties and Booth lowered his head to continue kissing every inch of her skin possible. In response to his heated kisses Brennan ran her hands down his back, digging her nails to indicate her need. She gave his ass a quick squeeze before slipping her hands between their bodies, shoving his boxers down his legs.

His lips returned to hers as he allowed one hand to move to her center. He traced her lips before dipping one finger into her, her underwear long gone.

"Tell me you feel it too." Booth mumbled against her lips when their kiss ended, bitting her bottom lip softly. Brennan understood he was referring to more than just the release they were both spiraling towards. She did feel a deep connection passing between them and she nodded, wrapping an arm around his neck to press their bodies closer.

He added a second finger to pump her more fully as her own fingers curled around his hardness.

It would be impossible to stop so far into the moment and when she begged him for more he could only comply.

"Ohhhyesss!" She hissed with pleasure at the feel of him entering her smoothly, filling her deliciously.

He began with slow thrusts and soft caresses but when her tongue turned their newest kiss into a passionate frenzy he picked up the pace.

As wave after wave of pleasure washed over her Brennan dug her nails into his back once again, screaming his name loudly. He followed her over the edge seconds later, chanting her name horsely against her ear.

Several moments later he rolled off her, bringing her with him so it was her turn to be sprawled on top. The kiss he landed on her scalp and the soft circles he was drawing across her back told Brennan what they'd just shared wasn't meaningless sex.

They shared a connection that was deeper than the physical and instead of feeling overwhelmed by the revelation she felt complete. She'd finally grasped that previously eluding missing link between them. They were good together. Damn near perfect and there was no other place she'd rather be than in his arms at that precise moment.

As their breathing leveled Brennan placed a kiss over his sternum, hugging him tightly.

Before either of them had a chance to ponder the consequences of their actions, their day caught up with them and fell asleep.

B&B

Booth awoke again during the early hours of the morning, and was instantly aware of the events of the previous night. He knew, just knew Brennan was in his arms and his gut told him she wasn't running.

He opened his eyes only to find her watching him. He smiled and she returned it.

"I've never felt this way before." Brennan murmured. She'd fantasized about her partner's skills in the bedroom, but what they'd shared only hours before surpassed any expectations or short recollections she had of their previous encounters. The way his hands caressed her and the way his lips landed the most delicious kisses on her skin was just…the way he venerated her form with every look…but most importantly, the happy yet peaceful smile he sported while he slept.

"I'm sorry." Booth worried she'd suddenly regretted what they'd done. "I'm sorry I slugged you…and twice for the same reason. I just can't believe you faked your death." She raised a hand to his face, keeping her touch light. Booth closed his eyes to enjoy the contact. "Wait, I'll get something for that." She announced as she left the bed, taking in the slight bruise on his face.

He watched her head towards the bathroom with the guilt of having struck him etched in her features. Last night was perfect, incredible. It'd been such a long time since he'd had her happy and in his arms. She'd looked at him with love, yelled his name as she rode out the pleasure HE gave her.

"What's on your mind?" Brennan inquired from the door jam with a balm in her hands.

"Everything…nothing…why?"

"Is last night's activity included in your 'everything and nothing'?" She asked with a smile dedicated to his hardness. He gave her a half smile and the pull reminded him of her jab.

"Weren't you going to tend to my wound?" He questioned. "It hurts." He added with a fake pout.

"Don't be a child, Booth."

"Baby, Bones, baby." He smiled, correcting her even though her use of the phrase was still appropriate. "You've got a good punch for a woman." He commented.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She came closer to the bed, offended by the implication of the comment. Booth took advantage of the situation, grabbing her wrists and pinning her beneath his body.

"That I consider you a strong woman." He whispered against her lips. She was about to protest when his lips silenced her. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed.

"Great response." Her smile returned. "But that won't you get you off the hook." She smiled victoriously, knowing she'd used the phrase correctly. She grabbed the balm and applied it on the affected area, using a soft and efficient movement with her fingers.

"Mmm…I like this." Booth stated with closed eyes. "I don't mind an occasional punch or two if you're gonna treat me like this after."

"What, this?" Brennan continued with her task.

"You know that's not what I mean." He took the balm from her hands and tossed it across the room. "I've waited a long time to be like this again." His breath ghosted along her neck as his hands traveled up and down her back. "And once is not nearly enough." He flipped them.

Brennan wasn't all that sure how she ended up beneath him, but it didn't matter because all she could focus on was his weight above her, his lips trailing kisses on her breasts while one of his hands made its way south.

"Booth…more…" Once wasn't enough for her either. A repeat after another was called for. It scared her how much she depended on him to be happy.

Yet, all thoughts dissipated when she felt him kiss her thighs. She ran her hand through his short hair in such a tender way that it was all Booth could do to not smile. He loved her. And even if she couldn't remember, she loved him too.

Thoughts and doubts once again disappeared when his mouth landed on her most needy zone. His tongue trailed her lips, reaching that spot…

"Oh, oh… Booth, please, don't stop…" She released a hushed moan.

She was melting with pleasure and he loved it, but his aching member reminded him of the satisfaction they could both achieve with him inside her.

She grunted in protest when his mouth left her entrance and grunted with excitement when she felt his mouth return to her breasts.

He reared back to stare into her eyes.

"You ready?" Brennan nodded. That was all he needed and with a careful stroke, filled her, never breaking eye contact. She grabbed his neck, kissing him passionately as she allowed her hips to meet his, increasing the pace and intensity as they went.

She felt his touch and lips everywhere and she was almost gone. All she needed…

She slipped a hand between their bodies, headed to where they were joined. Booth intercepted her movement and replaced her hand with his, caressing her bundle of nerves just the way he knew she needed it until he felt her contract and grip him tighter.

"Booth…yes, yes, Booth!" She shouted as the orgasm hit her.

"Bones…" He panted, collapsing against her. He brushed aside the sweaty locks clinging to her forehead and cupped her cheeks with his hands to kiss her lips sweetly.

She'd never felt special with anyone. Never. Maybe she loved him, she thought, feeling terror creep into her mind.

But then he kissed her again and she felt happy and worry-free.

He slipped out of her, placing her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, cherishing her like a prized doll.

"I got you, baby."

Those comforting words he gave her after Dr. Leacock's attack came to mind. He'd hugged her the same way then, making her feel like nothing bad could get to her. Nothing could burst their buble.

Except a ringing cell phone did. His to be exact.

The agent grunted, reaching for his cell phone.

"The FBI? Really, at this hour?" Booth narrowed his eyes at the number displayed on the screen.

"You have to answer." Brennan tiredly stated.

"Yeah, I guess so." He let out a sharp exhale. "Booth…Yes, sir….No, sir…Why me?...No, sir, of course I'm not questioning your orders. I'll be there in an hour." He hung up and sat up to get ready.

"What's going on?"

Booth sighed.

"It's classified. I'll be out for a few days, three maybe four days." He thought about it for a second. "But knowing how unpredictable these things can be I might be out longer. Probably a week."

"I understand."

They shared a quick bite and although she'd manifested her support, Brennan hardly spoke through their meal. He drove her to her place on his way to the Hoover. He gave her a soft peck on the lips, but she was quick to deepen the kiss.

"Please, be careful." She wanted to tell him 'don't be a hero', but those words were filled with sorrow for some unexplained reason.

"I will. Don't worry; I'll be back before you know it. You'll see." He gave her one last kiss.

Brennan stayed on the sidewalk, watching him drive away. The internal struggle between reason, feelings and dozens of memories all collided, making it difficult to compose herself.

Three days. He will return in three days.

B&B

Three days became a week and even though Booth warned her it could happen, she didn't really think she would have to go an entire week without having contact with him. Her time at the Jeffersonian was spent mostly in bone storage.

Keeping herself busy with identifications didn't help her keep her thoughts from wandering into the different horrifically dangerous scenarios her partner could be involved in. Her efforts paid off, like they always did, completing a record breaking number of identifications.

On the seventh day she finally headed into her office. She needed a more forms before continuing with her bone storage identifications.

She opened the first drawer and spotted a marble and a small dolphin. A smile graced her lips without her permission. She placed the forms she needed on her desk and searched her drawers for anything that could lead to a new memory. Her search ended when she found a paper.

The paper.

All of a sudden everything made sense.

B&B

He hated secret missions. It hadn't always been the case, but ever since he partnered up with Brennan they made him feel as if he was abandoning her.

And this last assignment was so fucking inopportune!

When he FINALLY had her, not just physically but emotionally as well, he'd been pulled away.

The three to four days ended up being a week. Seven long days with her incrusted in his mind when his concentration had to be focused on the operation. A single error could have led to casualties and he couldn't let that happen.

But at last it was over. The seven days were behind him now and a plane landed him in D.C. He headed straight for the lab, where he knew he'd find her even though it was past eight.

He crossed the double glass doors and saw Micah.

"Have you seen Bones?"

"She was in her office, but then she left."

"Did she say where she was going?" The guard just shrugged.

Booth entered her office and found her desk neatly arranged with only a single sheet of paper on its surface. He picked it up and as soon as his eyes scanned the information, he knew where to find her.

B&B

Although he knew where she'd be, Booth couldn't hold back a sigh of relief when he spotted Brennan seated on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.

"Hey." He greeted, dropping next to her.

"Hey." She answered without facing him.

They stayed in silence for a while, watching the city. Booth placed a hand over hers.

"This is where we really began." Brennan whispered, her gaze fixed on their joined hands.

"You've remembered?"

"Everything."

She remembers! XD any guesses on what the contents of 'the paper' are?

In the next chapter you'll know what happened;) Reviews are encouraging:)