AN: Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter & the one-shot. It's taken awhile to get to where I wanted with this fic. I'm bringing someone back in the next chapter & if you've read the summary again, you might know who. I was going to do it for this chapter, but it was too long, in my opinion, already.

Disclaimer: Who, me? No, I don't own Bones...

A lazy morning is something she hadn't had in a long time. But today, her morning was too lazy. She was strolling in at a quarter to eleven. Angela was going to have a field day.

Temperance expected Angela to be waiting for her, so there was no shock when she saw her friend on the couch. That's not what made her double take, though. Cam was also there, and grinning like a complete fool.

Brennan couldn't help but chuckle at her employer, "What?"

"You know what," Angela's smile was just as big as Cam's.

"C'mon, Dr. Brennan. Take a seat and let's all have some -"

"Girl talk?" Brennan knew it was coming, she just wasn't expecting Cam to be there. It wasn't like they weren't friends though, "Alright."

Bones pretended as though she was displeased and sighed heavily, even if she was excited. Both she and Cam winced as Angela let out her famous squee.

When Ange finally stopped, she said, "Tell us! Let it out! Cough it up, Bren!"

She had a look of deceit, "Hmm... I don't know, Ange. Booth is sort of a prude... well not with me, but -"

"Oh, sweetie, please! Don't tease us!"

"I would say, but I don't think Booth would approve."

Cam spoke up, "Its fine, Brennan. We're not going to say anything to Booth or anyone else."

"But - fine, fine, fine. I'm not really sure how this works... So you start. What do you want to know?"

Angela answered, "Everything, please! Like, does he have any marks on him?"

Cam took the liberty of answering that question, "No... Wait, does he?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"The kind you said you'd answer!" Cam nodded in agreement with Angela's comment.

"Yes, he does. Scars. Quite a few, actually. It brought back a lot of memories. Bad ones. It's kind of scary." She sighed and tucked her feet underneath her before continuing, "There's one from getting kidnapped by Gallagher. When my father and I found them, Booth was being tortured by him and his flunky. That's what Booth called him. They torched a screw driver and dug it in pretty deep into his inner thigh. It left a deep scar."

"You never mentioned the condition he was in when you found him," Angela offered.

"I remember that when I went to Icepick's apartment, we found the bounty hunter and at first she put up a fight. Then she fell and I punched her in the face... pretty hard, too. My dad had to prevent me from going at her like a savage," Brennan chuckled, "God. I was such a wreck. I almost cried twice, first in front of my father and then again when we actually found Booth."

"We never heard that version of the story."

"Because I was ashamed to tell it, I guess. I had let my emotions get the better of me. It was unprofessional of me, I... I didn't know. I'm not sure what I was thinking."

She took a breath.

"That's not the only one he has. There are some on his feet from when he was a soldier and others from getting blown up by my fridge. Those aren't really significant."

Cam asked, "How? They sound significant..."

"I meant those aren't ones that left me with scars, metaphorical scars... emotional scarring. There really were only two like that... You understand?" This was different for Temperance to be saying everything she felt and knew, but it's what she would have to do if she were going to change her robotic ways. She hoped she was doing fine.

Angela understood her friend. But she didn't know that having this talk, which was supposed to be about sex with Booth, would turn out like this. She saw that Cam was going to cut in, but Brennan kept on.

"Remember Pam? And the karaoke bar?" Pause. "I was fine with the singing. It was singing in front of not only you and the rest of the team, though, it was the entire bar. It was fun though; I enjoyed myself. Until... what happened happened. ... After I heard he had died I wasn't sure I would ever go into the field again. I wasn't even sure if I would be able to hold onto his memory. And then I saw him at his funeral, and I was flooded with emotions. Anger. Resentment. Hatred. All because he'd made me alone in this world-"

"Bren, you're never alone."

"But, I was. I've never loved a man, beside my father and Russ. And I had known that I loved Booth and I never got a chance to tell him. No one knew how bad it was for me. No one loved him like I did." Temperance saw Cam glance at her, "Oh, Cam. I'm sorry, I never meant to insinuate -"

"Brennan, stop. You're right. I never actually loved him more than as a friend. In all my years of knowing Seeley, I've never seen him happier than when he's with you."

"Thank you, Camille."

She smiled at the use of her name, "You're welcome, Temperance."

Angela cut into their moment, "What's the other one that caused emotional trauma?"

"Oh. That's the one from his brain surgery. That scar, there's something about it. It's so odd that when my hand brushed against it, I cried."

"It was that bad?"

"Uncontrollable crying when you're about to have sex? It tends to send the wrong message. Booth stopped immediately and said we didn't have to do anything I didn't want to," Temperance chuckled lightly. "As if it had been his fault."

Angela took a turn to ask, "Whoa. Wait, you did do it, right?"

Cam looked at her, bewildered. "Ange! You ruined the moment!"

"I'm sorry if I ruined this Kodak moment! But I wanna know! And I know you want to know, too."

"That's true. So... Brennan... C'mon, tell us."

"Yes. We did."

The women across from her waited in anticipation. When moments of awkwardness passed, Angela put her foot down. "Details!"

"Is that how you ask for things?"

"Ugghhh! Details... Please!?"

-

A half hour into details, Booth walked into Tempe's office and couldn't believe his eyes. She was sitting, her feet tucked under her, smiling, and speaking in an enthusiastic way. Her head rolled back and Booth thought back to the previous night: 'Ahh, last night... Wait a minute.'

Three sharp knocks made Temperance's head snap back up. "Uh, isn't there a floater I need identification on ladies?"

Cam spoke for all three women, "The file is on my desk, Booth; go get it."

But he was not leaving, even if Cam did persist. Seeley sat next to his girlfriend and draped an arm around the back of her chair. "So what are we talking about here?"

Like a chorus, "You."

"Well, you... and me... and last night."

He knew what they were expecting. They waited to see him turn red and grow quiet and be a prude. Boy, did he trick them by chuckling and asking, "Yeah? Which time last night?"

Angela's eyes widened in shock and Cam looked from Booth to Brennan to Angela. Even Brennan was shocked, but she had a devious smile plastered on. She decided to test him, "How about the first time? That was pretty intense."

Booth pulled Brennan onto his lap, "It was, but I think the best part of our night was when we came together."

"And that's my cue to leave," Cam broke her silence.

Angela persisted, "Cam! Come on! It's just getting good!" When were they going to get an opportunity to hear this again?

But Dr. Saroyan pulled Angie up and practically dragged her out of Brennan's office. 'Lord knows they need some privacy; those two were making out when we left.'

-

Bones pulled back, "Fantastic performance, Agent Booth."

"The pleasure was mine, Dr. Brennan. Even if I was telling the truth about last night."

She smiled up at him. How could she be so lucky? "So, any leads?"

"Actually, yeah. I was gonna go to the Hoover and pick up a file from Charlie. Wanna come with me?"

Brennan thought of the joke that went along with his last sentence and laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"I'll tell you later. Let's go."