Ok guys final chapter. I hope you're not disappointed. You all seem to have been enjoying the story and are happy with characterisation so my muse is definitely pleased. Enjoy!

Brennan opened the door to her apartment with Booth following closely behind, his arms full of take out boxes and bottles of beer. They'd stopped off at Wong Foos on the way home at Booth's request. Brennan had been shocked as he'd said it but Booth quickly explained it away as another random memory coming to the surface.

'I'll go and get the plates. Do you want a glass for your beer?' Brennan turned round to face Booth before going off in the direction of the kitchen.

'No I'm okay B...Bren.' Booth ground his teeth. Pretending to still have the amnesia was a lot harder than he'd originally thought. No matter though, he was going to probe her after dinner. He was determined to get to the truth, he just wasn't sure how he was going to accomplish his aim yet. He was sure that she loved him. He couldn't and wouldn't believe that she could kiss him like that and not mean it.

'Booth you OK? Do you need me to get your pills?' She had reappeared and he was so lost in thought he hadn't noticed.

'No I'm good Bones. I'm just hungry.' He gasped quietly when he realised his mistake. He looked at her to see if she'd noticed. She had. Her eyes bore into his almost pleading with him to show signs of remembering it all.

'Sorry Bren, habit.' He smiled sheepishly at her and hoped she'd let it go. She sat down quietly, visibly disappointed.

'It's alright Booth.' She sounded like it was anything other than OK. She leaned forward and grabbed one of the take out containers. Booth cringed inwardly. He hated this. She was clearly in pain and he was the cause of it.

Dinner was eaten quietly. Booth asked her general questions about work that day but he got one word answers. It wasn't until after he started on his second beer that he decided to put his albeit rough plan into action.

'So...are we never going to talk about the fact I kissed you today?' Brennan sat up as straight as a rod. She hadn't expected him to mention it so soon, especially so conspicuously.

'Umm...well, what is there to talk about?' She stumbled over her words and refused to look at him.

'Well, where do we go from here?'

'Booth I don't know what that means. We were both clearly emotionally drained and our inhibitions got the better of us. There's nothing else to say really.' She'd gone into scientist mode. Booth wasn't going to accept her damned logic now.

'Really? You don't think that there might be something between us considering that this isn't the first time we've kissed.' Booth was successfully keeping his emotions in check for now.

'Oh come on Booth that was so I could get the trailer for my Dad and Russ. I thought you'd remembered the whole story.' She said indignantly. She didn't like where this conversation was going. She was too vulnerable and Booth stood a good chance of bypassing all her walls tonight. She wasn't ready for that; not until she had all of him back, and even then she wasn't sure she'd ever be ready.

'I did but I think it's bullshit!' Booth was getting angry now.

Brennan recoiled. Shocked at his usual calm demeanour being overtaken by rage.

'What do you want me to say Booth?' she sighed tiredly.

'I want you to tell me the truth Temperance.' He had her attention then, her blue orbs boring into his. Even the new Booth didn't call her Temperance unless it was something vitally important.

'The truth is I...' she couldn't say I love you, not now. She'd be just a husk of a human being when he didn't return her feelings. Booth didn't want her that way she was sure of it.

'The truth is you're my best friend. I'm struggling to deal with your memory loss and it was comforting to be kissed by you.' She lied, quite convincingly she thought but Booth's blood boiled then.

'Why can't you just tell me the truth?!'

'I am telling you the truth Booth.' Her voice raised slightly in response to his outburst.

'No, you're telling me the same lie you tell yourself everyday because you're so afraid of letting me in.'

'What do you mean? You're already in. Why do you need to be in anymore? You already know more about me than anybody else I know; including me. Except you don't because you don't remember.' She said exasperatedly. She stood up and turned away from him. Booth followed her.

'I do know you better than anyone, but the one thing I don't know is how you feel about me. You must know by now that the line was a way to protect me against having to feel guilty if we were involved and you got hurt in the field?' He ran his hands through his hair nervously. The cat was out of the bag now and Brennan clearly noticed.

'The line? You remember don't you? All of it?' She spoke quietly and deliberately. She wanted to make sure she understood exactly what he was saying. Booth hung his head in shame but nodded.

'How long have you know?' Her voice was still level without giving away the amount of effort it was taking her not to explode in anger.

'Since I went out for my walk. I went to see Teddy in the cemetery. I remembered when you came to rescue me and then it all came flooding back.' His puppy dog eyes were in full use now, mixed in with shame.

Brennan was shocked at how quickly the rage built up inside her. She hadn't felt anger like this since Booth's fake funeral and he'd turned up smiling at her as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She nodded a few times as if processing all the information. Then she lunged at him. He'd lied to her again. Booth was too quick and grabbed her fist.

'Whoa there Bones, calm down.'

'Calm down?!' She was incredulous. Was he actually suggesting she was overreacting? 'Booth you lied to me...again! And you expect me to act like nothing happened?!'

'Bones I did it so that I could find out whether you feel the same way I do?'

'And how is that exactly? Betrayed? Disappointed?' She swung at him again, and again he was ready. He reflected her fist and pulled her to him with his other hand. She tried to resist him and fought to get out of his embrace.

'No. Loved. I love you.' He looked straight at her then and when her eyes met his she was in no doubt he was in earnest. She stopped fighting and was speechless for the second time that day. She didn't know what to say to that. Booth began to speak again softly, 'I don't want to stifle you or conquer you. I want us to have the same approach to this as we do in our professional partnership. I want us to be true partners.'

Brennan was still lost for words. 'Come on reciprocate' she chided herself. 'Tell him you love him too', but she couldn't form the words and looked like a deer in headlights. Booth was staring at her willing her to respond but when one wasn't forthcoming his arms loosened around her and he turned to pick up his jacket and shook his head. He'd made the leap. He'd finally plucked up the courage to tell her the truth and she hadn't even answered him. He was about to walk past her when she put her hand on his arm to stop him. She took a deep breath and looked up at him. He looked so dejected. Her hand came up to cup his face and she went up on tip toes to reach his lips. The spark on contact was evident, as it had been the previous times they'd kissed. They both closed their eyes and Booth threw his jacket in the general direction of the couch before his arms came up to rest on her back to get her closer to him. They both breathed in simultaneously and then Brennan licked at Booth's mouth begging entrance. He obliged and moaned when her tongue met his. They duelled backwards and forwards for a few seconds before she pulled back and looked at him. She owed Booth the truth. God knew she'd lied to herself long enough. Booth looked at her quizzically and she took a deep breath. 'I...I love you.' She let go of the breath she'd been holding and looked up at him expectantly. In return she got the biggest Charm Smile she'd seen from him yet. She smiled in return and they both leaned in and kissed, mouths open readily. Booth's hands tangled in Brennan's hair as her hands found the bottom of his T-shirt travelled up to his biceps where her fingers started to caress him softly. They both moaned at the sensation of skin on skin. A thought came to Booth then and he decided to push his luck. He pulled back from the kiss and Brennan frowned. She started to lean into him again when he bent down and swept her off her feet. She squealed in surprise but was smiling at him as her arms came to rest behind his head.

'Now about that baby Dr Brennan.' Booth raised his eyebrows suggestively. She giggled and decide to play along. She put on a straight face and said innocently, 'What baby would that be Agent Booth?'

'The one we're about to make. You ready to break the laws of physics?' His voice dropped seductively. Brennan beamed, 'Anthropologically speak...' She didn't get to finish before Booth cut her off with a kiss and moved towards the direction of her bedroom. He didn't have a clue whether they were going to stand the test of time, but he did know that they'd both fight to stay together. The centre would hold...always.

The End

There we go guys. I know they're a little out of character in this one but my romantic side wanted some fun. If you liked it, let me know. Press that little button. Thank you to all who left me feedback, you've made it worth the effort.