Title; When Danger Calls, I Know I Love You

Pairings: Booth/Brennan

Chapter: Chapter 6

Disclaimer: Okay, I think I've made it clear to Fox and everyone else that, since Booth is not constantly losing his shirt, neither Tessa nor Rebecca have been murdered, and I'm simply dealing with fanfics, I don't own Bones. Lots of evidence, and I'm not trying to claim I do own Bones…

Author's Note: Booth: Okay everyone, Hodgins has left the building, literally, and I am stuck writing this, wondering what him and Angela are up to… Oh well. She thanks the readers and reviewers for their patience, and this hopefully will keep you reading. You may also have noticed the change in rating, Ally decided that this story was not going to end up being M after all, as originally planned. Sorry everyone. She'd like to say this chapter is a little of everyone's POV. It starts as Bones'. She did this so it would be done faster and she could get done with the epilogue. With that, enjoy!

I couldn't believe it. Booth really didn't love me. I had finally decided to follow Angela's advice, and he rejected me. We had agreed to go back to the way things were, but how could we when we both knew what my feelings were? Now things were awkward, and I hadn't wanted that to happen. I wondered if Booth would ever be able to look me in the eyes again.

I sighed. Booth didn't love me, that was that. So why was I so worked up over it? Usually

I simply packed up and moved on, but I'd rather fight with Booth than be happy with someone else. That wasn't logical, it made no sense. It's because you have feeling's for him sweetie. I heard the voice I had named Angela say in my head. I sighed. Since I had named her, she had been sounding less and less like an irrational part of me and more and more like Angela, though no more rational.

After I had been released from the hospital, Booth, much to my protests, moved in across the hall, in apartment 2A. I wondered what he was thinking as I checked the time. 4:56 glared back at me. I sighed. Even if I went to bed now, it would make little difference, and I couldn't sleep anyway. Getting up, I went for a jog. I decided to get a mocha coolada on my way there.

"'Ther tila peas Sm?" I slurred. What I meant was "Another tequila please Sam?" He looked at me hesitantly. Then agreed.

"So are you going to tell me why you're getting pissed exactly?" Sam asked.

I took a breath. "Wy? Ell yo wy. Da grl I lof finly teld me shlofs meh, an I tel er I don fel da sam. Now ts akwrd tween s." Which meant "Why? I'll tell you why. The woman I love finally told me she loves me, and I told her I didn't feel the same. Now thing are awkward between us." But he seemed to understand. "It's that Bones lady, right?" He asked. I nodded drunkenly. Then Angela came in. "Wow Booth, you look terrible." She stated. I glared at her as threateningly as a man about to fall out of his chair and pass out on the floor could, and she smiled.

"Ya tink Ang?" I slurred, tequila pouring out of my mouth as I did, I didn't notice and she laughed.

"You know, Bren misses you. She's sorry for whatever she did to you, I heard her muttering today "God I'm an idiot. I shouldn't of said that. I wish he'd come back." Her words exactly Booth."

It wasn't a lie, exactly. I had heard her muttering to herself about it. I knew Booth must of really been drunk to be slurring that much, and that man knew how to hold his liquor. I tried not to laugh too much, but it was hilarious. I tried to think of how to go about this casually as he replied what sounded like "O ya? Wl, den se shld polgize, uh? S er dam fault fer telin me e fckin…" It was hard to make out, but I assumed he meant "Oh yeah? Well then she should apologize, huh? It's her damn fault for telling me she fucking…" Then he realized who I was and refused to say what exactly she said.

"Maybe she's scared? If you talked to her, maybe she'd be able to…" I spotted Hodgin's coming in. He nodded to me, and I needed to get Booth out quickly then. "to tell you she's sorry for what she did. You know what? I know where she is, come with me." And I stood up, gesturing for him to follow.

"Ya? Ya dink?" He asked.

"Yeah Booth, come on." And I led him to my car. He got in and I led him to the Jeffersonian. I looked at the clock. How Hodgins managed to find Bren at 5:00 a.m. in the morning. I may never know, but if she was headed to work, I would kill her. I led him inside the Jeffersonian towards her office.

We had found the perfect place yesterday. It was a rather small room, and it had only a couch and a lamp on an end table. It would force them to be close to each other, and if they wanted to sleep, they would be forced to do so on the couch, near each other. Apparently, it was an old storage room, and it was just big enough to walk in and sit on the couch, not enough room to sleep on the floor.

I led him almost to Brennan's office, and, when he least expected it, stuffed him into the closet. We had set up a camera in there, so that we could see the progress we were doing. If they had actually listened, they would know no one was to work on Anthropologic cases for a week. That was a week that they had to get together.

Brennan was, by luck, already jogging when we got to her. Why Booth was getting pissed still at 5:00 a.m., I didn't know, but I did know I would need to get a little alcohol in her system before she forgot the week long break we had.

I took her to the bar and bought her a drink. After the 2nd, she was pretty drunk. She obviously had no idea how to hold her liquor. I took her to the lab, saying she needed to get to a last minute conference. She agreed and got into my car.

I took her to the lab, where Angela was waiting, and cleverly she said "There you two are! Come on, everyone's waiting on you!"

She led us inside and, as we passed the storage room, I casually stuffed Brennan in there, locking the door from the outside and putting her couch in front of it afterwards to ensure they couldn't get out. They would need to talk. We logged onto the webcam and saw what was happening.

I was a little out of it, but not as much as the man in the room with me. I just remembered the week long break. Damn them. I thought to myself. Then looked at Booth.

"Eo Bns." he said, which I assumed was a greeting.

"You're drunk Booth. Even more than me." I slightly slurred the words, but Hodgins had only gotten me drunk enough to forget the vacation until it was too late. I was decently in control of my speech.

At this point I had sat next to him on the couch. "How long till they let us out do you think?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Wneva." He said. "S t rly mata?" Whenever. Does it really matter?

"You are drunk. If you weren't, you would have tried to push that door in." I said.

"Wy don't yo d t?" He asked. Why don't you do it?

"Because I'd break my shoulder. It's harder than you make it seem." I said.

"S nt ad. Js af at no ow." It's not hard. Just have to know how.

"Well, usually you break them down." I said. "It's not exactly a subject they teach in college."

We talked along for about 20 minutes before he came onto me. Just a little, but enough to wake me up to what he did when he was drunk. Then I remembered. Since Rebecca divorced him, he had only ever slept with a woman when he was drunk. I had no intention of being the next victim.

"Yer cut wan yo er anry." He slurred as he leaned forward. Did he really just say You're cute when you're angry?

Then, he kissed me. It was amazing. I could feel, something, as his lips were crushed against mine. My hands instinctively went to his back, pulling him closer. Waves of heat flew from his hands, and there was a powerful awareness of all the places we touched, from his hands in my hair to my leg curled around his leg.

I'd never admit it to him, but he was the first man I had ever anticipated kissing. The rest of them, David and Sully, they had been nice, but it had really only been a one-sided relationship. I never let men too close, except for Booth, who had somehow managed to crawl his way past the barriers of my heart and refused to leave. Every time I tried to push him out, he would only lodge himself further in.

I had to admit it, I was in love. But when he had me pushed against the couch and his hands started to work their way up my shirt, I pulled away, remembering the only time he slept with a girl was drunk.

"I'm sorry Booth, but you're drunk. You didn't even mean to kiss me, your mind is simply being influenced by the extreme amounts of alcohol you consumed…" I started ranting off after a long silence, trying to put my walls up again. He cocked his head and cut me off.

When he spoke, I could tell the alcohol was starting to wear off a little. When I looked at my watch, it was no wonder. It was eight in the morning. "Bons," He frowned, then corrected himself. "Bones, I't… I'd do dat somber…sonder…sober!" He let out a frustrated cry as he corrected himself. "I would'f... done tat… that a long tim…time ago. But I ws.. Was scared. I didn't know if you felt the same way. You told.. Told me you lufed… loved me," He looked me straight in the eye. I wanted to believe him, but he still may not even know what he's saying. Why would he tell me he didn't love me if he really did? Why lie about it?

"We'll see later Booth. Get some sleep. That hangover's going to be pretty bad when you wake up." I said.

He nodded and fell asleep. After about an hour, I started feeling sleepy as well and let myself dose off…

When I woke up, It was very dark. But that didn't register first. The first thing that registered was a massive headache caused from last night's drinking. Then, once the pain subsided a little, I realized I wasn't alone. This was when I realized it was dark, because I couldn't see who it was lying in my arms, though it appeared small and feminine.

The scent of lavenders mixed with… my heart sank. Lavenders and peaches, Bones' scent. Shit! I slept with Bones. I don't even know where I am. And I've got a hangover. God knows what we did last night. Shit!

Little by little, events from last night began to come back to me. I remembered not being able to sleep, and deciding to drink my problems away. Then I remembered Angela bringing me here, though I couldn't remember why… I remembered bumping into a table, and Hodgins throwing Bones inside a little while later. Then I remembered her and I talking. Shit, I remembered trying to kiss her. But, she wouldn't let me. Why? I couldn't remember. Maybe she had moved on, she didn't want me anymore. Maybe she was angry at me. Maybe…

I felt her stir underneath me. I took a deep breath. "Morning Bones." I whispered softly. She groaned.

"It's dark." She stated, and I smiled.

"I noticed." I replied. It was silent for a few minutes.

"How much do you remember?" She asked.

"Most of it, a few things forgotten, but not much." I said.

"What do you remember?" She asked, seemingly nervous.

"I remember going to the bar because I couldn't sleep. I remember Angela bringing me here, can't remember what she said to make me go, umm, I remember bumping into the table behind my head, I remember you being thrown in here, then we talked… and I tried to kiss you. But you wouldn't let me. I just can't remember why." I looked at where she should be. "Why not Bones?"

"Because…" She began, and I could tell she was biting her lip. She always bit her lip when she was nervous or uncomfortable. "Because you were drunk Booth. I didn't want to give you any privileges you wouldn't take sober."

"What makes you think I wouldn't want to kiss you right now?" I asked, perplexed.

"Notice you're not kissing me." She pointed out.

I stood up, pulled her to the couch and kissed her forcefully on the lips. She seemed surprised by this, and almost pulled back, but I wouldn't let her. I pushed her into the couch and my fingers were tangled in her hair.

"I love you Temperance." He said, and the lack of my nickname surprised me. I don't think I have ever heard him call me Temperance unless he was introducing me to someone.

"I love you too Booth." I said, and kissed him back.

I jumped out of my seat and bounced around the room. "YesyesyesyesyesyesyesYES!" I yelled in triumph. Jack laughed at me.

He stood and stilled me with one hand, and I kissed him forcefully.

"We did it Jack." I whispered.

9 MONTHS LATER

"Hey Bones, I'm taking you out to eat tonight. You're not working, don't argue with me, I'll win." He said, approaching me.

"Fine, fine." I said knowing he would win.

At 6:00 I was ready to go, and I heard him knock on the door. He gasped when he laid eyes on my dress, which was black, strapless, low cut and stopped just above the knees.

He looked wonderful himself with his messed up hair and suit.

"Wow Bones… You look… amazing." He said.

I blushed. "Thanks Booth. You look good yourself." I answered.

"So you ready to go?" He asked, and I nodded.

After dinner, some jazz music started playing, and we danced for a while. Then I spotted Angela and Hodgins, and wondered what they were doing here.

I sat down at our table, bringing Bones along with me. I couldn't chicken out, so I had to do it now.

"Bones, I want to ask you something." I began, and she nodded. "We've been partners practically forever, and we've been living together for a long time. I love you Temperance, I always have. You're my partner, my best friend, you're the love of my life. I want to share my life with you." I looked her straight in the eyes as I bended down on one knee. She had realized what was going on and had tears in her eyes and she put her hands to her mouth. I was afraid she'd say no, but I had to go on. "Temperance Brennan, will you marry me?"

"Oh… oh my god Booth. I… of course I will!" She said, and I grinned the widest I had ever. I looked over at Angela and she had tears in her own eyes. Then I saw hodgins take out a small container from his own pocket, and I nudged Bones. "Look at this." I pointed to Hodgins. Angela had new tears, but for herself this time.

I heard a squeal and watched Angela throw herself into Jack's arms, whle he slipped the ring on her finger.

"Way to go bug man." I whispered.

Author's notes: Angela: I'm married! I got Booth and Brennan married! I'm so happy! Yay! Well, the story is finally over. I'm very happy. Did you realize there's only 3 chapters I never wrote authors notes in? Well, anyways, Ally thanks everyone who's reviewed, because reviews make everything worthwhile, and she hopes you've enjoyed the story.

Booth: yay, the end! Oh, and if you ever throw me in a closet again I'll kill you Ange.

Angela: You fell for it Booth, shouldn't have gotten drunk…