Well guys…this is it. The FINAL chapter. Thank you all so much for sticking with me and making my first Bones fanfic a success. Thank you for all the encouragement, the threats, the helpfulness…just thank you guys for it all.

And I'm so glad that you guys like the sound of my new story! I'll start it really soon.

And now, here is the last chapter, and like I promised, it's the BEACH:D

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Part 2

"Bones! Bones! Bones!" Booth shouted through the hotel room, running into the bedroom and jumping onto the bed like a kid at Christmas time. "Bones, wake up!" He jumped up and down on his knees, purposely waking her up in the most annoying way he could think of.

Brennan groaned and rolled over in the bed, pulling the sheet over her eyes, trying to block the sunlight hitting her face. "Leave me alone, Booth." She mumbled, falling back asleep.

"No." he said, dancing around playing an imaginary guitar and bobbing his head to music that only he could hear. "We're leaving late this afternoon to go back to DC. Which means that we have to go to the beach." He jumped on the bed again. "It's beautiful outside. And you promised."

Sighing, as she saw that it was impossible to go back to sleep with a hyperactive Booth jumping around all over the place, she sat up and glared at him. He cheerfully grinned back at her, unabashed, and went over and kissed the side of her head. She looked so cute with her hair sticking up all over the place and sleepy eyes.

"I'm going to hurt you, Booth." She told him, rubbing her hand through her hair, trying to tame it up a bit.

"No you wont." He said to her, as he left the room to go and get the cup of coffee that he had made for her. She opened her mouth to protest, and say that she undoubtedly is going to hurt him, but before she could, he walked in with a steaming cup of coffee. Her eyes lit up as she took a sip from the cup he handed her. With renewed energy, she stood, still holding the coffee cup, and went over to Booth, punching him in the arm before walking out into the living room.

"Thanks, Booth." She yelled to Booth, who was standing there and looking at her as if she were crazy. She sat on the couch where Booth had slept. She was glad that they were taking things slow. She was scared. She had actually admitted that she loved him, and people that she loved left. She didn't want to get to attached, and then have him leave. At that moment, he came and sat down next to her, pulling her over to him. He trailed his fingers up and down her arm.

"So…I bring you coffee, just the way you like it, and then you respond by hitting me." He scoffed. "That is not very nice Bones." She glanced over at him and smiled, drinking the last bit of her coffee. Squeezing her shoulder, he took the coffee cup and placed it on the table, and standing up grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. "Now you," he said, placing a kiss on her temple, "need to go and get dressed." He gently pushed her into the bedroom. "We're gonna have a fun filled day at the beach."

Booth plopped back down on the couch, since he was already dressed, and grabbed the remote, turning the television on, but not really paying attention. He was thinking about Brennan, and how lucky he was to have such a brilliant, gorgeous, and extremely sexy woman like her. He had decided to take things slow with her because he didn't want to scare her off. Granted, he would chase after her no matter what happened, but he would much rather let her make the moves on him, then he do it, and end up scaring her. His thoughts were interrupted as Brennan came back out, her hair in a ponytail, and wearing a long brown skirt with a button up white sleeveless shirt. Clicking off the tv, Booth groaned and stood up.

"Alright Bones…that is not proper beach attire." He told her, walking in front of her.

Brennan crossed her arms. "But this is comfortable. And you know how I feel about wearing swimsuits in public." She told him defensively.

"Yea, yea, yea I know." Booth told her, waving his hand to wave off her words. "But this…this is like a grandma outfit, Bones. And believe me, you definitely do not look like a grandma."

"I know I don't look like a 'grandma,'" she started quoting his word, "my facial features and body are far too young looking to be considered grandmotherly."

"One," Booth started, ignoring her previous comment, "untie the hair." He said, as he went behind her and undid her hair, letting her curls come loose. He ran his fingers through them quickly, loving the feel of her silken hair between his fingers. An entirely inappropriate image came flashing through his mind. 'Keep it slow, Booth.' He told himself.

"Second, get rid of the shirt." He said. He faced her again, and started undoing her buttons. He swallowed hard, trying his hardest to concentrate on the task and not what he was about to see once the shirt was unbuttoned. As the last button was undone, he groaned again. "Bones…this is entirely unacceptable beach wear." He said. She was wearing a boring brown one-piece.

She crossed her arms defensively again. "What, Booth. It's a swimsuit." She told him, glaring at him. "Which means that it is entirely acceptable."

"I knew you would do something like this." He mumbled. "Wait right here." He said, and then he went to his bag. He was prepared. He had bought this for Brennan when he had first suggested they go to the beach. Taking out the sky blue bikini that would bring out her eyes and a mini-white skirt, he presented it to her.

"What is this?" she asked him, eyeing the outfit in his hands.

"A swimsuit and skirt. Go put it on."

"No." she said flatly.

"Bones." He said sternly.

"No."

"…for me?" he asked quietly, with puppy dog eyes.

She rolled her eyes and took the outfit from his hands. "Fine."

As soon as the door shut, Booth pumped his fist in the air, smiling triumphantly.

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"It's beautiful here." Brennan said admiringly, staring at the picturesque view of the beach. They were at the top of a rather steep hill and had to walk down it before they would be at the sand.

"I know." Booth said simply. Taking her hand and entwining their fingers, they started the walk down. At Booth's request, Brennan had not worn a shirt to cover her bikini top, and at first had felt uncomfortable, but now it felt nice. It felt free. Getting to the burning sand, they walked and found a nice place to set their stuff down. After laying their towels down, Brennan took off her skirt and took out a bottle of sunscreen and started rubbing it on her front. When it was time to put some on her back, she started having trouble.

"Here," Booth said, noticing her difficulties, "let me." Taking the lotion, he rubbed it all up her back and middle back, taking an extra long time so that he could feel her smooth skin. When he finished, Brennan put her skirt back and, returned the favor to Booth, and then lay down on the towel, taking out a book so that she could read. Booth just stared at her.

"What?" she asked self-consciously, setting her book on her stomach.

"What are you reading?" he asked her, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Oh it's really good," Brennan started excitedly. "It's called The Cultural View of Body Language and How to Read It."

He stared at her, raising his eyebrows. "You have me for that, Bones. You don't need to read a book." He shook his head in exasperation. "Leave it to you to read a book when we're actually at a beach."

Brennan just shrugged. "I'll go in the water later." And then went back to her book.

Shaking his head. "You promise you'll come in the water with me?" he asked her. Brennan just nodded, engrossed in her book. "And Bones…why are you wearing a skirt. You have a killer body, why not flaunt it. Plus, you're gonna get a skirt tan."

Brennan looked up at Booth at his words, furrowing her brow in confusion. "You're saying I look like a killer?" she asked him.

"I…no, that's not what I meant. You know what…never mind." He waved his hand and started walking to the water. Brennan just shrugged, and went back to her book, but took off her skirt. She didn't want a skirt tan.

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Twenty minutes later, Booth was bored. Swimming by yourself was definitely not fun. Being approached by random girls was getting rather annoying as well. He needed his Bones, and that was exactly what he planned on doing. Getting out of the water, he made his way over to Brennan. She was still engrossed in her book. Sighing he shook his head.

"Bones!" he yelled, and she looked up at him, watching as he made his way closer, his wet body shimmering in the heat. Her mind started wandering, imagining all types of things that she could do to him. Then she felt water droplets on her, and when she looked up, he was standing over her, dropping water on her.

"Booth! You're getting me wet." She said in exasperation. One of the water droplets fell on her book, ruining the tiny print. She wiped it off, but the damage was done.

"Come in the water with me." He told her, getting down on his knees and grabbing her arm. She felt a chill run through her at the feel of his wet, cool skin against her warm flesh. He looked over her body, and was happy to see that she had taken the skirt off. He grinned, but didn't say anything.

"I'm reading." She told him.

"You can read on the plane."

"You talk to me on the plane. How am I supposed to read?"

"You can read at home."

"I'm rarely at home."

Booth shrugged, and then took the book and closed it, placing it back in her bag. "Then I guess you're not reading." He stood up, pulling her up with him.

"You just lost my page!" she said angrily to him. In all honesty, she didn't really care. The book was rather boring. She had learned more from Booth than from what she was reading in that book.

"Page 47." Taking her hand, he led her to the water. When he got to the shoreline, he picked her up, taking her by surprise, and started running into the water.

"Booth!" she yelled. "Let me down." Booth ignored her, and when he got to the waist level water, he stopped. Brennan stopped fighting as well, aware of what he was planning to do. "If you throw me in the water, I'll-" but she never got to finish her sentence, because Booth threw her in the water. After a couple of seconds, she came up, spluttering and water trailing all down her. Booth started laughing, but Brennan gave him a death glare. He stopped laughing instantly.

He clasped his arms behind his back, and gave her an innocent smile. "You'll do what."

Brennan didn't answer. Instead, she lunged at him, and Booth, taken by surprise, turned and tried to run away from her. He didn't get far, because she jumped on his back, and momentarily lost his balance. Now he was completely distracted; the feel of her wet body against his back was enough to make him forget where he was.

"You've been a bad boy." She whispered in his ear, biting it softly. Booth gulped and he dropped her legs from the piggy back position he had her in. "I think you need to be punished."

He turned around and grabbed her waist, pulling her body up against his. "And how do you plan on punishing me, good doctor?" he whispered back. He brought his face close to hers, so that their lips were millimeters apart.

Brennan didn't answer. Instead, she leaned up and kissed him. Booth eagerly complied, and Brennan smiled to herself. This was the exact effect that she had aimed for. Trailing her hands down his arms, she opened her mouth to allow him the entrance that he wanted, and momentarily got distracted herself. How she had gone two years without this was a mystery to her. Remembering what she was planning, she broke the kiss, and did one of her karate moves on him, flipping him on his back so that he fell under water. As he came up, spluttering and flailing his arms, she crossed her arms behind her back and smiled innocently.

"Like that." She said.

Booth glared at her, and then burst out laughing, Brennan quickly following suite. "That wasn't nice, Bones." He told her. Brennan just shook her head, she was laughing so hard. "Leading me on like that."

After they had calmed down, Booth ran back to their things to get a waterproof camera that he had bought earlier that day. He wanted a picture of them at the beach. Making his way back to Brennan, he held up the camera.

"Lets take a picture, Bones." He told her.

She shrugged. "Alright."

Booth turned around and looked for someone to take the picture. An older woman was walking around near them, so he called her over.

"Excuse me, Miss." The woman turned around and looked at Booth. "Will you take a picture of us, please?" he asked her, turning on the charm smile.

The woman smiled. "Of course." He handed her the camera and went back to Brennan, placing an arm around her waist. Her arm came around his shoulder between them, and she looked up at him at the same time he looked down at her. The woman flashed the picture and smiled knowingly. Their unsaid feelings spoke volumes, and this picture, with the ocean in the background and the beautiful couple standing before her, was going to be one that would last forever. Just like them.

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They sat on the plane, looking over all the pictures that they had taken at the beach earlier that day. After that woman had taken the first picture, they had gone around taking silly pictures, so that they would have something to do on the place.

Brennan laughed. "Look at your face, Booth." She said. It was a picture of Booth getting ready to splash Brennan with water. His face had the biggest charm smile that she had ever seen, so big that his eyes had practically closed. There was a wave behind him, and he hadn't noticed it yet, as he was slightly bending over ready to get his revenge on Brennan. He chuckled softly and rolled his eyes, before flipping to the next picture. And then he groaned.

"Aw, Bones. You had to get me being knocked over by a wave, didn't you?" he asked her. His arm was sticking out of the water, and his right foot was showing. Other than that, his body outline in the water was the only thing that could be seen.

Brennan burst out laughing again, before flipping to the next picture, where she instantly stopped laughing. "I cant believe you took a picture of that." She groaned. It was of Brennan, and Booth had gone around and untied her bikini top. She was holding it in place while she tried to keep her balance from a wave that had crashed around her. Her right hand was holding the top in place, and her left was out, trying to steady herself, while her knees buckled under her.

"Right, I'm keeping one of these." Booth said, taking the picture. He had made doubles.

"No you're not." She said, grabbing the other double and trying to get the one that Booth had taken back.

"Yes I am. I'm going to frame it and put it in my office." He told her, grinning like an idiot. She groaned, but remained quiet. She would steal that picture back from him somehow.

They flipped threw the photos until they got to the last one, which was the first one that was taken. Booth smiled lovingly and put his arm around Brennan, pulling her closer.

"I like this picture." Brennan said. They had their arms around each other in a totally non-ownership way, and the sun was barely visible at the top of the photo. There was not a cloud in the sky, and the water was serene around them. The look in their eyes was so full of love, and they looked so happy.

"This ones going in my office too." He said, taking one of the copies. He looked at it a second longer.

"Mine as well." She said, tracing the outline of their bodies with her fingertip.

Placing a soft kiss on the side of her head, which still smelled like beach water, he smiled.

"You know what I like about California?" Booth asked her.

"What's that?"

"It's always sunny."

"No its not. I wasn't the sunny the day we caught Bryan. And it also wasn't sunny when we went to Disneyland." She reasoned. "So California is not always sunny."

"Now I know why its called the Golden state." Booth mused again, ignoring Brennan's rationalizations.

"Technically, nothings golden in California, except for the state flower." She tried again.

"I like California." He said.

"Me too." Brennan agreed.

"It makes you feel happy. Like the sun will always shine, even through all the murder and despair." Booth said, finally addressing her. "You can always smile. And the unexpected can happen." He finished. "California brings hope."

Brennan nodded slowly. She agreed with him. "California is always sunny." She told him quietly.

He nodded his agreement. After all, he and Brennan had established their relationship, admitted their love for one another, and they were always cheerful. And leaving California, he felt very confident that they could work, that they would work, and that she wouldn't be running away from him. Squeezing her shoulder gently, he looked out the window, out at the clouds that had formed since earlier that day. He had all the faith and hope in the world that things would work, and would stay blissfully perfect for them.

"California's always sunny." He murmured quietly, before resting his head on her head and letting sleep overtake him for the flight back home, back to their old lives with new beginnings.

THE END. :D

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Well that's it. It's the longest chapter I have ever written, just about ten pages. I hope you guys liked it, and again, thanks for sticking with me all this time.

My new story is going to be called Of Pirates and Pirate Booty, and I'll be posting it sometime next week. Look for it. I think that's the title anyways.

Oh, and it's not a sequel. It's a brand new story. :D

Thank you to everyone that reviewed, and I love you guys.