Now... here we go, the fourth and final part... hope you like it!

Part 4

Brennan opened the door and was greeted by Booth's charm smile. He was holding a bag with takeout-boxes. "Hi, Bones... " he studied her face and was relieved to see, that she looked a lot better than when he had last talked to her. "How are you?"

Brennan bit her bottom lip "I am okay, thank you..." she mumbled.

She was still standing in the doorway, effectively blocking it. "Ahm... Bones... won't you let me in?" Booth asked after some time, a bit worried by the indefinable look on her face.

"Oh... sure... Come in." She seemed to be in deep thoughts, but moved aside, so that he could enter her apartment. Then she closed the door behind him.

"I brought something light for your unstable stomach... chicken and rice..." he explained while placing the bag with the food on the table. Then he shrugged off his jacket and hung it over a chair. All the time Brennan just watched him, a thoughtful look on her face, not saying anything.

Booth frowned a bit. "Okay, Bones... it's okay that you are still not very talkative, but a thank you or something like that would be nice..."

Brennan's eyes widened for a short moment and she hastily said: "Sorry... I was just... Thank you very much, Booth..."

She went over to a cupboard to get them glasses and something to drink. Booth noticed that the thoughtful expression was back on her face again. "What do you want to drink?" She asked him.

"Water will be fine." Booth answered and watched her come back to the table. They sat down and began to eat, without conversation. Booth occasionally shot her side glances and noticed that she hardly ate anything...

He lowered his fork and watched her arranging her food for some time, then sighed and asked "Bones, what is wrong? You don't seem to eat at all... is it still your stomach?"

She avoided his eyes and shook her head. "No... no... my stomach is already getting better, thanks."

"Then, what is it... I can't enjoy my meal if you sit there, brooding over ... something ..."

She sighed and put her fork aside, and looked him straight into the face. "Booth... I am really thankful that you came over and looked after me and... It's just... It's just... I can't remember a thing..." She ran her tongue over her dry lips ... which did not go unnoticed by Booth.

"...Booth... would you tell me if I had done something... embarrassing? You would tell me if something... happened, wouldn't you?" she finally managed to ask.

"That's what it's all about? You were moody and tired and did not listen to what I was saying but... well... that's all normal behaviour when having a hangover. Why on earth should you have done something embarrassing? And what should have happened..." He looked confused, even more so when he saw how relieved and relaxed she seemed to be after his words.

"Good" she sighed and grabbed her fork, suddenly she had found her appetite.

Now Booth was the one who did not eat, wondering what on earth she could have meant. Then he had an idea, but it seemed to be so impossible and incredible, but he simply had to ask, just to make it clear: "Bones? You did not think... I... because I spent the night, that something... between us..." he was at a loss of words.

Her eyes widened and she quickly answered "No... no... we... no. I just thought... that maybe I said something or... I mean..."

Her rambling made it clear for him, that she had thought something COULD have happened... He frowned "Bones... I would never, never in my life take advantage of a drunken woman... That you even think this could be possible... disgusts me... if you can't trust me... I'll better go now."

He pushed back his chair and stood up, he still could not believe that she thought he could have... Not that he did not want her, but like that...He would never...

"No!" She exclaimed and grabbed his sleeve. "Please, Booth... that's not what I thought... you got a wrong impression, really, I swear. I know I can trust you!" Brennan's voice trembled, but he did not doubt she said the truth. She did trust him.

He shook his head in confusion "Then where did you get that idea from?" he asked her.

"I... I... I do not trust myself." She mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

"What?" he was not sure he had heard it right, so put his finger under her chin, lifting it, so that she had to look into his eyes. She still tried to look aside, but he was persistent.

"Look at me and say that again." He told her. She bit her bottom lip, but finally her eyes met his and she repeated: "I do not trust myself... because... I still was under influence of alcohol and... you... I... I" she started to ramble again and stopped, unsure what to say to get herself out of that situation.

He looked into her blue eyes and after some thinking he carefully asked her: "But... you are not under influence of alcohol now, are you?" She looked confused, but shook her head.

"And not under influence of medication, drugs or anything else that could ... affect your memory?" He asked and she looked even more confused. "No, of course not."

He nodded. "Good... just wanted be sure... I would not like to take advantage of the situation... and I want you to remember this."

And with this he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly, hoping with all his heart that he had made the right conclusion out of what she had said earlier.

He felt that she was surprised at first, but soon she responded and he felt, that she kissed him back.

After some time he pulled back and looked at her, curiously searching her face for a reaction. She smiled shyly, but then whispered "Now I feel a little drunk again."

He chuckled and asked her "You think you can handle one more?" She did not answer, but yanked him towards her, kissing him deeply.

After some time they broke apart again and Booth gently cupped her face, looking her straight into the eyes. "I wanted to kiss you for a very long time, Temperance... but I hesitated, because I did not know, how you feel. If you have the same feelings I have, this is not going to be ... just a fling... this means too much for me... so if you don't feel what I feel, tell me... because..."

"I would never take advantage of your feelings, Booth. I do feel the same..." she breathed and he kissed her once more. And so they both got drunk that night... but fortunately without hangover or memory loss.