A/N: I've made it my mid-year resolution to finish all my stories. Starting with the earliest (this one), and continuing on to the last one (Chances, I believe), I will write some kind of ending to each story. I feel horrible for abandoning all these. In truth, I'm flaky. I start projects all the time that are never finished. I'm resolving, though, that even I don't get one single review, I'll finish the stories I started. I can't promise 20 chapters for each, but they will each have a finish.

I started this with the intention of having a chapter per item on each of Booth and Brennan's lists, but when I sat down to finish it out, this is what came out. I'm happy with it, so I hope you enjoy it. If you do, I may write an M rated epilogue once I finish the other stories.

With that, here is the looooong overdue finale to Ten Little Things.

K

(Just a note of interest so you aren't confused, Booth and Bren aren't waking up together, here. There are in their own apartments.)

The next day was Saturday. It was a beautiful spring day with the temperature just right. Both Booth and Brennan woke up in a great mood after the prior night's conversation. It had been a simple thing, but it was a burden lifted none-the-less, and that was evident in their moods. Booth felt like a run, so after popping some shoes and sweats on, he jogged out of the building with earbuds thumping his still slightly sleepy brain.

Brennan woke with the idea of taking it easy. The week hadn't been difficult, but it had felt long since there hadn't been a case to concentrate on. She took a hot shower and made breakfast. It was around noon when she finished cleaning up the kitchen and straightening up the rest of the apartment. Saturday was her cleaning day. Brennan wasn't a messy person, but she did like to keep the place smelling and looking fresh. Continuing with her theme of relaxing, she sunk into the chair on her balcony and settled in for a good long session with a book.

Booth got back from his run around eleven, and after getting all showered and ready for whatever the day brought, he made an early lunch.

Brennan was only half a chapter into her book when her phone buzzed beside her.

"Brennan," she said.

"Bones! Hey, how are ya on this fine day?" Brennan could practically hear the smile in his voice and consequently, it made her smile.

"I'm wonderful, Booth. How are you?"

"Great, I got a good run in this morning, and just finished lunch. Hey, you got plans tonight? I thought about maybe getting some takeout and vegging in front of the tv, but that would be more fun with a buddy."

"Vegging? I'm not quite sure what that means…"

"It just means relaxing and watching some television," he chuckled.

"Oh, okay, well in that case, I would love to be your vegging buddy."

Booth couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips, "Great, Bones, come over about six?"

"Sounds good. I can pick up the food if you'll call it in."

"Nah, I got it. You just bring yourself and your comfy clothes. You can't veg in dress pants."

It was Brennan's turn to laugh, "Okay, then, I will be in full veg mode."

"Alright, see ya then."

"Bye, Booth."

Both were smiling as they ended the call.

It was five-thirty when Booth picked up the food from their favorite Thai restaurant. He made his way home and straightened up the place before Brennan got there. He wasn't a pig, but he always felt like one when he went to her always-neat place. He put on his best veg clothes and flipped on the TV to wait for Brennan.

Brennan was finishing up her comfy look around the same time. The reason she had worried over her hair and makeup escaped her, but she didn't ponder on it. She had always enjoyed looking her best for Booth, and even this veg session wasn't an exception, save her clothes. She had on a long-sleeved black shirt from her college over a blue cami. Her pants were gray yoga pants that she adored. They were so comfortable and so soft. They were her run to the store pants as well as her sleep pants, and now they were apparently her vegging out pants, though she was still slightly unsure of what the term actually meant. She had taken care to do her hair in perfect, soft curls. They weren't dressy curls, just pretty, relaxed waves that framed her face. Her makeup was natural, with just powder and a bit of mascara.

Satisfied with her appearance, she grabbed her keys, phone, and wallet and left for Booth's.

Walking to the car, she called him.

"Booth," he answered.

"Hey, I'm on my way, are you sure you don't need me to get anything?"

"Positive. The food is staying warm in the oven, and I think we have everything we need for a perfect veg-out."

Brennan chuckled at his use of the odd term and assured him she'd be there shortly before hanging up.

"It's open!" he yelled in response to the knock at his door. He was unwrapping the food and separating it when she arrived.

"Smells delicious," Brennan said as she walked into the kitchen.

"I've sampled it, and believe me, it is."

"Good. I'm starving."

When he turned to face her and give her a "hello" hug, he stopped.

It was fascinating that Brennan could be so beautiful in her simple sweats and t-shirt. Perhaps more fascinating, was the fact that she affected him so.

"What's wrong? Is this not appropriate vegging clothing?"

He chuckled, "No, no, it's perfect. You look beautiful," he smiled his cheeky smile, and pulled her in for that hug.

"Well thank you," she smiled into his shoulder, "you look good, too."

"I think these sweats are dirty… they were in my floor," He said as they pulled apart. His admission was somehow charming.

"It's okay. I slept in this shirt last night," she laughed, "No, I like when you look relaxed like this."

"Well thanks, Bones," he smiled, "okay, let's eat!"

They took their food to the couch, because, apparently, eating in the kitchen wasn't aloud when you were vegging. There was a basketball game on, but they didn't really pay attention. They talked about what they'd done that day, and how their weeks had been, and ate in between sentences. The conversation inevitably drifted to the assignment Sweets had given them.

"So, did you get your list to Sweets?" Booth ventured after a short moment of silence.

"My ten things?"

"Yeah," he took a sip of his wine.

"Yes, I sent them to him. You?"

"Yeah, he tackled me in the hall at the Bureau the next day."

"That doesn't seem possible with your size compared to his. Unless he caught you of guard, that is."

"No, no, I mean he cornered me and started asking questions."

"Oh. Yes he had me come to lunch the next day to discuss it as well."

This was a trepidatious topic for both of them, but they were both naturally curious.

"He's so nosey. I hate how he does that."

"Well he is our therapist. I mean, that's kind of his job," Brennan said with a chuckle and a sip of wine.

"I guess. It just gets under my skin."

"Well you are a very private man, so that's not surprising."

He side-glanced at her, and it didn't go unnoticed.

"What, it's not a bad thing. You like your privacy."

"I didn't say anything."

"No, but your look suggested annoyance with me."

"I'm not annoyed at you, Bones."

It was Brennan's turn to side-glance him.

They both giggled, and Brennan stood to take her take-out boxes to the garbage.

"You finished?"

"I got it, sit down."

"It's okay, Booth, I'm already up."

He stood up, "So am I."

Brennan gave up and they both took their trash to the garbage.

"Want more wine?" he asked.

She held her glass out.

"Thank you," she said with a sip.

"To vegging," he said with a lift of his glass.

She laughed, "To vegging."

They continued their veg session and Booth got into the game. Brennan wasn't, but she was enjoying the time with Booth. She had pulled her knees up, and shifted so she was sitting on her feet. She began to nod off, and it wasn't long before she had fallen asleep on Booth's happy shoulder. Her sleeping form pulled his attention away from the game. She really was beautiful. He could never deny that, or his attraction to her.

The game ended, and Booth clicked the TV off. Brennan was absolutely out. Her head rested on his upper arm and her arm looped around his. It felt so right to have her cuddled against him. He would never let her drive home after sleeping so soundly. Gingerly, he eased out from under her and picked up her light frame. She didn't stir as he picked her up, and slept soundly the entire journey to his bed. He placed her in the center of his unmade bed and covered her with his sheets and blankets. She gripped his arm tightly in her sleep and murmured something incoherent as he pulled out of her grasp.

He looked back at her sleeping in his bed and smiled as he flipped off the light. Temperance Brennan in his bed… that was a sight he thought he'd never see. He knew his back would hate him in the morning, but he crashed on the couch. He fell asleep pretty quickly and was soon in a calm dreamland.

Brennan woke in an unfamiliar setting and was confused for a moment before she recognized the scent of the blanket surrounding her. She was overheated, though, and pulled off her shirt, leaving just the cami, as she got up to find Booth. She thought about leaving, but decided against it since it was so late. It wasn't very safe to drive around D.C. at four in the morning, and Booth would kill her. She found him on the couch.

Booth woke up to her patting his shoulder slightly and whispering his name.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. You should get in your bed. This couch will hurt your back."

"You aren't leaving, so don't even think about it."

"I wasn't, but I should sleep on the couch. You'll regret this tomorrow."

"I'm fine, Bones, go back to sleep."

"Booth. I'm serious. Go get in your bed, or I will drive home and you can worry about me." It was cruel, but effective.

"Fine. But you aren't sleeping on the couch."

"Well where do you suggest I sleep?"

"I have a big bed. We're compromising."

"This isn't a very fair compromise."

"C'mon. I'll behave." Booth felt devilish as he walked back to his bedroom with Brennan in tow. He wouldn't try anything, of course, but he wouldn't stop his mind from wandering either.

Brennan thought the same.

What felt like hours, but was actually only minutes later, Brennan turned to look at Booth's back.

"You asleep?" she half whispered.

He turned to face her, "Nope. I was. But someone insisted I wake up."

"It was for your own good."

"I kinda doubt it."

The both laughed sleepily in the moonlight. Booth's gaze fell over her and even in the soft darkness, he could see her chest blush and her breathing increase. Maybe it was the wine, or the dark, or the close proximity that pulled their inhibitions down, but neither Booth nor Brennan had any inhibitions. Booth's bed seemed much smaller now. Brennan felt him smooth her hair away from her cheek and the warmth that his touch left there. She didn't direct the hand that lifted and touched his jaw line. She felt his jaw flex beneath her touch. Brennan had still been under the assumption that she'd missed her chance, so she remained perfectly still as he pushed his weight to his arm. She didn't want to have any doubts about his making the first move, and she wanted him to be sure. Sure that this was what he wanted. She knew perfectly well that any physical relationship with Booth meant not only physicality, but also an emotional relationship. She had realized months ago when she saw him with Hannah that she wanted all of that with him. She wanted it all. He needed time, and she understood. But now, in the moonlight, in Booth's warm bed, in light of their admissions to one another, Hannah and all her repercussions were miles away. All that mattered in the whole world was the bubble of passion between them that was on the brink of explosion.

He hovered over her lips with a kind of terrified wonder that left her breathless and gasping at the same moment. The redundant stroke of his jaw was the last thing he needed to tell him her answer was yes. It would always be yes.

End