Disclaimer: Bones originally belongs to Kathy Reichs, but is currently under the great care of Fox, Hart, Deschanel, and Boreanaz.

Alrighty, last chapter in this story folks. Thanks so much for all the reviews, alerts, and favorites. I couldn't do it without 'em. Well... I could, but it would be way less fun!

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Epilogue:

Back at the lab, Angela was gathering her things in her office, ready to leave for the night.

Hodgins appeared at the door. "Hey." He came up to her, placing a hand on her arm.

"Jack." Angela was near a breakdown, she had been since they returned to the Jeffersonian. Hodgins knew what she needed and pulled Angela into a tight embrace. She cried into his shoulder, and he whispered reassurances in her ear. It was obvious that neither one of them would be going home alone that night.

Brennan was back at Booth's apartment for the evening, against her better judgment. But after a day like today she needed the company, and he had insisted upon his place. She stared into her glass of whiskey and took a sip.

"Alright there, Bones?" Booth sat down next to her on the couch.

She glanced into his eyes. "Fine. Just thinking." She was thinking about how Angela could've been killed if they hadn't gotten there in time. And she was thinking about how the tire-iron the killer had been wielding could've cracked Booth's skull, had he not ducked in time. If Booth hadn't armed her, the killer could've swung at Booth again, and he could be in the hospital or worse. She shook her head for allowing such silly suppositions to unnerve her, for after all, Angela was fine as was Booth. She felt Booth's warm fingers graze her cheek.

"You're crying, Bones." Booth said softly. He wrapped his arms around her and she could feel the vibrations of his chest as he spoke reassurances. "Hey, what you did was right. It's alright."

Brennan regained herself quickly and sat back, setting down her glass. "I don't remember last night all that well."

Booth was, of course, surprised by the random change of topic. "What?"

"Our drunken intercourse seems to have been compartmentalized in my mind, sort of like a compartmentalized sexual amnesia. Not that any such thing exists." Brennan explained.

"Woah, woah, wait." Booth gazed directly into her eyes. "You don't remember that out-of-this-world night we had?"

Brennan shook her head slowly.

Booth thought things through. Although he knew his partner wasn't vulnerable, far from it actually, she had been just a few moments ago. He knew what it was like to shoot someone, even if you were doing it for someone you loved. Even if they were going to kill, it was still a difficult thing to do. Booth, being the good man he was, made a decision for the both of them.

"Look Bones, you're welcome to stay here tonight." Booth began.

Brennan scoffed. "I'm not nearly drunk enough for that."

Booth gave her a look, and Brennan stopped, focusing on her partner.

"It's not for that Bones. But you're welcome to share my bed. You're welcome to stay here." He didn't expect her to accept.

Brennan thought it over, and obviously intercourse was not on Booth's mind. So, for lack of a rational reason not to, she decided to accept his offer.

"Alright." She agreed.

"It's okay. I'll see you at work tomorrow." Booth hadn't even listened, but then it dawned on him. "Alright?"

Brennan nodded, a smile crossing her lips. "Yes."

Booth's grin couldn't have possibly been any wider. He headed towards the bedroom, and she followed.

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction- Newton's third law of motion. Perhaps that's why the previous night Booth and Brennan had made love in a drunken stupor. Or perhaps, it was fate. At least one of them believed in that sort of thing. But then what had drawn them in the same bedroom this night? Was it friendship? Or loyalty? Fate? Or Partnership? There were a lot of unknowns lurking beneath the surface of this situation, but there was one constant: There was love blossoming in the heart of the scientist that night. And her partner felt it in the way she touched him, trusted him, and relied on him. Even if it was just for that evening, Brennan had given herself over to Booth entirely. And no, not in intercourse. But in a way that she had never fully trusted anyone before. Because for a night, she trusted him not to abandon her. For that night, Brennan trusted Booth with her heart.

A/N: Thanks for taking this journey with me. Reviews are appreciated, and please feel free to check out my next two endeavors, to be worked on simultaneously Tony and Roxy Experiments and Brennan's in Denial.