Ok, this chapter answers all the questions.

I would seriously like to dedicate this chapter to Kamouraskan, who has seriously helped me with my story. A huge thanks, Kam!

please enjoy this chapter and give me any comments.

They walked into the Jeffersonian together, their arms linked. They ignored the raised eyebrows that stared their way, but they couldn't excape the wrath of Angela. She started asking questions as soon as they came within hearing range.

Of course she first hugged Booth. Everyone was glad to see him, though confused, asking questions all the time, but Booth waved off the enquires, saying that he would 'explain it in time.'

He walked Brennan to her office, the squints automatically following behind. As soon as they were all in they crossed their arms demanding answers. Brennan and Booth stood facing them, four pairs of eyes staring at them. Brennan looked at each individaully – Cam, Zack, Hodgins and Angela.

Brennan opened her mouth to start explaining why they had walked into together, but Booth held out his hand to stop her.

"I'm sure you want answers." Four pairs of heads nodded. "I'll explain," he projected. "I'm here, fine." He turned to Brennan. "Yes, you heard my heart stop, but they got it pumping again. It's really not that hard – you of all people should know that."

She tried to argue, but he ignored her protests. "I stayed in hospital for a week. According to Bones, you guys had no idea that I was actually alive, which really confuses me. I didn't fake my death; I thought you all knew I was still alive."

"The doctors told us you were dead." Brennan finally interjected.

"We'll deal with that later. Before you ask, the FBI cleared my profile." He recieved a snort from Hodgins emitting his dislike for the FBI and a confused look from Hodgins and Cam.

"You didn't tell them?" he asked Brennan and Angela. They shook their heads. "Oh, ok. Well I had no record of being at the hospital. I'm just saying that if you want to blame anyone, blame the FBI. It was just protocol."

He recieved a few more snorts this time, not just from Hodgins.

"Why didn't you call me? Or any of us?" Brennan quieried.

"I tried, but if I remember, you screamed and hung up, so I assumed you didn't want to hear me, so I didn't try again. I must admit, I was shocked. That was one of the reasons of not calling back. It hurt that you didn't want to talk, but when you screamed... Anyway, after they let me out of the hospital, I went....home." Brennan knew that he had edited that last fact.

Brennan was still puzzled, but didn't object her further questions.

But Hodgins raised one for her. "So who told Dr B that you were dead?"

"The doctors," she clarified.

"But...clearly he wasn't. Someone tipped them off."

They were silent for a moment, thinking. Brennan realised that Angela had been unusually silent – Brennan had expected her to be bursting with questions, especially why they had come in together. She knew something was wrong, and she had a feeling she knew what it was.

She whispered in Booth's ear. He nodded. "Come on, guys," he said to the others, herding them out. They grudginly followed.

"Angela?" Brennan called. She turned around, as if guilty of something. "Are you okay?"

"Sure." Brennan knew she was lying. Her happiness was too false, unlike her.

"It's just; you're usually bombarding me with questions."

"Oh, they'll come," Angela said, trying to smile.

"You did it, didn't you?"

Angela looked up at her, faking confusion. "Did what?"

"You told the doctors to tell me Booth was dead. You offered to get coffee. You could have quite easily have gone to the doctors, told them to tell me he was dead. I don't have evidence, and I don't like making intuitive leaps, but you had more then enough time. But what I don't understand is...why? Why would you do something like this Angela?"

Angela sighed, like a naughty girl caught lying. "Ok, fine. It was me. I told them to tell you he was dead. As for why? Can you seriously not work it out?" She waited a moment for Brennan's mind to process all of the possibilities. When she came to no conclusion, she told her for her.

"You and Booth. You act like a couple. You deny that you love him, but I know that you do. I know it ws really mean of me, but I thought that if you thought he was dead, you would prove you loved him." She snickered, despite the situation. "Worked, too!"

Brennan was speechless. "Angela...!"

"I know. I'm sorry." She leaned forward and hugged her. "But I knew you would find out, and I wanted Booth to tell you, see your reaction after you thought he was dead. It was quite a reaction if I'm right. 'I was really tired'? Oh, please. You really think I'm going to believe that you were tired? I know you. And you never skip work. Booth was there, wasn't he?"

Brennan hesitated before nodding. Angela grinned. And though Brennan knew she should be furious with Angela, she realised that she didn't mind. At least all of her questions were answered. And she was actually, privately glad that what had happened had happened. But she could tell something in Angela's face – that she wasn't telling her something.

Angela groaned, knowing she was caught out. "Fine, follow me."

Angela led her to her office by her hand, and to her computer. She clicked on a document and opened a video. Brennan gasped. She recognised that muscular chest, her pale, clothless back. They were rolling over the bed, the sheets scattered randomly on the floor. The sounds emitting from the speakers was enough to make her uncomfortable.

"Look familiar?" Angela asked, snickering.

"How...what....that....?" Brennan stuttered.

"Hmm. Me and Hodgins thought..."

"Of course. I should have known it was you."

"Well, at least I now know what Booth is like in bed. I've wanted to know that for ages. You're lucky, Brennan. Your dream finally came true. And it seemed my plan worked, so you should thank me."

Brennan still couldn't speak. She was just staring at the computer screen, marvelling at the movement, her eyes on Booth's body.

"So, you told got the doctors to tell me Booth was dead to bring us together?" She thought about it.

"I've wanted you two to get together for years – you know that. And this was the perfect oppurtunity. I knew that he would have to come and tell you personally that he was alive, and knew there would be a great reunion. It seems as though this whole...'project' actually worked. You know Booth is alive, and you got together."

"Let's just hope it lasts. I don't know how he feels."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll love that plan."

Brennan was about to respond when they heard a sound at the door. She looked up, then moved her hand over Angela's to turn off the video. It was Cam, and she was looking at the screen.

"Wow!" she commented. "Is that you, Dr Brennan, and Booth?"

Angela nodded. Brennan looked sheepish.

"Don't worry, honey. I've seen it all before." Brennan looked at her. "Hey, I've experienced him too."

Angela huffed. "Am I now the only woman in this room who hasn't had sex with Booth? That's hardly fair, considering I'm the one who actually wants to. What?" She asked to their raised eyebrows.

*

Meanwhile, Hodgins had led Booth to his lab area. Zack bludginly followed. Hodgins tapped up his computer.

"What are you showing me, Hodgins?"

"Hold on" he said. He sounded vaguely gleeful.

He drew up a video. Booth immediately recognised his partners figure. He turned angry. "Why the hell do you have this?" he asked.

Hosgins shrugged. "Angela wanted to see Brennan's reaction when she found out you were alive. Seemed a good idea, too. She was the one who told the doctors to tell her you were dead."

"What's it like?" Zack mused.

Booth turned to him. Hodgins snickered. "Sorry, Zack. Still not gonna happen."

"But, I've been following Dr Brennan's pattern of her relationships and have noticed that she usually only sleeps with a guy for one night. If she's already slept with Booth...And if she had an affair with her professor – he wasn't much older then her. Do you think..."

"Not a chance," Hodgins said, shaking with laughter. "She's never even looked at you like that before. But have you seen the way she looks at Booth?" Booth glowered at him. "Sorry, man, but it's true."

Zack looked crestfallen. Hodgins was doubling over in laughter at the prospect of Brennan and Zack. But he quickly stopped when he saw Booth's look at the screen.

"Sorry, man. Angela's idea, not mine. But really, what's she like?"
Booth seemed to accept the apology. He thought for a word to describe the feeling, the smoothness of her skin, the feel of her movements, the taste of her lips.

"Amazing," he answered. "You have no idea."

They all looked to the screen again. Hodgins looked at Zack, and saw him oggling at it. He smacked Zack over the back of the head.

"Ow!" Zack complained.

"So what do I do now?" Booth asked to no-one in particular. "Bones has always said that it's not good to engage in a relationship with a work partner."

"Screw what she says," Hodgins said, exasperated. "You slept with her, dude! I'd say go for it!"

"I don't think Dr Brennan would like to go against her beliefs," Zack interrupted.

"Zack, you just don't want this to go ahead so you can try to have a chance at her."

Zack stayed silent.

Booth rubbed his eyes. "I'll talk to her. Invite her to dinner?"

Hodgins shrugged. "Sorry I'm not much help, dude. But this isn't my area – I'm better with bugs and slime."

Booth nodded. "Thanks Hodgins."

Hosgin just looked pleased that he was approved by Booth. "Anytime, dude."

They turned off the video, Zack still watching it. He opened his mouth again to speak, but Hodgins shook his head again.

They walked back around to Brennan's office, where the girls were waiting inside, chatting on the couches. Booth saw that there was a space next to her, unfilled by Angela who was opposite. He realised that the spot was for him. They walked in, and Booth sat down in his designated position. He put his arm around Brennan's shoulder. He was thankfull that she didn't flinch away. In fact, she seemed to draw closer to him, and soon her head was resting on his chest.

That was a good sign.

He could see everyone else – apart from Angela – looking out of place.

Angela looked ecstatic. 'Um, guys, maybe we should leave these two to themselves for awhile."

The others vaguely nodded and walked out slowly.

Booth turned to Brennan. "So how do you feel? I mean, I know you hate work relationships, and I don't want it to be awkward. I mean, it doesn't have to be – look at Angela and Hodgins!"

He was blabbling on, trying to fill the awkward silence with conversation. But then his momentary discomfort was stopped. Brennan had leaned forward and planted her lips on his, just as passionate and tasty as he had experienced the night before. He felt her arm wrap around his neck as she kissed him, and he gently kissed her fragile lips back.

They broke apart. "Wow, ok," He breathed. "What does that mean?"

Brennan looked deeply at him. Booth could see the devotion behind her eyes. "I hate going against what I believe, but I love you, Booth. I've always told you that I love you as a partner, but I love you more then that. I don't care if it turns awkward. I need you, Seeley Booth. I need someone as loving, devoting and good-looking as you in my life, not to mention courageous, strong-willed and determined." She kissed him again.

"Good," he gasped out. "I was hoping that becasue of my irrational actions last night that our relationship would be ruined forever. But it's not, and hopefully we can work something out."

Brennan nodded. A silence filled the air. Booth could feel four pairs of eyes on the back of his head.

"So...do you want to go for pie?"

He was waiting for the usual response of 'I don't like pie. But he was astonished.

"Sure," Brennan nodded. "Just not apple. I don't like my fruit cooked."

Booth chuckled and ruffled her hair. "That's my girl."

so it seems as though its finished. Just wondering whether this is the end or whether i should continue about their relationship.

please let me know.