Title: Small Favors

Rating: Pg-not as much action as I thought I'd make it

Disclaimer: I own nothing, really. . .

Authors Note: I own nothing. . . This is the end of Small Favors, BUT I am currently taking requests for a sequel, which will have something to do with what happens in this chapter, it will happen eventually. . .But just wondering if you want a change from me

I thought in the spirit of the holidays, I am taking request for my next work-I have two thoughts in mind:

In 2x02 I think, Bones asks Cam if she wants kids and she retorts something and asks if she was pregnant, well what if she was?

Or I have an idea for a one-shot about Bones being a kleptomaniac. . .not stealing bad things just Booth's heart.

OR you can give me an idea!! PM me. .. . .or make note in it when reviewing!!

I hope you enjoy the story, I like it. . ..I really wanted it up by Christmas. . .

Chapter Four: With Eyes All a Glow

Cautiously she neared the door and opened it slowly, it was none other than her best friend Angela Montenegro. She had a huge grin that matched her bubbly pajama's that she was wearing, under her thick coat.

"Angela? Its two in the morning." She said in shock. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I know, I forgot to give you your gifts. Since you are in the Christmas spirit, I knew you wouldn't mind." She said trying to control her excitement, she was hiding something. Brennan knew it. Angela handed her a rectangular box with a bright red bow.

She took a hold of it as if it was going to explode. "You didn't come all the way over here at two in the morning just to bring me this, Angela. I know you well enough that you'd rather sleep in." She said almost accusingly.

"No, I brought you another gift. I couldn't get a bow on it." She said motioning to something behind her and someone stepped out of the shadows and into the door. It was Booth.

"Not in a million years." He said, with his charm smile. His smile faded a little as he took sight of her apartment, with the red and green chain hanging from the walls, along with the countless snowflakes placed neatly on the windows to the pictures of Christmas themes on her fridge. His eyes rested on the large tree in the corner, lit with white lights, multicolored ornaments and a star on top. He had noticed the small amount of brightly wrapped boxes at the bottom. He turned his attention to the doctor, who was wearing long plaid bottoms and a white tank-top, her hair resting on her shoulders.

She immediately grew shy under his gaze, and her eyes fell to the floor, but she said nothing. "You did this for Parker?"

She nodded, her face growing red. He stepped into her personal space, wrapping his strong arms around her small frame, her arms went around him in response to his touch. "Thank you, Temperance." He said into her ear.

Angela smiled. One point for her, zero for Dr. Camille Saroyan. It was an unspoken contest between the artist and the doctor of who Booth's affection belonged too. "I'm going to take this as my cue to leave." she said with a smile.

"Thank's Angela." They both said at the same time, still in their embrace. At least they knew she was still in the room.

Angela responded. "Your welcome, Merry Christmas." And she shut the door behind her.

Booth loosened his grip on her, to allow her to leave the embrace if she wanted. To his surprise, she didn't move. "It should be me thanking you." She said, finally breaking her silence.

"I haven't done anything." He said, his hands leaving her waist to sit upon her arms.

"You shared the most important part of your life with me, and he gave me a Christmas that I haven't had in sixteen years." She said, looking at her toes-feeling all her self confidence draining from her body. "After last Christmas, I've grown accustomed to not being alone at Christmas time."

She was showing her vulnerable side. Something Booth didn't get to see very often, yet he felt a surge of pride in himself that he was the man, Temperance Brennan trusted. "Bones. . .Temperance, you don't have to be alone. You have your squints, and you have me. For sure you have my son wrapped around your finger. We are your family, Bones." She left the warmth of his arms and walked to the window turning her back to him.

He watched her for a moment and followed her, careful not to scare her away, he softly placed his hand on her shoulder, her eyes shone with tears.

"You know," She started, letting out a shaky breath. "When you first said that to me, after my father left again, I didn't know whether or not to believe you. I needed the facts, and you just gave them to me." She was nervously wringing her hands together.

"You wanted proof?" He said with a chuckle, the mood switched from serious to playful.

She nodded guiltily, he couldn't blame her though. With everything that had happened in the last few months, she needed proof to believe anything.

He did something he had never done before. Seeley Booth kissed Temperance Brennan.

He kissed her with all the love and affection he physically could into it. Surprisingly she reciprocated the feelings and his hands went to her cheeks to make sure she didn't cut it short. Moments later they broke apart, gasping for air.

He rested his forehead on hers. "Is that proof enough?" he asked in a low whisper.

Tears ran down her cheeks, unlike any set Booth had endured through, they were tears of happiness. He gently wiped them off with his thumbs. She didn't say anything, only nodded. He kissed her again softly, yet with more passion than the first.

The clock chimed again signaling it was three in the morning. This time he broke it and said. "We'd better get some sleep, Parker is going to wake up in an hour to open presents." he said with a smile. His hands leaving her face to her waist, touching the slightly exposed flesh.

She shivered at his touch. "You can sleep in my bed with Parker." She said.

"No, it's your apartment, I'll sleep on the couch." He protested softly, his fingers drawing circles on her pelvic bone.

"He's your son." She argued, her eyes gaining a spark. The one she got when they argued.

"Its your bed." He said, pressing his lips to hers, almost to prevent her from retorting.

She melted under him. "You can't do that." Came her retort, her eyes still closed, pulling him back for a kiss. Which she deepened, as he pulled her to the couch. "The couch will work too."

It didn't take long for them to get situated on the couch, her head on his chest and her arm around his waist, while his head was on the arm of the couch, nose buried into her hair and his arms wrapped tightly around her small frame. He ran his fingers through her hair and she looked up at him. He kissed her softly one last time before closing his eyes.

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True to his word, Parker's eyes fluttered open before the sun came up over the horizon. He looked around the room, a little lost because Dr. Brennan wasn't in the room with him. He got up and wandered out of the bedroom, he neared the living room when something caught his attention.

It wasn't the presents under the tree, it was the man and the woman asleep on the couch. "Daddy!" He screamed in excitement. Running to the sleeping pair, he leapt from the floor onto the FBI agent and the forensic anthropologist.

"Oof." Came Booth's response to the new weight landing onto him and opened his eyes. "Hey Bub." The boy wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Did Santa bring you with him?" Came his innocent question.

"Yes he did." Said Booth, looking at the woman laying next him. She had her eyes opened, watching him interact with his son. "Hey you." He whispered.

"Hi." She whispered, still trying to wake up.

He was about to kiss her, but his son sitting on his chest prevented him. "Daddy, can we open presents?" Booth nodded, the boy jumped off of him and sat at the bottom of the tree.

The two sat up, his arm resting on her shoulder and watched as the boy unwrapped the boxes. Booth watched amazed that she knew what to get. "Wow, how'd you know what he wanted?" He whispered into her ear.

"I didn't, I gave Angela my credit card and your SUV, and she took care of it." She whispered in return. "I took him on a tour of the Jeffersonian." He chuckled slightly as she stood up. "I've got something for you."

He gave her a surprised smile as she walked into her bedroom, returning with two brightly wrapped boxes. She took her seat next to him. He took his turn, standing up to grab a wrapped box from his suit case. "Well, I've got you this." He returned to his seat, placing the box on her lap.

"Open yours first." She said, handing him both boxes.

She watched with a smile as he unwrapped the first box, carefully he tore the paper to reveal a book. "The Book of the Human Body?" He said. It was a children's book with a plastic skeleton on cover.

"It's from Parker and I." She said, her grin growing bigger. "Your going to like the next one."

He carefully unwrapped the next box, it happened to be a clothing box. He opened the lid to reveal a blue lab coat, like the one she wore at work, with S Booth embroidered on the side. He started to laugh. "Now I really can fit in anywhere."

She joined in the laughter. "It was supposed to be a birthday gift, but I thought since its Christmas time and we're celebrating, I guess. . ." She said her cheeks glowing a bright red.

"Its alright, I'm not judging you." He said sincerely, kissing her gently on the lips. "Now, mine is supposed to be a Christmas gift."

She lifted the corners of the wrapping paper and took her time removing the paper, it revealed a large picture frame. What was in the frame was what shocked her. It was a permit to carry a concealed weapon. She looked up at him, trying to tell if he was joking. "Booth?"

"Its legitimate. I had to talk Cullen into it, it took me three months and I got it." Again she was speechless, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a hug. His smile grew into the 'charm smile' as he watched the doctor read over the document. She truly looked like a kid at Christmas time with her eyes all a glow, something he figured she hadn't done in sixteen years.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." She said excitedly, in his arms.

"Your welcome, Bones." He said chuckling, looking at his son who had fallen asleep within the pile of wrapping paper. He nodded in the direction of the boy to his partner, and she smiled.

She stood up, without saying a word and picked up Parker gently and took him back to her bedroom. She layed him on the bed and kissed him on the forehead. What she didn't know was that her partner followed her to the room, with a smile he wrapped his arm around her from behind. "You have gotten really good at that." He said into her ear, praising her maternal instincts.

"I think so too." She said in a whisper and she shrugged. "I figure practice makes perfect."

He wasn't sure if he heard her correctly, and he turned her around in his arm so that she was looking into his eyes. "What did you say?"

"I said practice makes perfect." She clarified, with a gleam in her eyes. The one she got when she figured out a case, or got the bad guy to speak. The gleam he hadn't seen in along time.

"Does that mean you change your mind about having children?" He asked, his heart beating faster than normal. It wasn't an 'I told you so' moment, it was one of which he felt a great source of accomplishment, a goal he had been trying to reach for over two years.

"Maybe." She said, foreshadowing a different future than either of them had predicted. She stood on her toes and pressed her lips onto his. He smiled at her as she broke it off.

"Good." Taking her answer as a yes. She grabbed his hand and they went back into the living room and they got resituated on the couch, his head on the arm of the couch, she sat in between his legs, back resting along his chest. His hands rested protectively on her waist. "You never cease to amaze me." He whispered in her ear-the hair on the back of her neck standing up on end.

She blushed a deep red color, and she said the unthinkable. "Merry Christmas, Booth."