A/N: So here is the third part. I forgot to put in the second part that my time line is: they got together after the Judas on a Pole, separted before the Epps thing. This second part starts after the Girl in the Gator episode.

I read all the reviews and it got me thinking. I don't want anybody to think that Sully will be the bad guy. I haven't seen him yet, but my guess is that he isn't so bad otherwise Booth wouldn't have trusted his partner is his hands (not after the Kenton thing). So please don't hate me for what I'm doing. I really hope you enjoy this!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones.

The ride to her apartment was spent in silence. They would steel quick glances at each other, but not for long. Sully pulled the car in front of her apartment and they both got out, entering the building. The elevator seemed to take forever to get to her floor, and it was only the second. When they stepped out of the elevator Brennan already had her keys in hand, unlocking the door with calm.

As they entered the apartment and closed the door, Brennan felt her pinned against the wall and Sully's lips were on hers with force. She didn't fight, kissing him with the same force as their hands searched for skin. His shirt was already on the floor as they stumbled through the hall into her bedroom.

They fell on her bed, his body on top of hers as he lowered his head to her stomach, kissing and licking the exposed skin while his hands gripped her top, pulling it of her head and working on her black pants. She lifted her hips as he left her with only her black lace underwear. His pants were off and he climbed the bed as he gazed in her eyes, settling himself over her.

"I could really grow to love you," he whispered in her ear. He knew he really that was true, the question was could she let herself be loved by him? Her response came in the form of a kiss, filled with passion. But as they started to go further she pulled away suddenly, wrapping a sheet around her body as she tried to calm herself down.

"I can't do this," she whispered so softly he almost didn't hear her.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked, worried that he crossed the line with her.

"No, it's just… It's too fast. If we sleep together today it will be because I'm on rebound, and I don't want that," she turned her back to him, suddenly ashamed of how far she let everything go. She felt his hands on her back, soothing.

"It's okay. We'll take this as slowly as you want to take," he said as he got up and started to put his clothes on. She expected him to go but instead he picked her clothes up from the floor and gave them to her. "What do you say we watch a movie or something?"

"I would love that," she said with a smile. Sully turned and left the room to give her privacy while she changed. Brennan got up and put her clothes back, relieved that things didn't go as far as they could have gone.

He stared at the mirror for a long time, his eyes never leaving his reflection. His mind played innumerous scenarios, but every time Brennan and Sully would still sleep together. The rage he felt had grown, and he could feel his blood boiling in his veins. His eyes on her face, his hands on her breasts, his lips on her skin. His fists were so tight he was starting to break the skin of his palms with his fingernails. And he needed to release the rage.

Looking at his hands he brought his right fist next to his face, and almost naturally he punched the mirror. The broken shards imbedded his knuckles, but his face was solid, cold, showing no sign of pain. The blood ran freely through his fingers and into the sink. Looking at the scarlet path of it running down the sink, he knew only one truth.

Jealousy would drive him mad.

The next morning was quiet in the lab as everybody tried to will the hangover away, failing miserably. Angela was slumped on her desk trying to get the pounding in her head to stop. She had taken all the medicine she could get, but none of them worked, so she just hid herself in her office praying that her help wouldn't be needed so early.

Hodgins yawned for what seemed like the tenth time that morning. Resting his head on his hands his eyes roamed the platform. Zach was half asleep in a chair still using the rubber gloves he put on to examine the skull now abandoned in front of him. Hodgins laughed, the kid was obviously hangover. His eyes continued to scan the area, taking in the details to help his mind concentrate. Near the door he spotted something very interesting.

"I gotta get Angela," he whispered as he walked towards her office. Knocking on the door he heard her inside.

"Go away," came the muffled voice of the artist, burying her head in her arms.

"Brennan just got here," that didn't get her attention, "She's late, and she's not alone". The artist's head snapped up.

"I'm awake," she said as she got up and crossed her desk, pushing Hodgins out the door towards the entrance. Near the glass doors of the lab stood Brennan and Sully, kissing softly. Angela put a hand over her mouth not to scream. She was grinning, half happy for her best friend and half worried for her. Was she ready to move on?

The couple separated but continued to hold each other, both displaying a silly smile as they continued to talk. He gave her a peck on the lips and turned to leave as she did, but then he turned and gave her another peck, running out the door leaving the anthropologist giggling behind.

"You look happy," she said as Brennan continued to giggle, "You look really happy".

"I told you Ange, I have to move on. And I did," she said as they walked towards her office. Brennan sat herself behind her desk and turned the computer on while she checked her mail. Angela sat in front of the desk eyeing her friend curiously.

"Bren, I don't mean to crash your party but, are you sure you're ready?" asked Angela.

"I don't know what that means, but yes, I'm sure. I'm a healthy young woman, and it has been months. It's not like I jumped into bed with him right after I met him. We've been spending time together for a while. I just decided to take things further".

"Honey, I just don't want you to underestimate those feeling I know you still have for Booth. I don't want anybody to get hurt, especially you," there was a sweetness in her tone that sowed the sincerity in her words, so Brennan decided to return the same honesty.

"Ange, I know you worry and you are right, I still have feelings for Booth. But it's over, and I can't dwell on the past, you told me that yourself. I will be careful, I promise. But I really believe that I'm doing the right thing. I like Sully, and I really believe that he likes me too. We have fun, and we work together, so why not?" she looked at her best friend with soft eyes, trying to show her that everything would be okay. Angela smiled broadly.

"Okay, honey. Just looking out for my girl," Angela said with a sweet smile that quickly turned into a mischievous one, "So how was it?" she asked raising her eyebrows.

"Ange!" said Brennan as she lightly blushed, her cheeks turning pink.

"Oh, come on sweetie! Tell me how it was" she said as she leaned closer to the desk, "Was it good? Hot, sweaty, passionate? Was he the best?"

"Ange…" she said calmly.

"Did he make you scream his name?"

"Booth," Brennan said.

"You screamed Booth's name? That's awkward," Angela's brow was furrowed in confusion.

"No, I mean," Brennan said as she pointed her finger to the figure walking towards her office. "Booth is coming".

"Okay, sweetie, I get it. Talk later. Lunch maybe?" Angela asked as she got up to leave.

"I'm meeting Sully," Brennan said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll give it a break. But I'm still grilling you for details later," Angela turned to leave.

"Ange," called Brennan.

"Yes, sweetie?" Angela called from the doorway.

"I didn't sleep with him. We watched movies all night," Brennan said with a smile.

"I'm glad you're taking things slowly, honey," and with that the artist was gone. And within seconds the agent was inside the office.

"Hey Bones," he said casually, but she knew him better than that. Something was up.

"Hi Booth," she said, matching his tone, "Do we have a case?" she asked prodding the reason why he was there.

"No, I just wanted to ask if you would go to lunch with me," he was the picture of insecurity and that innerved her. His usual confidence smile was replaced by an uncertain one and he rocked back and forth on his heels with his hands shoved deeply in his pockets.

"I'm meeting Sully, but I can cancel if you need me to," and just that easily she realized she was once again putting his needs in front of everybody else's. Old habits die hard, she thought.

"No, I'm sure he wouldn't like that, I can talk to you later" and he turned to leave. She crossed her desk fast to stop him from leaving but her foot caught the edge of the carpet and she stumbled forward. Instinctively he held her in his arms, supporting her. And then she saw it.

"What happened to your hand?" she asked as she took his hand in hers, delicately running her fingers over his knuckles, covered by angry red lines of where the glass cut in.

"It was nothing, stupid mistake," he tried to pull his hand away but she held it in place.

"Booth, why did you do this?" she whispered, her eyes never leaving his hand.

"It doesn't matter," he said, pulling his hand away with more force than necessary.

"Yes, it matters. Because I'm still your friend, rather you like it or not. So tell me what is on your mind," her voice was pleading, and he hated to cause her angst.

"Temperance, just answer one thing," he said, looking into her eyes, "I need to know that you're okay, and that you'll be okay". She seemed to think about it for a while and in the end a light smiled graced her features.

"I'm fine, Booth. I still have my friends, and you," she answered honestly, hoping she didn't cross the line. He smiled at her, taking her hands in his.

"Than I accept the end. Nothing is more important than your happiness," he said as he lifted her hands, kissing her knuckles, "Who knows? Maybe he will have better luck teaching you pop culture," he said with his charm smile and Brennan laughed.

"Maybe," she said as she watched him walk towards the door. He was almost out when he turned back.

"For the record, I really thought that we were forever," and he was gone. She lifted her hands, gently running her finger over where he had kissed it.

"So did I," she whispered for no one to hear. She really thought that it would last forever, but, then again, her life wasn't a fairy tale, and they wouldn't live happily ever after.

And it didn't matter how hard she wanted that to be possible.

So, what do you think? Love it? Hate it? Want to kill me? Feel free to push that button and tell me what is on your mind!!! Don't know when next chapter will be up, probably in the middle of the week.