A/N: Here is the last chapter. I'm so sorry for the delay. Sorry for errors, I had no time to read it.

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Sully parked his car in a free spot in front of Wong Foo's. A phone call placed fifteen minutes before sent him and Brennan out on a mission.

Sully stepped out of the car in the same time Brennan did and they both headed to the entrance of the restaurant. Inside, the tables were all vacant, indicating the late hour it was. Brennan scanned the bar, her eyes coming to rest on the lonely figure sitting at a stool. Spotting Sid next to one of the booths she approached him with a smile.

"Hey Sid," the large man turned around at the sound of her voice.

"The Bone Lady. How are you today?" he asked with a smile.

"I'm great. How long has he been there?" she asked nodding her head in the direction of the bar.

"For about two hours. He got here and started to drink. Haven't stopped since".

"How many doses?" she asked, mentally preparing herself for what was to come. Depending on Sid's answer, she would either push Booth out of the bar or carry him. It all depended on the amount of alcohol he consumed.

"I lost track about an hour ago". Yeah, she thought, carried it is. Pushing herself closer to the stools she poked Booth on the back.

"Consuming that amount of alcohol is bad for you," the agent lifted hazy eyes towards the scientist, who smiled. Something flicked in his eyes, but she couldn't identify what it was. It was gone as fast as it came as the agent dropped his gaze back to the glass in front of him. "Come on, Booth, let's get you home".

"Leave me alone," he said as he shrugged the hand she put on his arm. Her face contorted into a pained expression, but deciding it was the alcohol talking, she brushed his behavior off.

"Yeah, I'll do that the minute you're inside your apartment safe and sound," she said and placed her hand on his arm again, "Come on, Booth, please". He looked into her eyes, deep and honest, and pushed himself up. But bad timing was one of Sully's bad points.

"Hi, Booth," said Sully. Booth turned to see the agent standing beside him.

"If it isn't Sully, my buddy. See, it rims," he gave Sully a pat in the back, a little stronger than necessary, "Sorry that your night was cut shorter," he said glancing at Brennan as she stood passive by his side.

"No problem," said Sully with a smile at Brennan, receiving a smile back.

"So, one year huh? That's a lot of time," said Booth with a sly smile, "She didn't dump you yet, did she?"

"Booth…" Brennan warned as if telling him to shut up.

"If she didn't dump you, then maybe you'll last longer than I did," he continued, looking at her, "Maybe you're a keeper".

"Yeah, who knows?" Sully was smarter then that. He wasn't about to get into an argument with a drunk Booth. "So, are you driving him?" he asked Brennan with his keys on one finger.

"Yeah, do you mind? I just drive him there and get a cab home," she reached inside Booth's pocket for his keys, receiving no reaction from him who was too busy staring at Sully. There was something different about him today, but in the fog of his drunken state, he couldn't figure out what it was.

"Why are you talking about me like I'm not here?" Booth said, pouting, "Don't I get a say in this?"

"No, Booth, you don't. You are drunk and I'm not letting you drive so, let's go," she said as she pushed him. He stepped away from her to avoid being touched but accidentally bumped on a near table, knocking a few glasses. They shattered on the floor, bringing Sid's attention to then.

"Oops!" said Booth as he started to giggle, which was a frightening thing to witness. Brennan held his arms to stop him from walking while mouthing an apology to Sid, who just laughed. Pushing Booth out the door she was followed by Sully, who was laughing too.

"Come on Booth, let's get you home," she said as she opened the door and gently shoved the agent inside, closing the door behind him. "I won't be long," she said as she kissed Sully on the cheek. He smiled at her and went to his car, waving at Booth, who was nearly sleeping with his head against the window.

Brennan drove in silence to his house, stealing glances at him every few seconds to make sure he was okay. What was on his mind when he drowned himself in the alcohol was beyond her capacity at that time at night, but she sure would find out when he regained his ability to think straight. Parking her car in front of his garage she took of the seatbelt and got out, crossing the car to the passenger side. Opening the door she pocked him lightly, earning a growl from her drunken partner.

"Booth, come on. I can't carry you; I'm not that strong," she said as she nudged him again, and this time he opened his eyes.

"Bones, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice muffled.

"I'm trying to get you to get up and inside your home so I can go home," she said as she grabbed his arm softly, indicating him to get up. He obeyed, putting himself up with her supporting arms. He started swaying lightly, starting to giggle again, which caused Brennan to start laughing.

"You are so trashed," said Brennan between laughs, hoping she used the right word. Considering Booth's state, he wouldn't have noticed even if it was wrong.

"Am not!" hew spat back like a petulant child.

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Fine, touch your nose with your finger then," she said with a challenging look in her eyes and a smirk on her lips. He brought a hand next to his face to do what she said, but instead found himself gazing at his own palm with a lot of interest.

"Wow!" he said in awe, looking at the lines crossing his hand. Then started giggling again.

"I rest my case," she said while laughing out loud, "Let's go," she said as she pushed him to the door.

Once in front of the door, she searched his keys until she found the right one. But Booth tried to get the keys from her to open the door himself, so she held him back. "Don't do that," she warned him.

"You're no fun," he said, leaning against the wall.

"Unlike you, when you drink," she said, laughing at his pouting face as she got the door open. Booth swayed again, this time crashing himself into a nearby plant.

"Where did this stupid plant come from?" he said, kicking the vase. Brennan smiled, amused with her partner's rage towards the poor plant.

"Come on Booth," she called for him to get in, and so he complied. Once inside the living room, she noticed the many toys spread on the floor. Asking about Parker crossed her mind, but she pushed that thought aside, thinking that she wouldn't get a coherent response anyway. Noticing the way he was walking, or better yet, dragging himself, she placed her hands on his back and pushed him down the hall to his bedroom. "Come on Booth, you need to sleep".

"Yeah, yeah," he sits on the bed and Brennan takes of his shoes. Pulling back the covers she expects him to lie down, but he stands there, watching her. His head bends forward, his mouth touching her stomach through the thin fabric of her blouse, his hands on her hips.

"Booth…" she's stunned at him, speechless.

"To think that all this was once mine," he said as he kissed her navel, his hot breath tickling.

"Yes, it was," she said with emphasis on the last word.

"And now it belongs to someone else," he said, resting his cheek against her.

"Yes, it does," she said as she disentangled herself from his embrace, still felling his heat on her belly. Forcing her hands on his shoulders she pushed him to the bed, covering him with the blanket.

"If I tell you that I loved you, love you and always will, will you leave him?" he asked.

"No," she answered, her tone soft.

"Will you stay?" he asked as he started to drift to sleep.

"Yes," she said as she closed the door behind her when she left the room. Pulling out her cell phone, she made a quick call to Sully, telling him that she would explain everything later. Shutting the phone off, she sighed as she scanned the room, formulating a plan in her head.

So she took of her open coat, her high heel boots and her jewelry. Walking to the hall closet, she grabbed a few blankets and pillows and went for the couch, where she prepared everything for an uncomfortable night of sleep.

And she wasn't wrong.

The first thing Booth noticed when he opened his eyes was that he was in his room. But how did I get here, he asked himself. Lifting his head he immediately regretted the movement as a throbbing pain invaded his brain, forcing him back down.

A few minutes later he managed to pull himself up, sitting on the bed. In the nightstand he found a glass of water and two pills. Taking them quickly, he stood up, sawing a bit at first. Walking slowly as he left the room, he noticed for the first time the noise coming from the kitchen. Picking up his pace, he stood at the doorway, a smile on his face.

Brennan woke up early as she always did. The surroundings confused her at first, but she quickly remembered where she was. Pulling herself into a sitting position her suspicions were confirmed. Her neck was soared as was her back. Gently running her finger in the back of her head she stood up and went to the bathroom, where she brushed her teeth with an extra toothbrush she knew he kept in the closet and brushed her hair.

Remembering the times when she drank, she reached her purse and took two pills from a bottle she had there. Filling a glass of water she entered Booth's bedroom and placed them on the nightstand, noticing that he was fast asleep. Turning to leave, she closed the door making the minimal noise possible.

When she entered the kitchen she was startled with the growl her stomach produced. Maybe she was hungry. Finding the ingredients to make pancakes she started her work. She was so concentrated in cooking and flipping that she didn't noticed the figure leaning against the doorway until he spoke.

"I have never met anyone who could flip pancakes like you," Booth said, enjoying the familiar scenario in front of him. How many times did he wake up with the smell of fresh blueberry pancakes coming from the kitchen? At the sound of his voice she spun around, the frying pan still in her hands.

"Booth, you don't have to be sneaky, you know?" she turned back to the stove, flipping the last one in the air before depositing it on the plate where a mountain of them was already resting.

"It smells delicious," he said, sitting in a chair at the table. She placed the plate in the center, motioning for him to eat. He poured himself some black coffee, silently grateful for her care. Brennan poured orange juice for herself, deciding that the three cups of coffee she already had were enough for the morning. Picking up a fork she placed two pancakes in her plate as well as Booth's, pouring the syrup before cutting then. They ate in silence, neither looking at each other.

When they finished, she picked the dishes and placed them on the sink, prepared to wash everything, but Booth stopped her.

"I'll do it," he said, taking the sponge out of her hand.

"No, Booth, it's okay, you're hangover," she said trying to get the sponge back.

"You know very well that two of those pills of yours always do the trick," he said, motioning for her to go to the living room. So she did, sitting herself on the couch while Booth washed the dishes in the kitchen. When he finished he entered the living room, finding her staring at nothing in particular.

"So, how much of an ass did I make myself last night?" he asked in good humor.

"Not much, I think I got to Wong Foo's just in time. You giggled a lot though," she answered, leaving the bedroom incident out.

"I giggled? Geez, but that is all right?" he asked hopeful.

"And I think you own Sid some glasses," she said with a smirk, which turned into a frown, "Why were you drinking anyway?" Busted, he though, how can I lie to her after all she did?

"Something Angela told me," he was trying to vague, praying that she wouldn't push the matter. But this was Temperance Brennan, so he had no such luck.

"What was it?" she asked, studying his face carefully. Something was up. He looked into her eyes, seeing the concern deep down.

"She told me why you prepared everything that night we broke up," he said, his eyes refusing to meet his.

"She told you that?" Brennan was shocked and horrified at the same time. It wasn't on her plans for him to find out about that, ever.

"I came by the lab, we where talking and she thought I should know," he said, lifting his face to look at her, "I didn't you tell me?" he asked, his voice sad now.

"If you remembered by yourself, it would mean that it meant something when you promised that. But I realized that it was just wishful thinking," she could feel her eyes burning with the control she was pressing in her eyes to stop tears. She hated when old scars were open.

"I meant it when I said it, I really did," he said, reaching for her hands, but she pulled away.

"Then why did you forget?" she asked, a bit of anger in her tone.

"I can't say".

"Can't or won't?" now she was angry.

"Both," he wasn't trying to upset her, but that was something he swore to himself that she would never know. He wouldn't bear to see the look in her eyes when she heard the truth.

"Have it your way Booth. I'm out," and she grabbed her purse to leave, but he blocked her path.

"Do you love him?" he asked, his fingers closing around her arm gently.

"Yes," and she really did. She loved Sully.

"Then why do I feel you still love me?"

"Stop it Booth. I have to go," she tried to get out, but he kept blocking her path.

"You know, I tried walking away, dating again, I really tried to clear my mind of you, but you won't go. Everywhere, all I see is you. All I hear is you and it kills me," he said, his tone becoming desperate.

"Booth, please… don't do this," she was desperate to get out now, the things he was saying and the tone in his voice broke her heart.

"I love you; I don't think that will ever change. But I can't get the fact that you changed so much into my head. Why does everything have to different? I think Sully is a great guy and everything, and I tried walking away, tried to be the bigger man, but I can't. I love you too much".

"Booth, I can't… don't do this…" she was crying, desperately trying to get out but he wouldn't let her go. He needed for her to listen to him.

"Just give me a reason to let go," he said, looking at her eyes.

So she did. Searching inside her purse, Brennan pulled out the item she hid in there before entering the restaurant the night before. She slipped it into her finger and held her hand up to inspection.

"Sully asked me to marry him, Seeley," her tone was soft and sweet. Booth eyed the large princess cut diamond resting on the platinum band. He felt the world coming down on him with force, and every breath he took left him more breathless.

"What did you say?" he already knew the answer, but he needed to hear her say it.

"I said yes," and she released her arm from his grip. Booth walked to the couch and set there, showing no reaction. She turned to leave, stealing one last glance at Booth.

This was her crime, she knew. She slowly murdered the man sitting in that couch. And she bled with him, for him, for herself. She was a murderer.

"I'm sorry," she whispered before closing the door. The tears fell as she ran out the door, searching for her car. Getting in, Brennan drove fast to her apartment, getting there in record time.

When she entered it, she went straight to the bedroom, where she found Sully sleeping.

"Sul?" she asked gently, nudging him to wake up. He opened his eyes to find his fiancé's tear stained face.

"What's wrong honey?" he asked as he pulled her into a tight hug that she accepted gratefully, crying on his chest.

"I just needed you," she whispered.

"I'm here for you," he said softly, rocking her body.

"Tell me you love me," she asked.

"I love you, more than anything in the world," he said, kissing the crown of her head.

"And I love you," she whispered. And that was all she needed for now.

Still sitting in his couch, Booth started to get his senses. She was getting married?

Getting up, he found her coat hanging in the edge of the couch, and her perfume was still present in the room.

To hell that everything was over.

He would only believe in the end when a gold wedding band graced her left hand.

So, what do you think? I'm already planning the sequel, it'll be the wedding. I know this didn't end how you thought it would, but just hang on, there is more to come!!! So leave a review because that will make the sequel come faster!!!

And I have a little game: everyone who guesses the country where the wedding will be gets the first chapter before! Let's see if everyone will get it right!!!