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Booth shook his head when he heard cheers downstairs. He sat running his hands through Brennan's hair while she slept, she restlessly shifted and he rubbed his other hand up and down her back. When she calmed down, he got up and stripped down. He was starting to crawl into bed when he heard a knock on the door. He pulled on his jeans and answered the door. Craig was at the door.

"Do you need me to sit with her while you finish up downstairs? I know, I know why she is having them," Craig paused and Booth asked him.

"She told you?"

"No we have often shared a room with Tempe, one night Jeanie was a night behind and Tempe was in a room with me. She talks in her sleep. She does not know that I know and I would never mention it until she was ready to tell me," Craig explained.

Booth nodded and Craig entered the room and sat down in a chair next to the bed. Booth walked down the stairs buttoning his jeans as he walked; reaching the dining area, he got a wolf whistle from Angela, Harding, and Perotta.

Harding took a longing glance at him and said, "Booth if I knew you looked like that I would have tried to hook up with you when you were down my way."

Booth raised his eyebrow and told her, "Yeah well trying to convict Bones of murder would have put a stop to anything you tried."

Booth grinned at her then Angela laughed that out that it would have been magical. Booth grinned and winked at her and sat down in the chair Charlie had just vacated. Some of the agents eyed Booth's muscles and felt a twinge of jealousy. Angela stood up and walked upstairs, she came back down and handed Booth a shirt. Booth shrugged into and buttoned it half way.

"Where is Finley?"

"I fired him," Charlie told him Booth cocked his eyebrow and Charlie who continued.

"After Angela kicked him over in his chair and beat the crap out of him. Which by the way nice job Angela we enjoyed watching it immensely. He was relieved of duties for improper actions and behavior during a federal investigation by order of Deputy Director Sam Cullen." Booth rubbed his forehead and went back to the notes.

"So is there anything left open?" Brennan's phone rang on the table next to his hand. Picking up the phone, he answered it.

"Dr. Brennan's phone."

"Hey Booth we have matching DNA on at least 15 victims to both suspects. We have a matching striation on the bullets that hit Dr. Brennan as well as found in the wall. We have a matching striation on the bullets found at the warehouse. We have fingerprints all over the guns. They're not going anywhere for a long time."

"Thanks Cam," Booth said slowly then he hung up the phone.

"They are forensically screwed. We have enough evidence to put them away for a long time. It will not stop the Los Zetas but it will put them in a rut until they rebuild. Hopefully the local FBI can get their hands on Juan and Pedro or whatever the bastards names are. This case is officially closed. Please enjoy the rest of the conference."

The agents shook his hand and told him that they would ask after Dr. Brennan.

He closed the door and looked over at the Bikers and told them, "You guys should go to your rooms get some sleep. I will take care of her."

They nodded then got up and left going to their own rooms. Booth went upstairs and opened the door, Craig sat in the chair head bowed, hands pressed together at the fingertips. He looked up and nodded, standing he quietly left the room. Booth stripped down to his boxers and crawled into the bed. She attached herself to him immediately and snuggled up against his side. Booth fell asleep to the sound of her soft snore.

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The alarm clock went off and Brennan threw it across the room. Booth chuckled and she groaned and snuggled back in. They woke up when Booth's phone rang.

"Booth. No Special Agent in Charge Mac we are not doing the conference today. Make me. Make her. Okay." Booth hung the phone up and grinned at Brennan. She looked at him in confusion.

"We should go do our lectures," she chided.

"I do not even think so," Booth shook his head and emphatically stated.

"We are taking the day off and everyone except for a few will understand. I'm sure Charlie is covering my lectures and more than likely Wendell is covering yours through the conference link, which I'm sure Angela set up." Brennan groaned and rolled back over pulling the pillows to her chest.

"So what are we going to do then? I don't like doing nothing." Brennan mumbled into the pillow.

"What would you like to do?"

She glared at him from the pillow. Booth chuckled and pulled her close. She gave him a mock glare and jumped off the bed. He jumped in surprise at her sudden movement. She gave him a grin, took off her clothes, and walked out onto the balcony. Turning on the hot tub, she sat on the lounge chair.

"Wouldn't it be wise to put some clothes on? You're sitting out during broad daylight..."

"Thirteen floors above the street," She finished for him and grinned.

"It's a good way to get your Vitamin D," she stated in her squint voice.

"I think I'd rather take a multi-vitamin instead," he countered.

The hot tub started to bubble and steam, she slipped in and smiled over her shoulder. When her dressing got wet, she frowned and plucked at it. Getting up she pulled it off and glanced at the wound. Her eyes widened in shock at the tattoo. Booth watched as a wall fell into place. He stripped down and got in the hot tub with her. Sidling up to, her he turned her face toward him. Her eyes were hard and her jaw set.

"No matter what mark they put on your body, you belong to you and no one else. The only person who can change you is you. No one else," Booth soothed.

She looked in his eyes and said in a calm voice.
"You changed me. You changed the way I view things and people. So someone else can change you," she said biting her lip.

"Only and I mean only if you let someone change you and you get to choose those changes. I would never want to change you I like you for who you are, just the way you are," he told her kissing her temple.

"Really?"

"Yes really, now let's enjoy today and forget that. When it heals you can have it removed if you want." She nodded and sat down back to chest with him.

"Aren't hot tubs a good place for bacteria?" Booth questioned her.

"If they are not properly taken care of yes they can be. However, the first time I stayed I ran a test. Showed the manager and told him how to properly shock and clean them. Since then I have been assured they do it properly. I ran tests the second and third times and they always came back clean."

She grinned at him and he chuckled. They stayed until their skin got all pruney. Walking through the bedroom, she pushed him on the bed. Climbing in on top of him, she made him see stars for the next two hours. Panting on the bed they laid curled up together, him running his hands through her hair, her running her hands across his chest.

"So you really love me the way I am?"

"Yep."

"Even though I don't believe in marriage the way you do?"

"Yep, love is not a conditional thing. I fell in love with you years ago and stayed that way even after knowing. So what makes you think that would change?"

She shrugged at his question. They heard a knock at the door. Booth groaned and told her not to get it. She smiled gave him a peck on the mouth and shrugged into her robe. She walked downstairs and pulled the door open.

Angela pulled her in a hug, "Sweetie I would ask how you're doing but I see your fine. You have sex... well everything. I figured I would warn you Cam, Sweets and Jack are coming for lunch. They'll be here in about 15 minutes."

Angela breezed in the door and went to the kitchenette and made some coffee. Booth came down the stairs shrugging into a robe.

"Morning studly," Angela grinned at him and finished making coffee.

Brennan walked towards him and told him who was coming for lunch. While she was speaking to him, there was another knock at the door. Angela bounced to the door and opened it. They heard a squeal and Booth rushed out to see what was the matter. Angela pulled the door open and bell hops started pouring into the room bring vase after vase of every flower imaginable.

Angela was directing them where to put them. Booth walked up to one and pulled out the card. Scanning it, he grinned and handed it to her.

Dr. Brennan, ¡Que te mejores pronto!
¡Gracias por todo! Agent Boleman

"I didn't do anything. Why would they send me flowers?"

There were about forty vases when the bellhops were finished. Brennan reached into her purse and tipped them all graciously. Angela was walking around smelling the flowers.

"You two should really get dressed everyone will be here soon," Angela pointed out.

They headed upstairs and got dressed quickly. They were coming back down the steps when the door opened and everyone spilled in.

"Wow Dr. Brennan it looks like a hot house in here," Cam stated with a smile.

"Aren't they beautiful?" Angela gushed. Sweets glanced around and raised his eyebrow at Booth. Booth shrugged and grinned at him. They sat down to lunch when Sweets looked up at Brennan.

"You know Dr. Brennan if you need to talk about last night I'm always here to listen." She leveled a stare at him.

"Although I appreciate the offer Dr. Sweets I not feel it is advisable to discuss what happened last night." Sweets nodded and went back to eating.

"Nice shot last night by the way Sweets."

"You shot someone last night Dr. Sweets?"

"No, Dr. Brennan I sucker punched Agent Finley," Sweets blushed.

"I don't know what that means, you mean you punched him?" He nodded a yes.

"Why?"

"He irritated me and we will just leave it at that." Angela started laughing and between giggles told Sweets.

"That's funny I kicked him over in his chair and beat on him for awhile last night."

They started laughing slowly at first but it got louder. By the time Charlie reached the dining area, they were breathless with laughter. He smiled at them and sat down. After lunch, everyone went back to the convention center.

Booth and Brennan sat together on the couch watching a football game.

Brennan turned and looked at him. "I want to ride home."

Will they ride home? How will Booth get there? Will he be riding bitch? mauahahahaha. Let the mostly fluffiness ensue.
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