Thanks for the support you guys! i really love you, my readers! thanx for sticking it out with me! (group hug!!!)...(?)

Something about this chapter: You HAVE to believe me! True story. I was going to sleep last night, and I was all, hmmm I'm really stuck on Handcuffs of love. What am I going to do? So I went to sleep, and I DREAMED this chapter! It was amazing! So this chapter is the stuff that dreams are made of...(I heart Shakespeare!) (sigh...)

By the way this chapter is going to have an insane amount of spoilers from EVERY episode, so be warned.

Oh, and unless you have proof that you thought of the name of the store that Angela's present came from first, it's mine!! lol! i luv it! of course all of you can borrow it for your fanfics free of charge if you want to! (haha, im just kiddin!)

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"Bones..." Booth said quietly. Brennan looked up and a small smile that hid the tears threatening to fall down her face. "Hey..." He cupped her face in his hand, and patted her hand with the other.

Brennan shook her face and dried her eyes. Not yet she decided. "Well, first of all, I want you to open Angela's gift first, and don't be surprised at what she picked out for you!"

Booth laughed. "Yeah, I won't. The way she keeps trying to get us together, I wouldn't be surprised if she got me some boxers."

Brennan giggled nervously. "Yeah, I guess. Oh and when you open mine, read the card first."

"How will I know the difference between Angela's and yours?"

"I wrapped mine."

Booth stared at her. "You wrapped your present and then put it in a gift bag?"

"Well, I had to keep it safe!"

"From what?"

"From you!"

"Me?"

"Yes, Booth! You like to meddle with my things."

"Well, that's because-that's-that's just not true!"

"Right."

"Whatever Bones, can I just open the presents?"

"Sure, go ahead."

Booth reached into the bag and felt something silky. Booth pulled the red card off the from of the silk wrapping, and it slid off the wooden box. "Is that a bustier?" Booth asked.

"Yes, it is a red silk bustier..." Brennan sighed. Booth laughed and read the card.

"Happy Birthday to a special someone..." He opened the card. "From your special someone. Look, she even signed your name."

Brennan laughed. "That's hilarious."

Booth took the business card off of the box and read it out loud as well "Love Him Lovely."

"You know that second lovely means in a pretty way, not like that picture is lovely."

"Yes, thank you Bones, but I think I captured that with the silk lingerie."

Booth tossed the card aside and opened the box. "Wow! A Rolex! This is a nice watch Bones."

"What is that padding?" Brennan pointed to it.

Booth picked it up and laughed even harder. "It's silk boxers."

"Wow." Brennan said.

"I know. They match my black ones." They both laughed. "Well," Booth said, "Angela really knows how to pick gifts."

"Yes, she does." Brennan said, smirking.

"And apparently she has given up on subtlety."

"Apparently." Brennan repeated.

"You-you don't feel awkward now do you Bones?"

"What? No."

"That's right..."

"What's right."

Booth gave her that small smile that excited and terrified her simultaneously. "Don't worry about it Bones, don't worry about it."

"Okay."

"I'm gonna open yours next! But I'm gonna sing the Happy Birthday song first."

"Why? It's not my birthday."

Booth rolled his eyes. "I know it's not your birthday. But if you aren't going to sing it to me, I will just have to sing it to myself."

"Stop being pathetic Booth, I'll sing it."

"Really?"

"Yes, ready?"

Booth nodded, his eyes eager with excitement.

Brennan smiled. He is so similar to Parker. "Okay, here we go. Happy Birthday to you...Happy Birthday to you...Happy Birthday dear..." Brennan couldn't decide which name to use, so she chose one quickly. "...Seeley...Happy Birthday to you!"

"AND MANY MORE!!!!!!!!!" Booth sang on the top of his lungs. Brennan laughed. Booth grabbed the wrapped present. "Pigs...Nice Bones. Reminds me of Jasper."

Brennan blushed. "He was my inspiration."

"Do you still have him?"

Brennan nodded. "He is on my nightstand."

"Oh." Booth said, smiling. He tore off the wrapping paper. "Sorry Jasper..." He muttered. Then he found a book.

He was about to open it when Brennan stopped him. "Wait! Read the card first."

Booth nodded and picked up the card. "Do you want me to read it out loud?" He asked.

"If you want to."

Booth shrugged and opened the envelope.

"Dear Booth,

First of all, happy birthday! I knew that I had to get a present for you, but I couldn't decide what to get you. I didn't know what to give you. So I decided to give you the past. The past of our partnership. I hope you enjoy it.

Your Partner and Friend,

Bones"

Booth looked at Brennan solemnly. "Bones, that's...that's just..."

"Open the book." Brennan urged.

Booth opened the book and laughed at the first picture. "Scully and Mulder! Did you finally figure out who they were?"

"Yes, they were on the X-Files. That was a very improbable yet thought-provoking show."

"Right Bones." Booth smiled and flipped to the next picture. "Who are these people?" Booth asked.

"Those are the people that were at the Peace Conference when Farid had the bomb. Those are the people that are alive because of you."

"Wow, Bones..." Booth said thickly.

"I just wanted to show you, to remind you that what you did was the right thing."

"Thank you Temperance." Booth said softly.

Brennan nodded, and Booth flipped to the next picture. There he saw his face smiling back at him. "My I.D. card for the Jeffersonian?"

"Yes. Well, a picture of it. That was what you wanted the third case we worked together."

"Yeah, and that was also when I said the bar was mine, but somehow you still sit there."

Brennan rolled her eyes. "Just go to the next picture."

"Wow, a picture of Aurora!"

"Remember?"

"Yeah. Do you still ski with Charlie?"

"I never went." She smiled at him. "I was preoccupied."

Booth puffed out his chest, smiling, and stared down at the next picture. It was a cross, with a butterfly on it. "What does this mean?"

"Well, when we had the banquet, we talked about how you wouldn't make me a liar,because-"

"I believe in heaven. And you had a butterfly on your dress."

"Well, I don't remember. Angela called it my butterfly dress."

"Because it made you look beautiful like a butterfly." Booth said softly to himself.

Brennan shrugged. "I guess."

"Next picture!" Booth said. "Jamaica."

"Yes, remember, you were going to go with Tessa-"

"What is it with you and Tessa?"

"Nothing! And then you didn't, and I really thought you might not come back."

Booth smiled and tilted his head. "Of course I came back to work with you Bones..."

Brennan smiled. "Next picture." She said.

Booth laughed. "Okay, next picture."

Booth smile brightened as he looked at the next picture. "Really Bones? Zach looking in terror at a car?"

"The next case we worked on, you learned that Zach doesn't drive cars."

"Because he's afraid he'll die."

"Well, it's actually quite logical, if you think about the aerodynamics and the-"

"No thank you Bones, I'd rather go to the next picture."

"I don't think so."

"What? It's an empty courtroom, and a coat."

"Remember? You told what I told you in confidence to that lawyer. And then tried to make up for it by offering me your coat!"

"Do we really have to bring it up?"

"Yes! I understand that you had to do it. But still, it isn't rational but..."

"it hurt."

"...yes."

"Bones. I am so sorry. Please believe me that I will never hurt you like that again."

"Okay. Next picture."

Booth looked at her one more time before he flipped the page. He found a picture of a Poco CD.

"What's this?"

"Remember when you told me that sometimes gifts are more about the thought than the actual material object?"

"Was this the gift that your parents gave you before they left?"

Brennan nodded. "You helped prepare me to open them. I want to thank you for that."

"Anything for you Bones." He said solemnly. And then he winked. Brennan rolled her eyes. Booth looked at the next picture. "A hooker?"

"Yes. The one you ordered. On my phone."

"You know I thought this present thing would be fun, but I just seem to be getting blamed for everything."

Brennan smiled. "It was kind of funny though."

"Are you kidding? It was hilarious!" Brennan glared at him. "I-I mean not really." Booth stuttered. "Next picture!"

"What's this?"

"He is Paladin."

"Paladin?"

"You know, the protector...Paladin...Cullen was right. The name does suit you." They both blushed at her comment. Booth shyly moved forward, but Brennan said, "Next picture."

"Citizen 14."

"Yes, I told you Warren was more like you."

"Yes, well even the best can be wrong."

"Are you implying that you are the best?"

"That hurts Bones. That really hurts."

"Why?"

Booth sighed. "Okay, I say next picture." He flipped the page.

"What's this?" There was a gun and another picture of Paladin.

"I found out where you went instead of the funeral. You were protecting me."

"Uh-I-"

"Thank you Booth."

Booth smiled, and stroked her hand. Brennan smiled and looked down at the next picture.

"HAHA!!! That woodchipper! I remember Hodgins and Zach getting in trouble. It was great."

Brennan smirked. "I thought you would like it." Booth flipped the page. "This picture is from the same case." Brennan informed him.

"It's the picture of you as a little girl."

"Yes."

"I am still proud that you asked." Brennan smiled, and nodded. Booth flipped the page. As soon as he saw the next picture he burst out laughing. The picture showed the band foreinger with the words "Hot Blooded: Guilty Pleasure" stretched across the top. "That's a great picture Bones."

"Yeah I thought it would be better than showing you blown up."

"Thank you for that consideration."

Brennan beamed. "No problem!"

Booth rolled his eyes. "Okay, next picture."

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okay peeps! Wanna read all this? Want me to stop going episode by episode? you decide! i wont write the rest of the scene until i know your hearts desires.

P.S. I don't own Rolex. I don't even own a Rolex. I have a timex.