you know it's really amazing what watching Bones can do for you. now I'm all ready to write!

oh, and if you are hoping for a kiss anytime soon, im sorry. I am employing the true love takes time idea in this story...so you gotta wait. (sorry!)

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"A picture of a...a..."

"A little person Booth, yes. I still think they use their stature, or lack there of, for their own personal advantage."

"Well, you use your brain for an advantage, what's the difference?"

"The difference is that I am not playing on people's emotions to acquire things or jobs I do not need or am not capable of doing."

"What does height have to do with that?"

"Nothing! That's my point!"

"This was one case that you drove me crazy!" Booth said, smirking.

"Fine." Brennan pouted slightly.

Booth laughed. "Next picture."

The next picture was a picture of them, with the words 'Structured Well' Written over the top in flowy handwriting.

"Remember? Did you ever make that appointment?"

"No, we decided it wasn't necessary."

"I see."

"And I-I still think..." Booth started.

Brennan smiled. "Me too." Booth flipped the page, his cheeks still warm. The next photo didn't help, as it showed Booth, a fight, and 'Beginner's Luck' written across the top. "I almost put a picture of me in my dress in it but-"

Booth groaned. "Why didn't you?"

"I thought this was better Booth."

Booth shrugged, and then nodded. "You're right."

"And so was I. You didn't lose!"

Booth smirked, and touched her face gently. "Thanks Bones."

Brennan cleared her throat and looked down at the album again.

"This is a letter."

Brennan nodded. "Wait, Booth, I want to explain it."

Booth nodded. "Okay go ahead."

"When Hodgins and I were-were buried, he gave me a piece of paper to say goodbye to someone to. And I wrote...I wrote to you."

Booth was too shocked to speak, just nodded and pulled the letter out to read it.

'Booth, If you are reading this, please know I understand and forgive you. Thank you Booth, for always being there for me.- Brennan' But Brennan had been crossed out and replaced with 'Bones'

Booth choked, and turned to Brennan. "Temperance...if...if I hadn't...if you hadn't..."

"But I did, and you did." Brennan assured him. "And I still believe what I said in the church. I knew you wouldn't need that note, I knew you wouldn't give up."

Booth smiled softly, then his face lit up. "You know Bones, I can't believe that after all that, you still don't believe in God."

"Well, there's no proof he exsists!"

"You're still alive." He said solemnly.

Brennan rolled her eyes. "That was a combination of science and detective work."

"And a little luck. I mean wasn't it lucky you blew up the airbags when we were there?"

"I suppose..."

"Well it wasn't luck, it was God!" Booth said truimphantly.

"More like a logical sequence of events."

Booth sighed. "Bones, sometimes I wonder why I even try." He looked at the next picture. "Wow, two guys hugging."

"Oh, yes. The next case you introduced me to the 'man hug'" Brennan smiled.

"What? Oh, oh yeah...but I said guy hug Bones, man hug sounds weird."

"I don't understand."

"Well, a guy hug is just a casual hug while a man hug sounds like..."

"Like what?"

"Don't worry about it." Booth flipped the page. Booth laughed. "I thought you got rid of that picture!"

The picture showed Angela and Hodgins kissing, Zach examining a body, Cam hovering over Zach, and Booth catching Brennan as she slipped.

"I did too. I found it in my desk, and there was some FBI logo next to it."

"Huh? Are you saying I planted that picture in your desk?"

"Obviously."

"So does this pertain to a case?"

"Oh, yeah. This case you told me there was more than one kind of family. You guys at the lab, you all are my family."

"Are you saying I belong in the lab?"

"Booth!"

"Right, next picture." He said cheekily. Brennan rolled her eyes. "What is this?" Booth asked.

"Oh it's a tape, you want to watch it. Trust me." Booth shrugged and but the tape into the VCR. The screen was black, then he saw him and Brennan on the balcony, and Howard Epps hanging from his hand. The video zoomed up to his hand. Then Epps dropped. Booth flinched. "No Booth, don't you see? He slipped. Okay? You didn't kill him."

"Thanks Bones..." Booth said, but he was trembling. Brennan patted his back, and he pulled her into a rough hug.

"I guess you held up your end of the deal..." Brennan whispered.

"What?"

"Remember when you were scared, you would hug me?"

"Oh yeah...but I'm not scared."

Brennan rolled her eyes. "Booth..."

"Next picture!" He shouted. He flipped the page.

"Oh no, is that the clown head I shot?"

"Yes, don't worry. I apologized to the man for you."

"What?"

"The ice cream man, Booth."

"Well if he hadn't been playing that damn music..."

"Booth, it's all over, okay?"

"You brought it up."

"Sorry." She raised her hands in defense, and caused him to knock the book on the floor. She smiled. "I forgot we were handcuffed."

"Me too." Booth said as they both bent down so he could pick up the book.

"Two pairs of socks...?" Booth asked as he looked at the picture.

"Yes, you went from very solemn to your normal self in this case. I really like your colorful socks."

"Why thank you Bones, I like your big necklaces."

"So you like my big necklaces, but not my big gun?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because, Bones, you tend to shoot people."

"Isn't that what your supposed to do with guns?"

Booth sighed. "Let's move on." He flipped the page. There was a picture of them at a crime scene, but he smiled at the words on top. "A Great Team. Bones, that's just-"

"It's just like you said. It's true."

Booth smiled. "Yeah, Yeah it is."

The next picture was a boat, and on top was "Ahoy the Boat" in quotation marks.

"Do you remember that?" Brennan asked.

"Yeah, sorry about that Bones, but we needed you."

"No you didn't. Remember, 'no bones-"

"Yeah, yeah 'no bones, no Bones' I got it."

"No need to be sarcastic."

"What? I am not being sarcastic."

"Fine, no need to be rude, Booth."

"You were the one that deserted me on a case."

"No I didn't! I honestly couldn't help you."

"Fine. Whatever." Booth flipped the page, but winked at her nonetheless.

Brennan rolled her eyes. "Booth...honestly."

Booth smiled. "Yeah?"

Brennan shook her head. "Nevermind."

"See? We finally reach an agreement." Booth smirked. Brennan sighed, and Booth studied the next picture. "What's that?"

"It's a cross."

"Yes, I can see that."

"You should know what it symbolizes. You're the Catholic."

"Bones! Of course I know what the cross symbolizes okay? I see it every sunday. Why is it there?"

"Well, I thought that could be a peace offering. For all the mean things I said about the priest."

"Well, you only said them because you thought you didn't sail off with Sully because of me."

"Which isn't true."

"Sure it's not."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"You think it was because of you."

"Was it?"

"I don't know. I thought it wasn't but I don't know." Brennan sighed, and flipped the page. She didn't want to think about it right now.

"A Poco CD Bones?" Booth asked.

"It's got Keep on Tryin."

"What is it about that song?"

"My...my dad liked that song."

"Oh, I see."

"I can't believe you knew it."

"I only know Oldies but Goodies Bones, Oldies but Goodies..."

"Meaning good old songs?"

"Yes, that's what it means." Booth said flatly. He looked at the next picture and laughed. "A broad sword? Seriously Bones."

"No, you thought that...we said the victim..."

"Oh yeah. Too bad it turned out not to be the Knights of the Round Table, but the Blades of the Round Propeller. Hmm, slight difference huh?"

"Well I didn't say that was the weapon."

"Actually you did, and Zach said he was speaking comparatively."

"Fine Booth, why don't you take over the lab side of the investigation."

"No way! I'll let you squints run loose in your little lab all by yourselves thank you."

Brennan rolled her eyes. "Just turn the page."

"Gladly, m'lady." Booth said, attempting a British accent. Booth smiled at the next page.

"A recipe? Oh, for Mac n Cheese! Excellent. Is this the one you made me?"

Brennan nodded.

"I can't wait to try it."

"I can help you make it if you want. I think I left some things out, but I can't remember what they were."

"Sure Bones. We can have a mac n cheese night!"

Brennan smiled, and looked back down at the book. "What is this Bones?"

"This is a thank you note."

"Yes, for what?"

"For telling me about my father. For telling me that he stayed so he wouldn't abandon me again."

"I just thought you should know."

"I'm glad you told me."

They both sat in awkward silence, until Booth said. "Well, this is the end of the cases."

"Wait, there are some more pictures."

She flipped the page. The next page was a picture of him and her, with the words friends written on top, and the next picture was a drawing.

"Bones, what is this?" Booth asked, glowing with affection.

"Well, I asked Angela what picture would mean alot to you, and that is what the friends picture is. You are my closest friend, apart from her, and I would've asked you but..."

"It was my present."

Brennan smiled. "Exactly."

"And this. Is this Parker's drawing?"

"Yes. Remember that day he was waiting for you at the Jeffersonian?"

"Yes, well, I was supposed to be there, but Cullen held me up."

"I know, but Parker drew a picture of you and me. See? That's you" She pointed to a stick figure with short hair with the word Daddy written over it. "...and that's me." She pointed to the other figure with long hair and the words Dr. Bones written on top. "He said I could keep it, and I did, but I thought you might want it."

Booth looked at her with teary eyes.

"Thank you Bones. This is the best present that anyone has ever given me." Brennan smiled, and then yawned. Booth looked at the clock. "Wow, it's 2:30. Maybe we should get some sleep?"

"Okay." Brennan said. "Do you want to sleep in the guest room?"

"Only if you do."

"I prefer my room, but it's a little messy."

Booth laughed. "It can't be as bad as mine. Come on, let's go."

They stood up and walked slowly into her room. Booth grabbed his left hand in her right and leaned in towards her. "Thank you Bones. For everything."

Brennan smiled, and turned to face him. "You're welcome, and thanks for being there for me."

"Always, Bones...always..."

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okay everyone say awwww on the count of three, 1...2... just kidding! lol r&r!