Disclaimer: (see all previous chapters)

AN: This idea has been bouncing around in my head like a pinball for a while. I don't know if you'll like it. It's totally out of character for Brennan. I modeled the church after my aunt's church, which totally rocks. LOL.

And yes, I'm Christian. No, I'm not going to shove God down your throat. It's annoying.

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Brennan was in her office, as usually, on Saturday night. She was writing another chapter for her newest novel. In her writing, Kathy was being pursued by a suspect. It was just nearing the point where she was about to get jumped when…

"BONES!"

Temperance literally jumped in her chair as Booth appeared in her doorway. Panting, she placed a hand on her chest and tried to even her breathing.

"Don't do that, Booth!" she scolded, saving and exiting her program. "You nearly scared me to death!"

He chuckled. "Sorry." Sitting down on her couch, he continued. "Remember when you asked to go to church with me, and I said no?" Brennan nodded. "Well, I've changed my mind." She looked confused, so he explained. "I left the Catholic Church and became non-denominational. At our church, we have one day out of the year where we are asked to bring a non-believing friend. I was wondering if you wanted to come?"

Brennan was taken aback at first. She had always wondered about going to church, but didn't want to become committed. But since she would be going as a friend, she wouldn't have to commit to anything.

"Sure." She said, toying with the wooden necklace around her neck. "What time should I be ready?"

"About…9:30. The service starts at 10." He said, flashing her a charm smile. "Glad you're coming."

Temperance nodded slowly, then more quickly. "Yeah…"

His smile vanished and a look of seriousness replaced it. "But there are a few rules, Bones." She moaned. "I'm serious. First rule: No disrespecting God. Second rule: No fighting the preacher. Third rule: Don't question every little thing said in the service. And the fourth and final rule: Relax! We're all friends there, ok?"

Brennan blinked, then nodded…again. "Fine. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" She asked, getting up to leave. He did the same.

"Yup. 9:30. I'll be there to pick you up." Booth said, following her out to the parking lot and disappearing into his own car.

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Brennan was ready at exactly 9:30. She sat in waiting on her couch until she heard Booth's familiar knock. She opened the door and saw him standing there in a nice t-shirt and jeans. Looking down at her formal black dress, he frowned slightly and shook his head.

"No way, Bones. Casual." He said, pushing her back into her apartment and leading her into her bedroom. Booth opened her closet and pulled out a pale yellow semi-casual button-up top and a pair of nice jeans and handed them to her. "Wear this."

He left the room so she could change. She came back out and he smiled again. "Perfect. Now come on, let's go!"

The ride there was silent, as the two partners were both deep in thought. When they arrived, Brennan saw lots of people filed into a large concrete building. Noticing that they, too, were all wearing jeans, she relaxed a bit. Booth parked and they entered the church. Before they went into the chapel room, an elderly lady hovering by the door approached them.

"Seeley, welcome back!" she said, her voice quivering from her age. She hugged him and then glanced over his shoulder at Brennan. "And who's this lovely lady?"

"Um, Janine, this is my partner. Dr. Temperance Brennan."

Before Temperance could protest, Janine pulled her into a hug. Brennan paused, then returned the soft embrace. They pulled apart and Janine smiled before going off to hug another churchgoer. Booth tugged on Brennan's arm and led her into the large chapel room.

Brennan stood awkwardly as the band played worship songs. Booth kept smiling down at her. She would always answer with her own uncomfortable smile and turn back to the lyrics displayed on the projector screen. Soon the music stopped and the preacher stepped up to the podium.

"Let's pray." He offered, bowing his head and closing his eyes. Brennan watched as most of the people in the church followed his example. She also saw that a handful of people were self-conscious, like her, standing wide-eyed and looking around. When he finished praying, everyone sat and listened to his talk.

Brennan listened with open ears. He spoke of the story of Joseph, the boy who was sold into slavery by his own brothers, and how it turned out to be part of God's big plan. He talked about how Joseph ended up saving all of Egypt and Canaan, and in the end forgave his brothers for betraying him.

All the while she thought of how Russ had left her, and how it turned out for the better, because if she had not heard of forensic anthropology from one of her foster parents, she would never had looked it up on the Internet. And if she never had looked it up, she would have never become an anthropologist. And if she had not become an anthropologist, she would not have met Booth.

She closed her eyes. Maybe there is a God, she thought. Maybe there is a big plan for the world and everyone in it. Maybe…maybe he's watching out for me, and I was supposed to meet Booth. Oh, God, if you're up there, please. I need a sign. I need to know if you're really there.

Brennan felt warmth around her shoulders and realized that Booth had placed his arm around her. She opened her eyes and saw the concern written on his face. It was only then that Brennan realized she had been crying.

"I'm here for you, Temperance." He said softly, placing a hand on her cheek.

Good enough for me, she said silently in her head. Just then, the preacher asked all who wanted to accept Jesus to stand. Immediately, Brennan stood, shaking slightly from her realization. Seven other people stood as well and the church burst into applause.

Booth was surprised at first, but was happy for her. He stood as well so he could envelope her in a hug. Brennan accepted his embrace as her body racked with sobs.

"Hey, it's ok, Bones. I'm here." He said soothingly.

"I can't stop crying, Booth. I don't know what's wrong with me." She said between tears.

He rocked her back and forth slowly. "You're going to be ok. Just look inside of you."

She did what Booth told her and she felt a sense of peace overwhelm her. She knew that she would never be alone again, and that He was always watching over her from the very beginning.

Eventually, Brennan calmed down and realized that almost half the church was filing out the doors.

"Thanks Booth." She said, sniffling. "I really appreciate you being there for me."

"No problem, Temperance. You know I'll always will be." He said, flashing her a charm smile and leading her down the stairs toward the door.

Brennan glanced back at the large wooden cross placed above the stage. "Yeah. I do."

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Ok, so a little cheesy. It's sort of a bumper chapter…sort of. I don't like the ending. And I kind of made it so that Booth is like an angel sent to look over her. Yup, weird…

Please review! Especially on this chapter, I really want to hear what you have to say, cause I'm not sure if I like this one.