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A/N: Well, finished. This was my first chapter fic. so it feels good to be done. Not that three chapters is anything to fret over:) I hope everyone enjoys the last part!


Brennan strode quickly to the elevator, once again aware of the whispers that followed her down the hall. She could imagine the speculations; the new rumours that would begin to circulate. A lovers' spat maybe? She pushed the DOWN button beside the elevator and hit it a few extra times for good measure. Fortunately for her, the doors opened quickly and she could see Booth running towards her as they shut and the elevator began its descent to the lobby. She paced the short length of the elevator floor, running her hands through her hair, all the while remembering the soft feel of his lips on hers.

She couldn't think strait right now, her mind was in an emotional overdrive and damn if it wasn't his voice that kept running through her head as she heard him repeating all the things that she did; signs that, in his opinion, spoke very loudly of the fact that she was in love. She couldn't deny that she did everything that he said. As a rational being she could not deny that she took the time to admire his excellent musculature, that she allowed him to put his hands on her and yes, that day at the hospital she hadn't been able to resist pressing her lips to his cheek as feelings of gratitude overwhelmed her.

It wasn't until she heard footsteps running up behind her that she realized that she was just standing there, right in the middle of the lobby of the J. Edgar Hoover building. In seconds Booth was in front of her and effectively cutting off her only route of escape. Of course, that didn't stop her from trying to make a break for it anyway.

He grabbed her arm as she tried to move past him. "Bones, wait a second. Please?"

The pained expression on his face and the apprehension in his eyes, that she was sure was mirrored in her own, caused her to stop her struggle.

"Bones, I'm sorry." His look was so gentle that it felt like a physical caress and part of her just wanted to lose herself in the feelings he was arousing and just forget about the fact that this was something that they actually had to talk about

"Really?" She winced as she heard the disappointment in her voice.

He sighed and seemed to be contemplating his answer. "No Bones, not really. I have to be honest; I'm actually very far from being sorry that I kissed you. In fact, I don't think you can get much farther. . . " She couldn't help but let an amused smile come to her lips as he began to ramble.

"Alright, I get it, you're not sorry. What does it mean Booth?"

"I'll tell you Bones, but you have to promise me something, okay?

Brennan hesitated; this could be a mistake of colossal proportions, but . . . "Okay."

"I'm gonna ask you a few questions and you have to be completely honest with me alright? Oh yeah, and I would have to ask you to please not bolt at any point during this conversation."

Brennan just nodded. Here goes nothing.

"You pride yourself on being very rational right?"

"You know I do." She tried to sound irritated, but she heard the obvious tremble in her voice.

"You would describe your job as gathering together all the facts of a case and coming to a logical conclusion, wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah, sure." She was beginning to figure out where this was going and it was making her very nervous.

"Now, if you observed a man and a woman who spent all of their time together, fought like an old married couple, him always touching her in some way, her openly admiring his physical structure. . . "

Brennan opened her mouth in protest, but Booth cut her off.

"Can you honestly deny it? Honestly?"

Brennan closed her mouth.

"That's what I thought."

The remark prompted a glare from Brennan. He moved toward her until he was only a couple inches away from her. She felt her breath catch and felt anticipation building up inside her as she eyed his lips once again, remembering the sensations they had created within her just a few short minutes ago. She was also beginning to notice more than a few spectators attempting to appear discreet as they were drawn into the drama unfolding in front of them.

"If they were always in each others space and in all aspects of their work . . . and even outside their work, they complemented each other so perfectly. What logical conclusion would you draw from the evidence Bones?"

Brennan tried to be rational, logical, but with him standing so near that she could feel his breath fan across her face, she couldn't form a single coherent thought. She thought about what he said and the little voice that had been nagging her all afternoon began shouting at her. She knew how they acted, she knew what it looked like, but is this what the evidence added up to? She was rational, she was logical and the only obvious conclusion was now staring her in the face. But would she let herself accept it? She raised her eyes and met his gaze and for the first time noted that his look was one of admiration and something else that she recognized, but would not let herself identify. Her heart flooded with warmth and in that moment she knew what her answer had to be.

She sighed deeply. "I guess my logical, unbiased observation about this couple . . . would be . . . " could she say it? "That they were in love." She felt her face burning and fixed her gaze firmly on the floor tiles.

The she felt his fingers under her chin, tilting her face up to look at him. She saw a wide grin etched across his, in her opinion, devastatingly handsome features and felt a similar one begin to spread across hers.

"Now, does my description happen to remind you of anyone?"

She began slowly: "Well, there is this one couple, but they insist that they're just partners."

"Are you buying it?"

She knew what he was asking and she knew exactly what she wanted, as scenes of her and Booth flashed through her mind and the light bulb over her head, a favourite of cartoonists worldwide, flashed brightly.

"Not for a minute," she said as she began closing the distance between them.

"Now, being the logical man that I am, if all the evidence added up to the fact that we were in love, what would be the obvious thing for me to do right now?"

"This," she whispered as she closed the gap between them and pressed her lips to his. She could hear a collective gasp from the now sizable crowd they had attracted as his arms went around her waist and her hands slid into his hair. Brennan was far from caring about the spectacle they were arousing as the only thing that she was concentrating on was Booth's lips moving over hers. The pulled back to breathe and Booth whispered to Brennan.

"I think we're being watched. So much for removing ourselves from the grapevine."

"Well, then let's really give them something to talk about."

Brennan smiled widely at him as she crashed her lips into his for another breathtaking kiss.


Please review and let me know what you thought.

I really love that even on the show, this seems to be the only thing that Brennan can't be rational about or won't let herself be rational about.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I really was overwhelmed by the amount of feedback; didn't expect it and you have no idea how grateful I am.