A/N: This chapter is longer and there are mentions of sex but nothing really extreme. Thanks to those of you who have read/reviewed/alerted it's awesome and I think I have the problem fixed that it will update when I post. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! It's about to get very interesting so stay tuned! Please review!

Chapter 3:

Their flight was filled with silence as they both thought about what had just transpired between them. They were legally married, and most importantly…they had consummated their marriage. That was the worst part, but only one of them actually remembered the act.

"Angela is going to know," Brennan broke the hours of silence.

"What?" Booth asked, not following her line of thinking.

"She's going to know that we had sex," Brennan said and Booth's eyes grew wide.

"Whoa, okay. Look, you don't have to say that too loud, okay?"

"Why? I'm sure most of the people on this plane have satisfied biological urges before Booth."

"This is just not something you talk about in public," Booth leaned close and whispered to her as some of the other passengers began to shift uncomfortably in their seats as they overheard the conversation.

"Well, we have to talk about it sometime," Brennan pointed out.

"Fine, just keep your voice down," Booth told her and she leaned closer to him.

"She's going to know that we …" she looked around and leaned even closer, whispered, "had sex."

"How do you know?" Booth asked.

"She says that she can just sense it. She's strangely good at it, she's been right on several occasions," Brennan said and Booth raised both eyebrows at her. "I have biological urges too, Booth."

"Fine. Well, you could always lie to Angela," Booth suggested.

"That's not logical. If she knows what good will lying do? Besides, you know I'm not very good at lying," Brennan said.

"True," he agreed and she gave him another look that told him she was expecting him to agree with her. "What are we going to do?"

"We could just tell them," Brennan suggested.

"Why would we do that?" he asked, his voice taking on a higher active.

"Why hide it? Especially if we're having the marriage annulled?" she asked.

"You don't realize that they wouldn't let us work together anymore?" he asked her.

"They can't break us apart because of one stupid night," she said and Booth dropped his head. She didn't want to be with him. He realized that now, seeing her reactions to what was happening. He wanted nothing more than to spend a life with her, but he realized his chances of that continued to diminish. She thought that they were stupid. What they did was stupid. True, he didn't remember much of the night, but he knew that it was still special to him. Not to mention, he had Cam, but whenever they were together, he always pictured Brennan's face. He wondered what Cam would say, what she would think when she found out. That was a conversation he did not want to have.

"Yeah, really stupid," he said trying to convince her that that night didn't mean anything to him either.

"So, can I tell Angela?" she asked him. "Because once Angela knows, everyone will know."

"As long as I can tell Cam," he said. They had managed to keep their 'relationship' a secret, even though he was pretty sure Angela and Hodgins knew but just didn't say anything to them about it.

"Okay," Brennan agreed, not questioning him.

The remainder of their flight was spent in silence, and Brennan had fallen asleep beside him. He sat there for several minutes just watching her. He loved watching her, but watching her sleep was when he really thought about her and how beautiful she was, and how he wished that for once she wouldn't be so scientific with her views on things like relationships and marriage. He had admitted to himself a long time ago that he loved her, but the only problem was that he could never admit it to her.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Brennan drove to her apartment and found Angela sitting outside of her door, looking a little down in the dumps.

"Are you okay?" Brennan asked.

"I don't know. I don't think Hodgins and I are meant to be together. I figured we could go out or something. Get drunk and forget about things for awhile," Angela said as Brennan opened the door to let her inside.

"I don't think so, Ange. I'm really tired, and a little jet lagged. I have some things to think about," Brennan said as she took her luggage into her bedroom and Angela followed her.

"So, how was Vegas? Did you and Booth have a good time?" Angela asked her, smiling.

"We were there to work, Angela," Brennan said, trying to lie but Angela could always tell, and she tried a different approach.

"Did you two share a hotel room?" she asked her and she saw Brennan didn't skip a beat.

"Only last night since he didn't have the money for another night, so I offered that he could stay in my room," she said.

"Mmm…" Angela nodded as Brennan began unpacking her bags and took out the 'Roxy' dress. She took a hanger from her closet and began to hang it up. "Whoa! What is that?" she asked and took it from Brennan and whistled. "Did you wear this?"

"We bought it to go undercover," Brennan explained as she grabbed it back.

"Wow. Booth must have picked this out. I must admit the man has got good taste," Angela said as she took in the dress once more before Brennan put it in the closet. "Did you drive Booth crazy?"

"No."

"Oh please, no one could resist you in that dress, sweetie. That thing is … whew … that is hot," Angela said and Brennan turned away, remembering for the first time the events of the night before.

She closed her eyes as she could feel Booth's hands roaming her body once more, she could feel him ripping her from the dress and how he devoured her in kisses. She also remembered that no one had ever made her feel so special. The way he had taken care of her in that moment. It made her feel good, like she meant something to someone.

"Oh. My. God," Angela said and Brennan turned to face her.

"What?"

"You slept with Booth."

"What? No," Brennan said as she continued to unpack the rest of her things.

"You did, didn't you?" she asked and then squealed. "Okay, I need details, sweetie."

"I didn't sleep with him, Ange," Brennan tried to lie again but her attempt failed miserably.

"Oh you can't lie to me. Come on, tell me what it was like," Angela said as she plopped herself on Brennan's bed and waited for Brennan to comply.

"You promise you won't tell anyone?" Brennan asked.

"I can't promise, but I will try my best," Angela said, trying to hide the smile that crept onto her face.

Brennan sat next to Angela and hesitated before starting her story.

"Last night Booth came to my door drunk. He needed a place to stay for the night so I let him in. I needed a drink so we both went down to the casino and well…things are kinda hazy after that. I remember waking up and taking a shower and I saw Booth in the lobby. Turns out we got so drunk that we had gone to the chapel across the street and gotten married."

"Oh. My. God."

"Could you stop saying that?" Brennan asked.

"Sweetie, this is what I've been waiting for. I mean, you two are meant for each other. You belong together," she said, placing her hand over Brennan's.

"We slept together, too. Which, I don't remember at all," Brennan said.

"Wow, sounds like a great night," Angela said. "What are you going to do about it?"

"We're getting the marriage annulled. We talked a little on the plane. I think Booth was pretty upset."

"Because he loves you, sweetie. I'm sure he remembers last night," Angela said, smiling again.

"He doesn't. He told me," Brennan said.

"Booth could be lying," Angela pointed out and that made Brennan wonder. How much did Booth really remember? She would have to ask him later. "Can I tell Hodgins?"

"Angela! I thought you weren't going to tell anybody!" Brennan accused.

"I said I would try not to tell anybody, but I didn't promise. You can't expect me to keep something like this from him can you?" Angela asked, and Brennan nodded.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Booth walked into the lab after leaving the airport, not sure what he was about to do. He was going to ask Hodgins, which was in his opinion a very slippery slope. Since Angela was going to know, he figured maybe it would be best if he heard it from him first.

He walked up to Hodgins' desk, seeing that he was busy identifying a bug of some kind.

"Invading the personal area, dude," Hodgins said without looking up at him.

"I … I need your advice," Booth said hesitantly. He never brought up personal matters with Hodgins, so he wasn't surprised when Hodgins lifted his head up slowly, his eyes wide, his mouth turning into a huge grin.

"My advice?" he asked happily, taking his gloves off. "With women?" he asked, hopeful.

"Sort of," Booth said, scrunching his face, knowing that he would have to shoot Hodgins after this conversation. Hodgins just looked at Booth expectantly and waited for him to start.

Booth turned away, already regretting the conversation and took a deep breath.

"I slept with Brennan," Booth admitted.

Hodgins looked at him skeptically and then began laughing. "That's a good one, man. Who put you up to this? Was it Angela? Cuz that's good."

"It's not a joke," Booth said and Hodgins' eyes grew wide, almost scared. "In Vegas."

"Dude…" Hodgins said, now getting excited.

"Don't call me dude. Listen, you can't tell anyone. Angela probably knows already, but…don't tell Zach or Cam."

"No, I promise."

"Last night I got…totally plastered and I went up to her room, and she proceeded to get drunk and … things sort of happened. We ended up married. Long story short, I remember pretty much everything, and Brennan doesn't."

"Wow. How was it?" Hodgins asked after processing all of the new information.

"That I am not discussing with you," Booth said and after reading Hodgins' facial expression, decided that he better. "It was amazing, okay? She's amazing, but I can't tell her that, she thinks it was really stupid."

"Well, she doesn't remember, how would she know if it was stupid?" Hodgins asked.

"Thank you."

"So, what are you going to do about the marriage?" Hodgins asked. Then if finally registered to him that Booth was already in a relationship. With Cam. That wasn't good. "How are you going to tell Cam?"

"That's what I need you for," Booth said.

"Oh, that is one thing I do not want to get involved with, you're on your own man."

"Hodgins, come on," Booth said pleading. "I am going to tell you this, but if you tell anyone, even Angela, I swear to God I will shoot you."

This time Hodgins could tell Booth was deadly serious and simply nodded his head.

"When I'm with Cam, I always see Brennan's face. I picture myself with her. I want to be with her more than anything."

"And the problem is?" Hodgins asked.

"She thought last night was stupid and a big mistake. She doesn't want to be with me. I already know that."

"I think you should tell her how you feel," Hodgins said.

"That would go over well," Booth said sarcastically. "Hey, our marriage is annulled, but I love you and want to be with you forever, will you marry me?"

"That works," Hodgins said and Booth grunted, running a hand through his hair. "More importantly what are you going to tell Cam?"

"I don't know yet. That's what I need your help with. Do I tell her about last night or do I just break up with her?"

"Cam will understand," Hodgins said and Booth looked at him wide-eyed.

"Do you know Cam? She would seriously kill me," Booth said.

"Then break up with her, and don't tell her about Brennan. We can all keep a good secret around here," Hodgins said smiling, sipping his coffee.

"Sure," Booth said and turned and walked away in search of Cam.

"Hey," Cam said as she pulled him into her office and kissed him on the lips. "I missed you. How was the trip?"

"It was…good," Booth answered, stepping away from her.

"What happened?" she asked, worried.

"I did a lot of thinking, and I don't think this is working out, Camille," he said and he saw her face drop, tears gathering in her eyes.

"I should've known this would happen," she said as she wiped away a stray tear and went to sit behind her computer.

"What would happen?" he asked, walking back over to her.

"You and Brennan. Something must have happened in Vegas between the two of you."

"Nothing happened," he said as he brought his hand up to comfort her, but she brushed it away.

"I understand," she said as she turned away from him.

He stood up from his seat on her desk and turned to leave. Before he did so, he turned around and saw her facing away from him.

"I'm sorry I hurt you, Camille."