A/N: Sorry this took so long and I apologize for it's length (or lack there of). I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think! Wedding time! :)


The next morning (Outside the City of Philadelphia courthouse)

The small rental car was parked in front of a tree in the courthouse yard. Acting nonchalant, Booth nervously leaned against the passenger door, watching his fiancé pace by him. Brennan was twisting her hands, mumbling something bitter toward Angela.

"They'll be here, Bren. Have a little faith."

She shot a nasty glare at him and continued to pace. "Angela said they'd be here by eight. Why aren't they here yet?"

"Babe, it's not even five after. Give them a bit of leeway. They don't know this city like I do."

"Don't lean on the car. You and all of your medals and decorations are going to scratch it."

Booth sent a charming grin her way, not moving off the car. They had picked up a rental after they left the courthouse the night before and made a quick drive to D.C. to pick up Booth's service uniform, which was dressier than his combat uniform, and Brennan's sundress.

Booth looked her over in the dress. How Angela even convinced Bren to buy it was beyond him. It hugged her curves in just the right ways and showed enough cleavage to drive him nuts. Brennan stole a couple of glances. She now understood why women were so attracted to men in uniform. It wasn't as if the uniform revealed his toned abs or anything but it drove Brennan crazy just looking at him.

"Sweetie! See, I told you this dress looks amazing! What do you think, Studly? Doesn't your wife look wonderful?"

Brennan looked annoyed with her friend. "I'm not his wife yet. The judge hasn't married us yet. And why are you late? You said you'd be here by eight!"

Angela rolled her eyes. "Brennan, sweetie…you need to chill out. I get that you're nervous. Studly is, too. Look at him. The way he's sweating, he could refill the Atlantic in a minute."

Booth looked offended. "I am not! I'm not nervous. I'm…cool. And I'm only sweating because this uniform is heavy and thick. So can we get inside, please? You can give Bren her pep talk on the way to Judge Henderson's chambers."

"I do not need a pep talk!"


"Ah! Private Booth! Ms. Brennan! Glad to see you brought some witnesses!" Walter shouted as they entered his office. "Now you two look a little more dressed to get married. Yesterday, you looked like some rampant jungle adventure hunters."

The couple blushed and Booth handed the papers to the judge. Walter looked over the marriage license and the petition he had signed yesterday. He nodded, indicating things were all in order and asked Brennan and Booth if they wanted to say their own vows.

"No! Just do your thing," Brennan sputtered.

"Just nothing with God," Booth added.

Brennan nudged him and said, "It doesn't really matter, Judge Henderson. I'm not religious but Booth is, so…I'm fine with mentioning God in our vows."

"Well, I don't want Bren to hold it against me later, so just skip the God part. I'll just go to confession later."

"No, I'd feel bad if we skipped that part. And why would I hold it against you?"

"You just would, okay? We'll fight about something stupid like your rice milk and you'll bring up the fact that not only do you not believe in God but you had to say His name in our vows and I don't really want to fight about this. So let's just drop it. No God."

"No! Put God in the vows. Because he's the one who will bring it up later. I don't want some resentment just because I have chosen to believe in science rather than a myth."

"God is not a myth!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Walter interrupted, "I hate to break up this debate but are you two sure you want to get married?"

"Don't worry, Judge," Angela stepped into the conversation, "They'll have hot, sweaty, angry sex after this and they'll forget all about this stupid conversation."

"Angela!" Booth and Brennan shouted at her, Booth's face turning beet red.

"So…" Walter prompted, "Is this a religious thing or not?"

"No! And that's final, Bren. We are going to have a real ceremony eventually and it'll be a religious one. We can make up for the non-religious vows with a religious ceremony. Deal?"

"Deal!"


"I, Temperance, take you, Boo-, I mean, Seeley, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."

"I, Seeley, take you, Temperance, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."

Without warning, Booth pulled Brennan close and put his lips to hers.

Jack groaned and threw his hands up in the air. "Dude, he didn't say 'you may kiss the bride' yet."

"Shut up, Hodgins."

"Yeah, shut up, Hodgie. Let the newlyweds have their moment."

Judge Henderson chuckled. "Alright, kids. Now all you have to do is sign the license saying you're official."

Booth snatched a pen from the cup on Walter's desk and signed his name.

"Here you go, Mrs. Booth. Sign away."

"I'm still Dr. Brennan."

"I know. I just wanted to say it. Sounds weird, huh? Mrs. Booth was my mom. Yeah…you're still Bren."

"But I'm still yours."