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Booth tried to stay out of the way while the mover brought in more boxes. Pleased that they were moving pretty quickly, Booth pointed at the guest bedroom. "You can put them in there, I'll unpack them when I can."

Nodding his head, Burt smiled and dollied in his load of boxes. After dumping the boxes in the bedroom, he was on the way back to the front door when he stopped. "We've moved everything out of your apartment and taken most of the boxes to storage. I just have one more trip to bring up the rest of the stuff you wanted here." Holding out his hand, he gave Booth a key. "Here's the key to storage. I'll be back in a few minutes with the rest of your boxes."

Booth took the key and placed it in his pants pocket. "Sounds great." Wandering into the guest bedroom, he surveyed the boxes sitting along the right wall and sat down on the bed. As soon as the mover came back, he watched the man place the rest of the boxes near the wall with the other boxes.

Burt, pulling a sheet of paper out of his jacket pocket, smiled at the agent. "If you'll just sign this, I think we're done."

Taking the paper and the proffered pen, Booth looked over the manifest and then signed it. "Thanks."

His work done, Burt placed the paper in his pocket and slipped the pen in his shirt pocket. "Nice doing business with you. You ever need to move again, call me. We move anything. One box to a thousand makes no difference to me."

Amused, Booth smiled. "You got it, Burt."

After the man left the room, Booth heard him wheel his dolly across the living room, open the door and then close it. Exhaling deeply, Booth stared at the boxes and shook his head. "Why am I tired? I didn't do anything yet."

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Entering the apartment, Brennan heard music playing on her stereo. The sounds of jazz pleasing to hear, she moved across the living room and entered the kitchen. Not sure where Booth was, she walked over to the bedroom and still didn't find him. Wondering where her boyfriend was, she searched the rest of the apartment until she found him in the guest bedroom, asleep on the bed. There were several empty boxes near the doorway and she noticed that Booth had placed Parker's possessions on the bookcases and in the closets. There were still three boxes to be unpacked.

The room a little chilly, she grabbed a throw from the linen closet, brought it back into the bedroom and covered Booth with it. Staring at him for a few minutes, she finally left the room.

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A little grumpy, Booth entered the kitchen and complained. "Why didn't you wake me up when you got home? I wanted to help you cook dinner."

Placing her knife down on the cutting board, Brennan smiled and walked across the room to where Booth was standing. "We're just having salad and French bread. I didn't need any help." Her kiss on his lips a reminder of their new relationship, she turned to the fridge and removed her special salad dressing and butter. Pointing to the plates and cutlery on the counter she decided he could help her after all. "I wouldn't mind if you set the table while I slice the bread."

The sight of the bread being sliced reminded him that it had been awhile since lunch. Booth gathered up the plates, forks and knives and carried them into the dining room and set the table. "I've almost finished unpacking the boxes. I think I'll wait until tomorrow to put the rest of the stuff away." Retrieving the butter and salad dressing, he carried them in to the dining room and placed them on the table, sitting down afterward.

Carrying in the big bowl of salad and the plate of sliced French bread, Brennan placed them on the table between their place settings. Returning to the kitchen, she brought back to two filled glasses of iced tea.

"So I guess we're going with meatless Wednesdays?" Not very thrilled with the idea, Booth stared at the salad while he picked up a slice of bread and buttered it.

Placing salad on her plate, Brennan nodded her head. "Yes, you agreed to it."

Booth sighed and bit into his bread. Chewing it slowly, he finally swallowed. "Well, I guess it won't kill me."

Sprinkling dressing on her salad, Brennan asked him, "Are you going to go back to work next week?"

"Yeah, I've been told I can't go into the field for at least three weeks though." Sipping tea, Booth grimaced, "I guess I'll spend my time going over my new departmental budget and see what they left me to work with . . . You haven't said anything, but are you working on any new cases? Have you gone to any crime scenes yet?"

Brennan saw that Booth wasn't making much head way with his dinner, but she was going to hold him to his agreement. "I was called out to a crime scene yesterday morning. Agent Harris went with me. He told me that he'd be my partner until you can return to the field. I like him and I trust him. He's not you, but he will do until your return."

Staring at his salad, Booth finally placed some on his plate. "He's a good agent. He'd make a pretty good partner. I mean if they decide I can't go out anymore you could still do what you like to do, you know, I mean if you want to keep going out in the field. I . . . "

The thought of working without Booth an unpleasant thought, Brennan interrupted him. "You're my partner Booth, not Morris Harris. We've already been over this. If you are unable to return to the field I will return to Academia."

He knew he shouldn't be, but Booth was happy to hear her say that. Smiling, Booth reached over and patted her hand. "Alright, just checking."

Shaking her head, Brennan asked him, "How was your therapy this morning?"

Disgusted, Booth placed his fork down. "I can't catch my breath like I should. It's bugging the hell out of me. I mean I unpacked a few boxes and you'd thought I'd run a damn marathon. I'm worried that this isn't going to get better."

"Booth, you are getting better, you're just being impatient." She saw the worry lines on his face and she knew he was upset and he needed encouragement. "It's just going to take time to get where you need to be . . . I was wondering if you'd like to try an experiment tonight."

Curious, Booth picked up his fork and speared a cucumber slice. "What kind of experiment?"

His tone of voice a little petulant, Brennan reached over and took a cucumber slice from his plate and popped it into her mouth. "Well, we are in a personal relationship now and I thought it might be time to have intercourse."

Sitting up straighter, Booth's eyes widened in wonder. "Really? I thought you wanted to wait until next week. You said you wanted me to kind of wait for one more week before we started to uh . . . well make love."

She knew it was a surprise and Brennan watched Booth lick his bottom lip. "Your physician said it was alright for you to try as long as we were careful not to put too much of a strain on you."

Snorting, Booth shook his head. "I'm not sure how that's supposed to work, but I'm game if you are."

Pleased that he was willing to try, Brennan smiled at her boyfriend. "I'm definitely game."

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Holding her in his arms, Booth finally felt his breath return to normal and smiled. "Well, that turned out pretty good."

Brennan snuggled against her boyfriend and sighed in contentment. "Yes it did."

Staring at her closed eyes, Booth leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose. "Well . . . you did most of the work but still, it was pretty good . . . in fact it was pretty damn great."

Sleepy, Brennan didn't say anything. Laying his head on his pillow, Booth closed his eyes. "Being shot and almost dying was pretty, bad but when I think about what it did for me . . . You and me are finally in a relationship, I'm living with you . . . I . . . I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't been shot, maybe we'd have still found a way to become more than partners, I don't know . . . I just . . . I just feel like this is our time Bones. We made it and this is our time."

Opening her eyes, Brennan studied her lover's face. "Booth, I would have preferred that you had not been shot."

Amused, Booth stared into her beautiful blue eyes and chuckled. "I'd rather not have been shot either thank you. Still . . . ."

Staring intently at Booth, Brennan decided she wanted more. "Will you marry me?"

Shocked, Booth felt his jaw drop in astonishment. Trying to gather his thoughts, Booth finally snapped his jaw shut and then managed to speak after all."What? Did you just . . . "

Releasing Booth, Brennan sat up and stared down at him. "I asked you if you would like to marry me."

Booth sat up, leaned over and placed his forehead against hers. "You're damn right I want to marry you. Yes I definitely want to marry you . . . Why are you asking me to marry you? You don't need to worry about it until your contract is up. I thought you wanted to mull it over first?"

Placing her hand on the side of his face, Brennan smiled at him. "I hate mulling things over. It seems like an enormous waste of time. I've considered all of our options, I've factored in our past working relationship and our friendship and I've evaluated what our future would look like if we got married and as far as I can determine, marrying you would have more positive ramifications than negative ones. Taking all of these things into consideration, including our successful round of intercourse tonight and the fact that we are immensely compatible in most things including sex, I don't see a reason why we shouldn't."

A little taken aback, Booth frowned at her. "So this experiment we did tonight . . . that was the tipping point to getting married?"

Nodding her head, Brennan rubbed her hand along his ribs. "Yes. I thought it would be best to see if we were sexually compatible and not just compatible in our partnership."

Nervously, Booth swallowed. "So . . . so, if I couldn't have got it up then we would have broke up? Our relationship would have . . . "

She realized that he'd misunderstood her and quickly interrupted him. "No, Booth. I would have factored in your recovery and we could have tried next week and the week after that and . . . well until you were ready. I was just seeing if you were ready now. I knew we would be compatible Booth. This wasn't a gamble. I was certain of the outcome before we started the experiment. You forget that I already had some data to back up my hypothesis."

Curious, Booth asked her, "What data?"

Kissing him, Brennan moved her hand along the front of his chest. "Our first kiss on our first case and the mistletoe kiss. You're a very good kisser, Booth. You're very kind and compassionate and I knew those things would also be reflected in the way you make love. It's who you are. You and I are very compatible, Booth. Tonight merely proved it."

Dazzled, Booth grinned. "Damn, Bones. You're amazing, you know that? You're so damned amazing." Placing his arms around her, he kissed her passionately. Finally feeling short of breath, Booth broke the kiss and panted. "When I get better . . . you'd better watch out, Bones . . . I'm going to knock your socks off . . . when that happens."

Laughing, Brennan waited for him to catch his breath and kissed him gently. "I'm counting on that, Booth."

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A/N: a dolly is a two-wheeled hand cart