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In the break room, Brennan stared at the railing as she sipped her coffee. Making lists in her head, she'd finalized the foods she planned to serve at her party when she was interrupted by Angela.
"Hey Sweetie, I've been looking for you." As she sat down on the couch next to her best friend, Angela held an envelope out for Brennan to see. "Thank you for inviting me to your party. Would you like me to help you? I'm a pretty good organizer and I make mean hors d'oeuvres."
Brennan sipped some of her cooling coffee and then placed the coffee cup on the small table in front of her. "No, that's alright. I've decided to have it catered. It's not going to be a big party, so everyone should be comfortable in my apartment."
Leaning forward, Angela patted Brennan's knee. "So what's the occasion? Kicking Booth out of your apartment and having a 'I'm Finally Free' party?"
Puzzled, Brennan stared at her artistic friend. "Why would I kick Booth out of my apartment? He's still recovering from his injury. He needs me to keep an eye on him to make sure he's doing alright. He's doing therapy and his breathing is not back to normal."
Sticking her tongue in the cheek, Angela stared in intense amusement at her friend. "He's well enough to go to work, Bren. I think he's well enough to be on his own."
"I don't think so." Brennan glanced at the staircase and then back at her friend. "He is surrounded by agents during the day so if anything happens to him he will have instant help. While he is at my apartment I can watch him in the evening."
Chuckling, Angela winked at her Brennan. "And we both know it isn't hard to stare at that stud muffin for long periods of time. So, what's the party for then?"
Her mind on her partner and husband, Brennan smiled. "It's a party for Booth. He's doing better and I think he deserves a party."
"A party for Booth?" Puzzled, Angela shifted her on her seat so she was sitting as close as she could to Brennan. Lowering her voice, she made sure they were alone. "Alright, that's nice. So, have you two jumped each other yet? I mean if he's doing better I'm sure he can probably make your nights interesting."
Wary of Angela's interest in her relationship with Booth, Brennan shook her head. "We're just partners, Angela."
Snorting, Angela stood up and walked over to the stair case. "Yeah, sure you are."
After Angela left the lounge, Brennan smiled and picked up her coffee cup to finish off her drink.
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Stepping into Booth's office, Sweets observed Booth on the phone. The look of happiness on the Agent's face was plain for all to see.
Booth, realizing that Sweets was moving into the room, turned his back and spoke softly. "I love you. I'll see you later." The call ended, he turned back to face Sweets. Placing his phone on the desk, he folded his hands in front of him on the desk. "What do you want?"
Amused, Sweets held his hands up in a defensive manner. "Just came by to talk." Pointing at the phone, he inquired, "Talking to your wife?"
His face an unemotional mask, Booth answered woodenly. "What do you want, Dr. Sweets?"
Aware that he wasn't going to be able to kid his friend into a confession, Sweets responded with a serious expression on his face. "You know if you're married you need to notify the FBI pretty soon. You can't just change your marriage status and not tell anyone."
Exhaling sharply, Booth realized he shouldn't have done that and coughed. After his spell was over, he cleared his throat and responded. "My business is my business, Sweets. I'll take care of things when I need to. Now what do you want?"
With a little twinkle in his eyes, Sweets pulled an envelope from his jacket pocket and held it up. "I received Dr. Brennan's invitation. I RSVP'd her this morning. I was wondering what the party was about. Since you're living with her right now then you should know . . . right?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Booth smiled. "She wants to have a party to celebrate Taffet being found guilty and being given the death penalty."
Not sure he liked the sound of that, Sweets sat down across from Booth. "I would posit that that is very unlike Dr. Brennan. She reveres life. I can't imagine her throwing a party to celebrate the fact that someone is going to be put to death."
Glaring at his young friend, Booth ticked off a list. "One, the Gravedigger almost killed Bones and Hodgins. That bitch planned for Bones to suffocate to death in the dark. That's a bad way to die, Sweets. Two, Taffet kidnapped me with every intention of drowning my ass or blowing me up . . . either way, she wanted me to die. Three, she killed a bunch of people . . . kids and adults in pretty inhumane ways. If anyone deserves to die it's that horrible bitch. Don't you dare try to judge Bones about this shit, she has every right to celebrate the Gravedigger being brought to justice . . ."
The anger in the agent pretty plain to see, Sweets held up his hands in a placating manner. "Alright, alright, you have a point. I didn't mean to impugn Dr. Brennan. It just seems out of character that's all. Don't get all mad at me . . . You're right, Taffet is a terrible person and we should all be relieved and happy that she's going to be taken care of so she never kills anyone again. It's just . . . well . . . Never mind, I'm just seeing more in this than I should." Standing, the younger man smiled, "You are going to be at the party right?"
Unsure why Sweets was smiling, Booth shrugged his shoulders. "Of course."
Smirking, Sweets leaned against the chair. "I'm looking forward to meeting Mrs. Booth then."
Booth swore under his breath after Sweets left the room.
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Kissing Brennan, Booth pulled the hem of her blouse from the skirt she was wearing and worked his hands under her shirt. "How was your day?"
Her skin tingled as Booth slowly ran his hands up and down her back. "It was fine. Everyone has RSVP'd for our party."
Moving his hands down to her hips, Booth he pulled against his hips. "That's nice." His lips leaving her lips and moving to her neck he inhaled the scent of the woman he loved. "I love that perfume. You should wear it more often."
Amused, Brennan placed her hands on the hem of her husband's shirt and started to tug it up his chest. "I'm not wearing any perfume, Booth."
Surprised, Booth stopped kissing her. "You aren't?"
Shaking her head, Brennan pulled his shirt up and over his head with his help. "No, I'm not."
His eyes on her lips, he reached forward and unbuttoned her shirt. "Okay, if you say so."
Mesmerized, she watched his hands move from button to button. She wanted to feel his skin, so she moved her hands so that they rested on his sides. "Are you sure you want to announce our marriage status at the party? We can still wait."
Slowly nodding his head, Booth freed the last button and moved her shirt off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. "Yeah, definitely."
Placing her arms around him, Brennan placed her head on his shoulder and sighed. "I hope you don't regret marrying me Booth. I'm still the same person I always was. I don't consider myself cold, but I find it difficult to . . ."
His sigh echoed hers as Booth placed his arms around his wife and partner and held her tightly. "Bones, I know exactly who you are. I've always known who you are. I love you because of who you are. I'm not expecting you to change a lot just because you're married now . . . I mean you will change some because everyone changes, but I'm not expecting you to become someone you're not. I love you Temperance Brennan and no you aren't cold . . . Far from it as far as I know. You feel things, you feel things a lot. You just don't trust a lot of people and you don't like to show your feelings around people you don't know . . . That's fine, but, you know me and you trust me and believe me I see those feelings you hide from others, I know you Bones and I will never regret being in love with you."
Tears silently falling down her cheeks, Brennan sniffed. "I love you too, Booth."
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