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The last of the furniture moved into the house, Brennan assured the movers, "Just place the couch there and Booth and I will arrange the furniture later."

Handing her his manifest, the mover smiled, glad the job was done. "Me and my guys placed every box in the rooms you designated on the chart. I loved your system by the way. I never had anyone draw a map of the house, assign numbers for each room and number the boxes to match the rooms. That's a really good system, very clever."

"I know." After signing the paper and returning the clipboard, Brennan advised him, "You might want to pass my method on to your future clients. It will make their moves less stressful and will allow you and your people to work more efficiently."

He'd already decided that he might try it. Taking the clipboard, the friendly man replied, "Thanks I just might do that."

Entering the living room, Booth sat down on the couch and placed his cane across his knees. "I checked and all the boxes are where we want them. We can take our time and unpack them when we get time."

Satisfied that their move was a success, Brennan sat down down beside him and with relief. "Moving was the hard part. We can unpack items as we need them. I'm going to hire someone to come in and build some shelving in the family room downstairs, so we can wait to unpack many of the boxes down there. I think we should unpack our bedroom and bathroom first. We can then move to the kitchen and unpack there. The rest can be unpacked later."

Patting her knee, Booth agreed with her. "Sounds like a good plan . . ." A knock on the front door interrupting him, Booth frowned. "I wonder who that is." Standing, he frowned at the idea of new nosy neighbors. "You wait here and I'll get rid of whoever it is."

Curious, Brennan stood up and advised him. "Perhaps it is one of the neighbors come to welcome us."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth hobbled across the room and opened the door. Surprised, Booth found a small crowd standing outside his door,."What the hell?"

Amused, Angela gently pushed Booth back to allow her and her companions to enter the house. "We're here to help you and Brennan unpack Booth."

Stunned at their generosity, Booth watched as Angela, Hodgins, Lester and his wife Clair, Morris and his wife, Susan, Cam, Wendell, Arastoo, Clark, Sweets and Daisy trooped into the house.

Slapping her hands together, Cam grinned at her old friend. "Okay, Booth close your mouth before you swallow a fly. We figured we could spend the afternoon unpacking your stuff and we'd probably get most of it knocked out in no time. It's just too much work for two people to do."

Her emotions a little high, Brennan swallowed. "Thank you . . . This is a kind thing to do."

Hugging Brennan, Angela assured her. "Honey, we're your friends. You and Booth should have asked us to help you, but because you didn't we just decided to take matters into our own hands. Now . . . we figured we could unpack and you could tell us where you want the stuff. Booth can supervise upstairs and you can supervise down here. The quicker we start the sooner we can finish."

Her arms holding her friend tightly, Brennan closed her eyes fighting the tears. "Thank you."

Patting Brennan's back, Angela laughed. "You're welcome." Releasing her friend, Angela clapped her hands together. "Okay everyone, let's get this show on the road. Cam you, Wendell and Daisy can take care of upstairs. Lester you Clair and Clark can work on the rooms downstairs and everyone else can stay here and work on the rooms on the ground floor. Hodgins and I will work on the kitchen. If anyone finishes their rooms then you can move on and help someone else."

Amused at Angela's take charge attitude, Cam chuckled. "You heard the boss, let's go people."

Slapping Booth on the back, Harris informed him, "Susan and I loaded up a couple of coolers with beer, water and soda. The coolers are on the porch for anyone who needs refreshments. We expect you to pay for pizza later when it's time to eat dinner."

Grateful, Booth finally found his voice. "Yeah, sure . . . Thanks."

Slapping his friend on the shoulder again, Harris pointed at Booth's cane. "I have your back buddy. Don't forget that."

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Every room unpacked except for the family room, Brennan assured her friends. "I'm going to have shelving built down stairs for most of Booth's collectibles so it would be wise to leave the items in their boxes for now."

Collapsing the last empty box, Hodgins carried it outside and placed it with the others. Snagging a beer on the way in, he smiled and looked around. "This is a really nice house, Dr. Brennan. I like it."

Pleased at the compliment, Brennan pointed at the kitchen. "Booth just ordered pizza and it should be here in twenty minutes. I have some snacks in the fridge if you don't want to wait."

Holding up his beer, the entomologist assured her. "That's okay, I can wait for the pizza."

Remembering his coolers, Harris nudged Lester. "Hey, help me bring the coolers into the house, we can unload the drinks into the fridge."

His hand sketching a quick salute, Lester walked over to the door and opened it. "I am so thirsty. I hope you brought some decent beer. That piss that Hodgins is drinking is not worthy of the name beer."

Laughing, Harris followed his young friend outside and opened the lid. "I brought that bullshit beer you like, dick head."

Surprised at the insults about his drink, Hodgins held up his beer bottle and looked at it. "What's wrong with this beer? It's good."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth frowned. "Harris and Lester have been feuding about beer for about six months. Both of those idiots don't like the other's favorite beer."

As he entered the room, Harris looked at Booth and sniffed. "You wouldn't know good beer if it was presented to you with a big sign saying best beer in the world, you Philistine."

Helping Harris carry the cooler into the kitchen, Lester laughed. "That's rich. If Booth is a Philistine then what does that make you? Your taste in beer is worse than his."

The insult not worth complaining about, Booth listened to his friends argue and shook his head. "See what I mean?"

Laughing, Hodgins sat down on the couch and sipped his beer. "I can't believe those guys are really friends."

Mildly insulted, Lester walked past Hodgins and snorted. "Harris only has two friends. Booth and I are the only ones that can put up with his stupid sense of humor."

Insulted, Harris pushed Lester towards the door. "Ha, that's what you think. I have a lot of friends. Now help me carry in the other cooler."

Watching the men walk out the door, Booth shook his head. "I miss working with Harris."

Harris glared at Booth as he reentered the house. "Don't you dare come back to the FBI. I finally got my department working like a top. You'd just screw it up."

Rolling his eyes, Lester helped Harris carry the other cooler in to the kitchen. "I guess that means they're working in endless circles, Booth."

Guffawing, Wendell shook his head. "Wow, I thought he was only sarcastic when he talked to me."

Amused, Lester's wife, Claire shook her head. "Lester wouldn't be able to communicate if he removed the sarcasm from his speech."

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Very tired, Booth lay in bed and watched Brennan get ready for bed. "Man, I can't believe we have everything unpacked . . . well, except for my do-dads."

Pulling one of Booth's old t-shirts over her head, Brennan made sure that the hem of the shirt was pulled down to her thighs. "It was a very nice thing for them to do. I was quite surprised when you opened the door and found them outside."

Unable to keep his eyes open, Booth closed them and exhaled slowly. "God, I am so tired."

Sliding on to the bed, Brennan moved so that she was in his loving embrace. "I am too."

Sleep ready to capture him, Booth murmured, "Thank God we have friends like that. We're going to have to have a party for them . . . a party."

Aware that Booth had fallen asleep, Brennan kissed his cheek and closed her eyes. "I agree Booth. We'll do it soon."

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