A/N: We would like to think everybody who read and reviewed this fiction. This chapter brings it to a close and we both hope that you all enjoyed it. Thanks again, and remember, in the world of fan fiction, wearing socks while having sex does not equate to safety. Wolfy and Goldy

Booth woke up early, smiling at the feeling of the warm body next to him. Temperance was snuggled up to his side and clutching at him like he was a giant teddy bear. He looked down at her for a moment, enjoying the way her sleep softened features gave her a child like look. She had no worries while she slept, and it looked good on her. Gently, he reached out and ran a hand over her hair. He loved the way her body seemed to mold to his, as if they were made by God to fit together. He loved the small, shy smile that tugged at her lips, revealing some of the pleasant dream she must be having, but most of all, he loved her. His smile grew at the thought. He loved her, and she loved him. She had said so. Booth picked his head up slightly from the pillow and kissed her on the top of the head.

Temperance sighed in her sleep, the smile growing slightly larger as she mumbled something. Booth listened carefully, thinking that maybe she was waking up. That wasn't the case. When it became clear that she was still fast asleep, Seeley whispered the question, "What did you say?" Temperance readjusted her head against his chest.

With a sigh she said, "Raspberries." Seeley found it hard not to laugh, both at the word and the fact the Tempe talked in her sleep.

"What about raspberries?" he asked.

He was answered with delightful, "Mmmm." He suppressed a laugh at the fact that she answered him, and then thought to see how far he could get with this.

"Temperance, what do you like about the raspberries?" She shifted again and gave a small moan. The sound was slightly arousing, and Booth could feel himself respond to the sound.

"The juice," she responded.

Booth shifted under the covers. "What about the juice?" Tempe didn't answer, instead her fingers curled, digging her nails into his chest, and her hips rotated slightly against him. Booth bit back a groan. This is killin' me, he thought. His smile suddenly turned into an evil grin as he softly ran the back of his free hand down her face, pulling another moan from the sleeping doctor.

"Seeley," she breathed, leaning into his hand. Booth leaned over and kissed the pulse point directly behind her ear. When he pulled away, her eyes were opened, and she was smiling at him. "That's some way to wake up."

"Here to please," he said, tightening his arms around her to bring her closer to him. He captured her lips in a passion filled kiss, and brought his hand up to brush against her breast. Temperance arched toward him at his touch, and moaned into his mouth as he began to draw lazy circles with his thumb over her nipple, bringing it erect in a moment. Tempe ran a hand down Booth's bare chest, enjoying the feel of his skin warm under her touch. As her hand descended lower, Booth took in a sharp breath and groaned.

"You're gonna kill me," Booth said against her lips when her hand closed around his penis.

"I wouldn't do that," Tempe responded. Booth moved his hand from her breast down to her stomach. He would never get use to touching that area of her. It was so flat, and toned, and honestly turned him on even more. He shut his eyes as she began to slide her hand up and down his shaft. His touch on her body stilled as he enjoyed the sensation, and when she stopped he looked at her, confused. Her pointed expression told him what he'd done wrong, and he began the caress trail down past her belly button.

His fingers played across her hair and then slid between her folds. Tempe moaned into the kiss and then pulled back, giving Booth the chance to place kisses down her throat. "Do...you...have..." she began. Booth stopped in mid-kiss. "What's wrong?"

Seeley closed his eyes and groaned, "Please tell me you have a condom?"

"I was about to ask you," she responded before closing her eyes in frustration. Booth slipped his fingers from inside her and rolled away, bringing one arm over his eyes- So much for spontaneity.

Tempe leant over and kissed his cheek. "I guess we'll just have to wait," she said.

"Oh, yeah, that's gonna be a piece of cake."

"Never said it would be easy," she told him. "But think of how sweet it'll be later tonight." Booth uncovered his eyes and looked over at her. A sly smile played on her lips.

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah."

"Then I can't...shit, it's after eight" Booth ran a hand down his face before looking at Temperance. "It can't be," she said then gasped as she saw the time. "We're late."

XxXxX

Angela glanced at her watch and checked the time. Brennan had only been late a few times and they generally involved a romp in the sack. She glanced once down the hallway, then back at her watch. If Brennan thought she'd be free of the interrogation Angela had planned, then she was sorely mistaken.

Brennan pushed through the doors of the Medico-Labs and rushed toward her office. Maybe nobody noticed, she thought as she reached out to unlock her door.

"Damn, he must be good." Brennan jumped and spun around. Angela stood watching her with her arms loosely crossed in front of her.

"What?" Brennan asked.

"That Sidney dude," Angela clarified. "He must be damn good in the sack to make the Great Dr. Brennan late for work."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Brennan lied, turning her back to the artist and unlocking her office door.

"Oh, don't you give me that Temperance Brennan. The only times you have ever been late to work have involved some acrobatics in the sack. Now 'fess up."

"I'm not confessing to anything, because there's nothing to confess." Brennan avoided Angela's gaze, knowing that if she looked up, the artist would know instantly that she was lying through her teeth.

"Yeah, right, then look me in the eye and tell me that lie." Brennan shrugged off her coat and hung it on her coat rack.

"Listen, Angela, I have a lot of work to do today," she began. "Booth should be coming by later to drop off some reports that I need to read over, not to mention, I have to prepare for a book signing in two days, and Cam is on my butt to finish up with remains flown in from India. I don't have time to chat."

"Bull. You're good at multi-tasking, and when did Booth get back into town?"

"Last night."

"And how would you know if you were with Sidn...I am such an idiot."

"I highly doubt that. You're well above the normal level for IQs...that's not what you meant, is it?"

"No, that's not what I meant. You're off the hook for now, Bren. We'll continue this discussion later." Angela left the office muttering under her breath, and leaving Brennan to wonder why the Spanish Inquisition had suddenly ended. With a shrug, she put on her lab coat. Best to get straight onto the remains.

Angela stood watching the back of Brennan hunched over the India remains. Her hands expertly examined each bone, and then jotted down notes. Something's different, Angela thought. With a sigh, she brought one hand up and rubbed thoughtfully at her chin. "Why the worried look?" Hodgins asked, coming to stand next to the artist.

"Oh, hi, Jack," she answered, never tearing her eyes from the working doctor. "I'm not worried, I'm thinking."

"'Kay, why the thinking look?"

"Has Brennan been acting differently to you?"

"How can you tell with her?"

"She's been evasive, and I know for a fact that she's lying to me, but I'm not sure why. She's got some new guy, but she won't give me any details."

"So, maybe she just wants to keep her love life a secret."

"But why? I mean, I heard her talking to him on the phone the other day, and I thought she called him Sidney, but the sound was muffled. It might have been something else, because every time I bring up that name, she has no idea what I'm talking about. And if I bring up Booth around her, she gets really nervous."

"Then maybe she's seeing the G-man."

"No, it can't be. You didn't see their fight in the restaurant the other day. It was pretty vicious."

"They could have been acting."

"Bren, act? I don't think so."

Angela was about to say something, when the doors of the labs opened. She watched Brennan closely as Booth crossed over to the platform, but couldn't see her body language change any. "Who's the other guy?" Hodgins asked.

"I don't know," Angela said. Brennan looked up from the remains and smiled slightly at Booth. Then her eyes landed on the other man.

"Sully," she said, standing up and pulling off her gloves. "Nice to see you."

"Dr. Brennan," Sully said as Brennan walked down the steps and shook his hand.

"Angela, Hodgins, this is Agent Sullivan, from Florida." Angela smiled. That's it!

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sully," Angela said as she put quite a lot of emphasis on Sully's name. It wasn't Sidney- it was Sully. It had to be.

"I've heard so much about all of you, and I'm glad I can finally meet you all face to face," he said as he shook Angela's hand.

"No, trust me, the pleasure's all mine." Booth looked over at Temperance and mouthed, "Is she hitting on him?" Brennan just shrugged before leading both agents to her office.

"It wasn't Sidney I heard," Angela whispered to Hodgins as Brennan's door closed. "It was Sully! It had to be."

"You think so?"

"Of course," Angela said. "Had to be. Sully is the one who's been stealing our Brennan's heart." Hodgins looked over at the closed and wonder if Angela was right. Could it Brennan and Sully be...dating?

"Sully, what brings you over here?" Brennan sat down behind her desk as Booth and Sully took chairs opposite her.

"I just wanted to stop by to have you sign off on the case we worked together in Florida. When Booth said he was coming over, I thought I would join him." Sully handed the file over to Brennan for her signature.

Brennan tossed a smile at Booth and then opened the folder. She quickly scrawled her signature across the bottom and then handed it back to Sully. "Booth and I are going to lunch," Sully said. "Why don't you join us?"

"Thank you for the offer," Brennan said. "But I'm afraid I'm skipping lunch today. I have a meeting with my editor."

"Then maybe next time I'm in town."

"Of course." Booth and Sully both stood.

"Oh, here," Booth said, holding out a brown bag. "I thought you might want a snack." Brennan gave him a sweet smile and took the bag. She looked inside and smiled.

"Raspberry and peanut butter sandwich?" she questioned. Booth nodded with a smile. Sully looked from Brennan to Booth.

"Is...there something...going on?" the other agent asked. Brennan's eyes went wide as she looked over at Booth.

"Something," Booth said. "Come on, Sully, let's leave the good doctor to her work."

As the two FBI agents left the office, Angela slid in, offering Sully a sly look. Brennan watched her friend in amusement, before realizing that she was probably in for another interrogation. "While you three were in here, a gift arrived for you," Angela said. Temperance frowned slightly.

"A gift? What kind of gift?"

"Mrs. Robinson sent it as a thank you for solving her daughter's murder. It's a fruit basket." Tempe looked at Angela sharply.

"A what?"

"Fruit basket. So is he the one? Is he why you're being so evasive?"

"Who?"

"Sully. Is he why you're being so secretive? You don't want Booth to know you're seeing another agent?"

"Ange, I am not romantically involved with Agent Sullivan." Brennan set the bag down on her desk and leaned against it, her arms crossed.

Angela's eyes settled on the bag, an almost manic gleam there. "What's in the bag?"

"The bag?" Brennan repeated. "Oh, it's a sandwich." Brennan's eyes darted out the open door and saw Booth standing watching them.

"Didn't Booth bring that in?"

"Yes," Brennan said, pushing off the desk and walking out the office. Her eyes landed on the fruit basket and she felt her cheeks begin to grow warm. Booth caught her eyes and winked. "Um, Booth," she said, and then coughed to clear her throat.

"Yes?" Sully watched the exchanged along with the rest of the squints.

"Are um...are we still on for tonight?" Angela's mouth opened slightly and her eyes went wide. Booth smiled and stepped forward. He grabbed a peach from the basket, and then stepped yet closer to Brennan.

"Absolutely, Temperance," he said. He placed a kiss on her cheek, winked at Angela, threw the peach in the air, caught it and then turned toward Sully.

"You ready?"

"Oh. My. Gawd. It was Seeley I heard," Angela said, clapping her hands together. "You've been making a fruit salad with Booth!"

A/N::lights dim and the screen flashes white:: At an undisclosed location, we find our heroes, Booth and Brennan, struggling to make it through day to day actives. ::Booth dressed only in jeans swigging an axe:: They must learn to rely even more on each other as their partnership and newly forged romantic relationship is put to the test. ::Booth and Brennan standing on white sand, kissing:: Can they survive the tests and trials of a head to head competition::Booth running against a group of men down a stretch of beach:: And what happens when the rules of the game changes::Booth and Brennan exchange worried looks:: Find out when Gold Wolf Productions brings you Stamina: Law Enforcement Edition ::screen goes black and with white writing:: Coming in 2007 ::a deep voice says:: This fiction has not yet been rated ::screen goes black::