A/N: And now, the end is near, and so I face, the final curtain…. This is it folks, the end of the story. The end of an era, if you will. Well, the end of a very long week... In case you can't tell, yes, I am planning on a sequel. Please please please, review this and submit any ideas you may have for the next story. I'm intrigued to see what you all think and, to be honest, I need all the ideas I can get right now!
Thank you to everyone who was so supportive throughout this story, especially Mariah, Bella-mi-amore, RockyBaby and Lynn. My biggest thanks as always goes to Ava, my pep-squad-providing cheerleading muse. Love ya loads like chocolate toads!
It was over a week since Doctor Temperance Brennan had returned from Quantico and she was finally beginning to feel normal again. Her wounds had begun to heal, both physically and emotionally with a little help from Booth. He was always taking care of her.
Angela called him my knight in FBI body armour. She wasn't wrong.
Sitting at her desk, the jazz music on her computer flowing over her soothingly, she absently stroked the little toy pig Booth had given her. Smiling to herself, she closed her eyes and let herself drift away with the music.
There'd been a moment, I can't deny that. Sitting on the floor in that Quantico classroom, I'd felt that moment pass. I wish I'd grabbed it. I wish he wasn't so damn noble all the time.
A gentle knock on the door brought her crashing back to reality.
Booth stood in the doorway, smiling at her though there was concern in his eyes. She smiled back, waving him inside. He sauntered in, a pile of post balanced on top of a thick FBI file. Dropping in to the chair opposite her, he smiled as she placed Jasper the pig back on her desk, his heart warming at the sight of it.
He passed the letters across to her.
"Apparently I'm your new messenger boy."
She smiled as she flicked through the post, eyeing him questioningly.
"What's going on?"
He flashed her his charm smile.
"We've got a case. There was a large gas explosion just outside of the city and we need you to identify what's left of the bodies."
Brennan didn't hear him as she stared down at the crisp white envelope on her desk, the familiar handwriting glaring up at her as she tore it open. Booth watched her with a frown, crossing in front of his partner and waving a hand in front of her face.
"Come on, Bones. Where's the enthusiasm? I just handed you a giant human jigsaw puzzle."
She handed him the postcard she'd pulled from the envelope, a picturesque view of Wellington, New Zealand. He raised an eyebrow as he turned it over, his heart skipping a beat at the familiar writing.
My dearest Temperance,
"We are perplexed, but not in despair; Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down but not destroyed." - II Corinthians 4:8-9
Wish you were here,
Booth looked back up at her, his eyes wide.
She just shook her head, slipping on her jacket as she got to her feet.
"I'm fine, Booth, really. Right now, we've got a case to work."
He followed her out of the office, watching the way she held her head high as she walked and felt an immense surge of pride.
That's my girl.
That's the woman I love.
His hand on the small of her back, Temperance felt the ball of nerves in her stomach slowly start to unravel.
So what if Nate might come back? I've got Booth. There's nothing else in the world more important than that.
Smiles on both their faces, they left the Jeffersonian side by side. They were partners. Nothing would ever change that.
A/N: I'm now off to take a well-earned break but I plan to start on the sequel in the not-too-distant future, God help me... Any suggestions or comments on this, please let me know. Thank you for reading. Hope it wasn't too crappy for you!