A/N: Well, I drove down to San Diego to my mom's apartment so I could finish this one up. On my drive down, I discovered that even though I only live about…fifteen miles from where I work, it takes just as long to drive to work on the freeway as it does to drive to San Diego. Traffic sucks. My move went well, but now I'm just waiting to get my internet back as well as my own computer. I'm sure you're all just as impatient as I am. Anyhoo, enough rambling and on with the story.

"You don't think he'll split us up, do you," Temperance Brennan asked as she stepped off of the elevator in the Hoover Building. She and her husband, she smiled at the thought, were on their way to Deputy Director Sam Cullen's office for a meeting. The past few days while in Vegas had been wonderful, and it was a reality check to return to Washington DC. She had no doubts about her relationship with Booth. No, her concern was its impact on their professional partnership. She didn't want to see it end.

"He'd be making a huge mistake if he did. He knows our success rate. Besides, we've never done anything to show ourselves to be anything less than professional."

"I hope you're right. I don't want to work with anyone else."

"Neither do I, Bones." Booth gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before they entered the office. At their presence, Cullen motioned for them to sit in the chairs opposite his. Both looked at each other for a moment before taking a seat. Cullen turned his full attention on the pair and folded his hands on his desk before beginning.

"You two can stop looking so worried. I'm not some principal that's out to punish some unruly children. I'd like to firstly say, congratulations. I had a feeling the two of you would get to this point eventually."

"Thank you, sir," Both said, the nervousness still in his every movement. Cullen watched the pair squirming with some amusement.

"That being said, we need to discuss this change in your status. I've mentioned this new relationship to my superiors and they've asked that your partnership end."


"I'm not through, Agent Booth. They've asked for you two to be split up due to FBI policy, but since Dr. Brennan is not an employee of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, I see no reason at this time to acquiesce to their request."

"So we're to remain partners?"

"Yes. If, however you two show any signs of your personal lives interfering with your professional relationship, then I will not hesitate to split the two of you up. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," the pair said in unison. Cullen gave a sharp nod before continuing.

"Now, unless you have any questions…"

"No, sir. I think we're all clear on the rules."

"Good." Cullen handed a file to Booth before returning to his paperwork. "A case came up yesterday. The Jeffersonian already has the remains. They were retrieved by Dr. Brennan's team. I'm sure they'll get you up to speed on everything. Oh, and please tell Miss Montenegro that I'll be expecting payment soon."

"Payment for what?"

"Nothing you need to worry about. Just pass on the message."

"Of course, sir." Booth and Brennan stood and left the office. Both felt much more relieved, and took a moment to relax before heading back to the elevator.

"I told you we had nothing to worry about," Booth said as they stepped into the elevator. Temperance wasn't paying much attention as she dove into the file.


"I was paying attention to you, but I figured the case would need to take precedence."

"Fine, Bones, then what did I say just before I poked you in the side to get your attention?" Whatever her response would have been was drowned out by the loud shouts of 'Congratulations' that echoed through the medico-legal lab of the Jeffersonian Institute. Both Brennan and Booth jumped in surprise at the crowd of techs and scientists that awaited them. In the forefront were of course, the squints.

"When everyone heard that you got married, they insisted that we set up something," Angela stated with a grin. Temperance shook her head and grinned at the artist.

"You mean you set it up."

"That too. Now we have a raging party planned, but Dr. Goodman would like to meet with the two of you first."

"We figured as much. Thanks, Angela, for everything."

"Of course, Sweetie. Now hurry up so we can bust out the alcohol." Angela made a shooing motion at the pair to get them moving. As they headed up to Goodman's office, Booth glanced at his wife.

"That was nice of them."

"What's Cam going to say about all of this?" Brennan turned her gaze onto Seeley.

"There's nothing she can say. You were the one who said we're good at compartmentalizing. Besides, if she has any complaints, she was basically guilty of the same thing, wasn't she?" With that, they stepped into Dr. Goodman's office. Cam and Goodman sat, facing the door. While the administrator seemed somewhat relaxed with the whole situation, Cam seemed to be quite upset.

"Ah, Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth. Deputy Director Cullen called to inform us you were on your way over. Please, have a seat." Daniel Goodman motioned to two chairs. Both sat down and faced the two scientists.

"If Cullen called here, then I'm assuming that he also informed you of his decision to allow us to remain partners," Temperance stated as she glanced at Cam. The pathologist shifted slightly in her seat, but her expression remained the same.

"He did, although I don't agree with the decision," she said. Tempe's eyes narrowed at her boss for a moment, and Booth just looked shocked. "I was, however, overruled on my decision to have you remain in the lab instead of working out in the field on cases."

"Your input into suspects has been far too invaluable to the FBI for you to remain behind in the lab," Goodman said, "and you've never shown yourselves to be anything but professional in your work."

"I thank you for your support, Dr. Goodman," Temperance said as she pulled her gaze away from Camille.

"I've never found any reason to doubt your abilities, so I see no reason for you to not work together. As long as you leave your personal lives at the door, there won't be any problems."

"Of course, sir."

"And with that, I hope you had a good time in Vegas, and congratulations." The two nodded in thanks and stood to leave the office. Before they stepped from the room, Booth turned around to look at Camille.

"Dr. Saroyan, it's so nice to know that we have your support on this. Now, if you'll excuse us, I believe a room full of scientists have a celebration planned for us." As they walked from the office, Booth offered his wife a small wink, knowing that he'd just left Camille speechless. Both broke out to wide grins as they drew in closer to the medico-legal lab as the melodic strains of 'At Last' floated in from the lab. It seemed like the perfect way to end the meeting, with one big party in their honor.

A/N: There you have it, folks. The end of another story. It's amazing to think that outside of my one-shots, I have only three stories finished. I'm working on changing that, I swear. Anyway, keep an eye out for the follow-up. I should have a chapter posted for it very soon. I hope you enjoyed, and see you with the next one.