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A/N: This is the final chapter in this story. I want to thank everybody who took the time to review, your opinions and words of encouragement mean a lot to me. And I also want to thanks you all, even those of you who have been quietly reading this that didn't review, for sticking with me during my first go at a multi-chapter fic. It has been a fun, and was definitely a learning experience. That said, enjoy!

Important Note: As is my privilege as an author, I'm taking a little dramatic license and I ask you to ignore anything you know about Booth's bowling history from the show while reading this chapter. Thank you!


"Would you like to come in for a drink?"

"No, I really should go home and work on my manuscript. Maybe another time."

"Ah, come on Bones. Just for a quick drink?"

"I don't know..."

"Bones. You owe me." He said, flashing her a charm smile.

"Does that mean I'm off the hook on our earlier bet if I come in?"

"Absolutely not Bones. You're not getting out of that one."

"Fine. But why do you care so much, it was just a silly bet"

"Irrelevant, Bones. I won fair and square and you'll just have to deal with that. Now, how about that drink?"

He casually leaned against her car, bracing himself with one arm of the roof as he shot her a wink and another smile.

With a grin of her own, she turned off the car and started up the walk behind him.

xXx

As they sat in his living room drinking their beers, something he had said was bothering her, 'I won fair and square.' But how did he win? She wasn't the best bowler but she used to go with Russ some Friday nights when she was younger. And, she thought, He was doing awful before the bet…. She refused to believe his ridiculous claim that Yoo-hoo made him bowl better. She turned to him, taking a careful sip from her bottle, curiosity burning in her crystalline blue eyes.

"How did you do it?"

"Do what Bones? You're going to have to be a little more specific, I'm not a mind reader."

Thank God for small favors, not that she believed in the existence of a higher power.

"Win. How did you win?"

"Well you know Bones, if I told you that I'd have to kill you. And that could get kind of messy…"

He gave her a lopsided grin, but she wasn't taking no for an answer. Sometimes she was too curious for her own good.

"Don't be ridiculous Booth, it's not a matter of national security. I want to know how you won, when we made the bet you were pretty far behind."

" I told you Bones it--"

"The truth, Booth. Please."

He was backed into a corner; he'd have to tell her because She always knew when he was lying. Drawing in a slow breath, he put his empty bottle on the coffee table. She mirrored his action.

"I won because I'm good."

She snorted.

There was no trace of mirth in his voice when he continued, "No, really. I was in a junior league as a kid, and then when I got out of service I started going every Saturday night. It calmed me."

She looked at him, momentarily stunned at her partner's confession.

"So, before the bet…"

"I was sand-bagging, yeah." He finished sheepishly.

The tiny bit of anger that flashed in her eyes at Booth's actions was covered by a second, more powerful emotion, uncertainty.

"But if you knew you'd win, why would you bet for a kiss?"

She held her breath waiting for his answer; her stomach slightly knotted from nerves, afraid of what he would say.

Across from her, he was just as nervous but for a different reason. What if she rejects me?

"Because Bones," He looked her in the eyes, "I knew I wouldn't loose."

Cold realization dawned on her; he wanted her too. He wants me, how come I couldn't see it before?

Leaning over to where sat on the couch, she placed a kiss on his lips. Without another word she started to get up only to find herself pulled back down on top of him.

"Not so fast, I think you owe me interest on that kiss."

She wrapped her arms securely around his neck.

"I think you're right." She replied coyly.


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