A/N: Here it is, final chapter of this baby. I want all my reviewers to know, I appreciate every one of you more than you will ever know. You've been the reason I've been able to keep going. Let me know what you think.
Secret No More
Brennan usually had no problem keeping up with Booth, but after leaving Cullen's office he was moving faster than she'd ever seen him move in a non-emergency situation. At least, she didn't think there was any emergency. How could there be? They had just gotten the best news imaginable, news they had been hoping for for months. She was completely mystified. Maybe his gut was telling him there was some kind of danger? But how could that be since they were still in the Hoover building? What kind of danger could there be here? She fell behind a little as she looked around curiously and he came back for her, grabbing her hand like she was a wayward child. People were staring and she smiled at them uncertainly as they passed them.
Waiting for the elevator with three other people, Booth was twitchy, looking around, smiling absently at everyone, but studiously avoiding eye contact with her. She rolled her eyes. What was his problem? She sighed and then the elevator arrived and they all got in. Booth's agitation increased until it was a palpable presence and their fellow passengers began sliding him sidelong glances.
"Would you stop that, Booth?" she whispered.
He looked at her for the first time since leaving his supervisor's office. "What?" he asked, frowning.
Brennan rolled her eyes. "Fidgeting," she said between clenched teeth.
"I'm not fidgeting," he denied, shifting from foot to foot. Thankfully they arrived at the lobby and everyone exited the elevator. Booth grabbed her hand and headed for the parking structure. When they reached the SUV, he suddenly snatched her into his arms. She clutched at his shoulders as he hugged her tightly.
They stood that way for a long moment, and when he pulled back, she looked up at him. "Booth, what—" she began, puzzled. His lips cut off her question, and her mind reeled as he kissed her deeply. He was breathing heavily when they finally broke apart a little.
"I wanted to do that in Cullen's office," he confessed hoarsely, and she raised her brows. "I think that would have been considered unprofessional," he said with a wry smile.
She laughed huskily. "Yes. Is that why you practically dragged me out of there?"
He chuckled. "Yeah. I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to control myself."
"I see. Well, technically, we're still in the building," she teased, still high on their triumph. They had won!
He looked around. "Not really. The parking structure isn't technically IN the building, it's more UNDER it," he corrected. "Besides, we're not on the clock." Setting her away from himself, he unlocked the SUV and opened the passenger door for her.
Cocking an eyebrow at him, she folded her arms. "I drove my own car, remember?" His disappointment was almost comical. "You don't have time for a nooner," she reproved primly, using the term she'd learned from Angela. "Don't you have to get back to work?"
He closed the car door, resisting the urge to slam it. Damn, he hated it when she was right. "Yeah," he said reluctantly. He kissed her again briefly and squeezed her hand. "See ya later."
Smiling as she walked to her car, she pulled out her cell.
"Sweetie! How'd it go?" Angela said without preamble. Brennan gave her brief synopsis of their meeting. Brennan pulled the phone away from her ear as Angela squealed.
"It's about time!" she declared, beside herself with excitement. "We've got to get everyone together to celebrate. Tonight. I'll tell everyone we're meeting at Wong Foo's. Seven okay with you two?"
"We'll be there. Bye, Ange."
"Great, see ya then," Angela said, her huge smile evident in her voice. "Tell Booth he's gonna get a big hug when I see him." Brennan ended the call, still grinning. She couldn't seem to stop, she was so happy. For the first time in a long time, she was looking forward to Monday morning.
Everyone was already there when Booth and Brennan arrived at Wong Foo's and there was a ragged chorus of cheers as they walked in. Hugs and handshakes were exchanged all around and drinks were poured and toasts were proposed and speeches given. Brennan couldn't seem to stop smiling and Booth kept catching her eye and winking, making her laugh.
Angela was able to pull her aside for a brief private chat. "So, you two are good?" she asked with a sly smile.
Brennan smiled, looking over at Booth where he was talking to Cam. "Yeah, more than good." She looked at Angela. "I never thought I could love someone so much."
Angela's eyes softened. "He's crazy about you, anyone can see that. I hope you know how lucky you are."
Brennan's look turned thoughtful. "Yeah, I do. He's an amazing guy." He glanced over and winked at her again and she grinned back, her heart full.
Of course, there was never any question that she'd get her job back. Brennan walked in early Monday morning with her box of belongings. Her office was exactly as she'd left it months ago and it only took a couple hours to put everything back in its place. By the time Angela waltzed into her office just before eight it was like she'd never left.
Angela rushed over and hugged her behind her desk. "Welcome back, sweetie! Do ya need anything?"
Brennan clutched at her friend, speechless for a moment. When they pulled apart, they both had tears in their eyes. Brennan chuckled huskily. "No, Ange, I've got everything I need. It's wonderful to be back."
"Dr. Brennan, welcome back," Zach said from the door. "When you have a chance, I could use your help up on the platform."
Angela squeezed her arm. "I'll see you later. I have some stuff I need to do in my office."
Angela gave Zach, who was still standing awkwardly just inside the door, an encouraging smile. Brennan sat down behind her desk again, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "Listen, Zach, I'm sorry things didn't work out with you and the FBI—"
"Don't apologize, Dr. Brennan." He stepped closer to her desk and, after looking over his shoulder to make sure they were alone, whispered, "I did it on purpose."
Brennan frowned. "You what?" He smiled at her smugly, nodding. "Why would you do that?" she asked, confused.
He continued to whisper. "I wanted you and Booth back and I figured if I made things as difficult as I could, Cullen would have to bring you back. And I was right!" he finished with a triumphant grin.
Brennan smiled, then put on a stern face. "Zach, you shouldn't have done that. Do you know what kind of risk you took? You could have been fired!"
"No way, Dr. Brennan. I was sure they'd never do that. Where were they going to find another forensic anthropologist?" he asked, immensely pleased with himself.
Brennan's smile returned even bigger. "Well, thank you. That's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."
Zach's face became serious. "This place just wasn't the same without you and Booth," he said. "I'm so glad you're back." With that, he left and she sat back in her chair, happy to be back where she belonged.
Brennan was bent over an exam table looking at the remains from Zach's most recent case. Zach was across from her.
"See these marks on the number three and four ribs?" Zach said, pointing with a gloved finger. "They're congruent with a stabbing, but not by a knife. Unless it was a very dull knife."
Brennan bent closer. "No, it was some other kind of weapon. Have you tried—"
The card reader beeped and Booth strode up onto the platform. "Bones, we've got a case," he began. "Hi, everybody," he said with a cocked grin as they all gave him a look.
Brennan sighed, pursing her lips. "I thought we agreed you weren't going to call me Bones anymore," she snipped.
Booth held up a finger. "Ah-ah, I promised not to call you Bones when we're alone. We aren't alone, so I get to call you Bones."
Angela put her hand on her hip. "You know, I'd rethink that if I were you, g-man. Remember who you go home to at the end of the day."
Hodgins grinned, shaking his head. "Yeah, man, for the sake of domestic harmony, I'd definitely give it some serious thought. They have ways of making life miserable—ow!" he yelped as Angela poked him hard in the ribs. "See what I mean?" he moaned, rubbing his side.
Booth looked back at Brennan. "C'mon, admit it, you like it when I call you Bones," he coaxed.
She pursed her lips. "We'll talk about it later," she said between clenched teeth. Hodgins and Angela exchanged a look, then turned back to their stations. Seemed things were back to normal at Squint Central. And that's just the way they liked it.
So, that's it. Now, please R&R and feed musie. Thanks!