I stole a few lines from Casino Royale, which I don't own, and I don't own Booth or Bones either. I just take credit for Angel, my vampuppie.

Review! This is the last chap for Murder, with a side of fries please. The Company will be up soon (I hope!).

Thank you to all my loyal reviewers. Couldn't live without you guys. Sending out a hug to all who reviewed!

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"Seeley Booth, you will tell me right now where we are going!" said Brennan, who was riding shotgun down an empty Cape Cod street. Booth looked over at her.

"We're almost there, Bones. And don't try that 'Seeley Booth' stuff on me, you sound like my mother." She grunted a response and then turned to continue staring out the window. Angel barked impatiently.

"Heeeeerreeee we are! Come on Bones! Angel!" Booth got out of the car went around to open her door for them. "Stop being so grumpy, Bones. You're gonna like this." He held out his arm to her. She looked at him skeptically, and then linked arms with him. They were in the parking lot of a small bar called Sandy's Pub.

A tall man greeted them at the door to the pub. "Seeley!" he exclaimed, pulling Booth into a hug and clapping him on the back.

"Bones, this is Al. Al, this is Bones." Booth said. Angel barked again.

"And this is Angel."

"Bones? That's not a very nice thing to call a lady, Seeley." Al said accusingly.

"Dr. Temperance Brennan. You can call me Tempe." said Bones, sticking out her hand for him to shake. Instead, Al pulled her into a hug. Bones patted him on the back nervously, and then pulled back. She looked at Booth questioningly.

"Right. Al is going to let us use the bar tonight, and we're going to mix up some drinks, sit on the beach, and enjoy life. Did you bring your bathing suit?" asked Booth.

"Yes I did."

"Good! Come on in, Seeley, Tempe, Angel. There is a nice view of the sunset from the deck, if you want to go check it out, I'll set up the bar."

Booth and Bones walked out to the back, onto the deck. When she saw the view, she gasped. The waves lapped at fine white sand while a few gulls flew overhead. The sky was a mix of oranges, pinks, purples and reds. The sun was just starting to set, and the clouds swirled mysteriously overhead.

"It's beautiful..." she said.

"Bar's up!" said Al, before he walked back to the kitchen to give them some privacy. Booth and Brennan made their way over to the bar. Angel had sprinted out onto the beach to chase the gulls.

"What do you want, Bones?" asked Booth, rubbing his hands together, inspecting the various flavors of alcohol.

"Hmmmm. Sex on the Beach?" she asked mischievously.

Booth groaned. "Later, perhaps."

She slowly walked around to the other side of the bar and picked up a bottle of Vodka. Then she started mixing something, adding this and that until she was satisfied.

"You know, that's not half bad. I'm going to have to think up a name for that." she said, taking another sip.

"What is it?" asked Booth, who had been watching with interest.

"Three measures of Gordon's; one of vodka; half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it over ice, and add a thin slice of lemon peel. Volla. What should I call it?" she asked.

"Let me taste first." Booth took a sip, and then started coughing. "Jeesh Bones, that's murder. Strong stuff."

"Can't handle it? And Murder isn't a bad name, you know." She thought, swirling the rest of the drink around before swallowing the last sip.

"Humph. You want anything else?" He asked, mixing himself a simple martini.

"Yes. Murder, with a side of fries please." Booth smiled and started to mix her drink.

They sat on the beach, talking late into the night. For the first time in a long time, Brennan felt at home. She felt safe. That feeling wouldn't last long.

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Well, here it is, the end! I kinda fizzled out there at the end, but I needed to lead into a sequel. Do you guys want a sequel? If your sick of me, just say so. Wink wink.

Beagle