A/N: The song Cheek to Cheek was written by Irving Berlin for the movie Top Hat featuring Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. This is the end. I hope you enjoyed the ride. Please let me know what you think.


Hannah was gone.

Booth had arrived at his apartment the next morning after spending the night wide awake with Brennan talking about everything, sharing details of things they thought they knew of each other and things no one knew.

He should've exhausted but the fact that he could still remember how Bones' lips felt on his kept him from drifting off.

Walking into his apartment, things were noticeably different. Her touch, whatever it was that made it Hannah's place too, was gone. The objects they had gotten to make it theirs were still around, leaving traces of a past he wasn't exactly proud of.

Booth's phone chirped, snapping him out of his reverie. It was Bones, reminding him to pick up coffee before he met her at the Jeffersonian. He smiled, knowing she was getting antsy without her morning coffee and he hurried to get dressed. He'd deal with his apartment later. He just wanted to be where she was. They had wasted enough time as it was.

He dressed quickly and scurried back out the door.

The line at the coffee shop was long and Booth quickly became impatient. He listened to the tune on the sound system and recognized it instantly. It was from an old Fred Astaire movie. It had been his mother's favorite when he was growing up and he always had to dance with her.

He smiled and hummed along with the song. He knew every word to the song and the memories of his mother, the good ones at least, flooded back.

The bad memories came back to him as well. The beatings his father gave him, his mother and Jared were still fresh and raw in his mind no matter how many years ago they occurred. He had to spend time at his father's barbershop after school and help out, cleaning up scraps of hair and listening to the customers talk about what they had seen in war. But even those memories couldn't put a damper on his day.

Booth stepped up to the counter and ordered his coffee quickly. The teenage barista was shy at first, instantly smitten with Booth's charming smile. He grinned wider at her and her cheeks flushed. His day was already looking up.

He and Brennan had agreed to keep quiet about their relationship for the most part, telling only those who absolutely needed to know, such as their bosses and Sweets. The baby-faced doctor said he signed off on it and Hacker and Cullen didn't dispute his recommendation. Brennan went to the lab early to tell Cam, who had a smug smile but said nothing.

"Finally," Cam muttered, after Brennan walked out of the autopsy room.

By the time Booth reached the lab, he was practically belting the old musical song he had heard in the coffee shop.

"Heaven, I'm in heaven. And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. And I seem to find the happiness I seek when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek."

Brennan, the entire Squint Squad plus several of the interns stopped their work on the forensic platform and watched Booth stroll into the lab and swipe his access card.

"Heaven, I'm in heaven. And the cares that hung around me through the week seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak," Booth sang loudly, "when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek."

He took the platform steps two at a time and ignored the awkward stares of everyone around him.

"Are you gambling again, Booth?" Brennan asked, unaware that it was unusual of him to be singing, let alone in front of people.

"Huh?" he stopped, "No! It's part of the song, Bones!"

"Oh." She turned back to the skeleton lying on the exam table.

Booth looked it over. It was fully skeletonized, no goop, slime or bugs. Her lab coat looked clean so he spun her back around and hooked a finger in each wrist of her gloves, snapping the off with a flick of his wrist.

"Booth! Do you have some information on the case or something? What do you need?"

He began to hum the tune again and pulled her close. He took one of her hands in his and wrapped his other arm around her waist.

"What are you doing?" she said through gritted teeth, her voice low and full of warning.

"We're dancing, Bones," he whispered in her ear. She shivered as she felt his breath on her skin.

The spectators of the scene couldn't believe what they were seeing. Angela was ecstatic, but wasn't making a sound. Cam and Hodgins were watching like proud parents and the interns were watching awkwardly, like they wanted to give the partners their privacy.

"I thought we weren't going to say anything?" she whispered back.

"I don't really care anymore. I'm in a good mood today," he told her.

"I can see that. Why?"

"You?"

"Me?"

"Yeah."

"Booth?"

"Huh?"

"Can we stop now?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Remember when I told you I wanted you to find happiness? You know…love, laughter, friendship, purpose and a dance?"

Brennan smiled as she saw the meaning behind it.

"I remember," she whispered.

"So did you find it?" he asked, pulling away from her slightly so he could look in her eyes.

"I did."