A/N: Last part, and my favorite part of the whole story. There's a bit more i would have liked to do-a girl talk scene between Hannah and Brennan, and I never got to use Micah's catch phrase. Oh well. I think you will find Booth somewhat redeemed in his assholeness. I came very close to re-writing the last two chapters as NC-17, but resisted.
Writing a Bones fic was fun-I might do it again sometime. I'm thinking about a cross over with Castle. Anyway, the semester has started up so dunno how much time I'll have. My online novel will always be updated once a week though, if you're looking for more. Link is in my profile.
They never made it back to her bed. She couldn't help but smile the next morning when she left the Jeffersonian, showered and changed, and returned to work just in time, lacking in sleep and not caring.
She was still smiling a few hours later as she examined a set of remains when Dr. Saroyan stepped into the room. "Can I help you?" Brennan asked when she finally looked up. Cam had been staring at her for three minutes according to her watch.
"Is there something bothering you?" she asked when her boss continued not to say anything.
"Could I…see you in my office?"
"Of course." Her mood began to lessen as she followed her boss. She never did anything wrong, and yet she had the distinct feeling of being taken to the principal's office.
In her office Dr. Saroyan handed her a DVD. "What's this?"
"I didn't think I would ever have to tell _you_ of all people, Dr. Brennan, about discretion in the workplace."
"What? _Oh._ Uh oh." Booth had insisted a security camera be installed in her office back when Gormagon was sending her things. A camera pointed at the door, which the sofa was in clear view of. "I'm sorry," she said, feeling cold. "It will never happen again-"
"No, it wont."
"You said that very decisively."
"Well, Mr. Leggit's boss was the one who-" Brennan ran out of the room before she could finished. [ He can't lose his job over me, ] she thought as she hurried to the security office. Her velocity was so great she couldn't stop herself from running straight into Micah as he left the office.
"Hey, where's the fire?" he asked, grabbing her by the shoulders. She studied his face. He didn't look like he had been fired.
"Cam said-there's a tape-did you lose your job over me?"
"No, I didn't lose my job." Indiscretions aside, she couldn't help kissing him in relief. "They did, however, move me to the day shift."
"I convinced my boss I was too bored alone by myself at night and that a more stimulating work environment would assure that this would never happen again."
"You're not mad at me?"
"What? Of course not. Why would I be mad?"
"It's my fault you're in trouble. If I'd controlled myself-"
"Don't ever control yourself," he cut her off. "I really like it when you're…out of control."
"I liked it too," she said, smiling because he was smiling. "Everything's good then?"
"And last night?"
"Was amazing." She felt a glow when he said that.
"Maybe we can do it again tonight, in a bed this time?"
"Why don't you come over to my place for dinner?"
Brennan still had adrenaline rushing though her system a short time later. Micah had gone home for some much needed rest, and she was working to identify a man that had been found in an abandoned mine. "I tried to tell you he'd just been transferred," Cam said from the doorway. "You ran awfully fast."
"I guess I panicked."
"You never panic."
"There's a first time for everything."
"So," she said, stepping into the room. "You and Micah. I never expected that."
"Because he's a security guard? Because he's not overly attractive? Because I find that on further intimacies, bald can be…sexy."
"No arguments here," Cam said. "I've always had a thing for Patrick Stewart. I'm just…glad you found someone, after, you know, the thing with you and Booth."
Before Brennan could reply Hodgins burst into the room. "Hey, I just heard from Naomi in Paleontology that you were caught boning a security guard in your office. Isn't that hilarious?"
Both Brennan and Dr. Saroyan glared at him, and his amused smile vanished. "Or…not hilarious."
Angela was right on his heels. "Sweetie, what's going on? The whole museum is saying-" She paused at the audience she wasn't expecting.
Brennan sighed. This was not how she wanted their relationship to be revealed. "Why don't you all come over for dinner tonight and meet Micah properly?"
"So you _are_ boning a security guard?" Angela smacked Hodgins and shooed him out of the room.
"Sounds great, Sweetie," she said, following her husband. "I can't wait. Should I explain to Hodgins-"
"Please," Brennan said, masking a groan. Cam followed them, and Brennan began to rapidly plan a large dinner party instead of an intimate meal, to avoid, for a moment, thinking that she would have to invite Booth and Hannah and Sweets as well.
"Come in," Brennan called from the kitchen at the first knock on her door. Micah came in and offered her a bouquet of roses. "Thank you," she said, beyond pleased. "You didn't have to get me anything, considering I'm about to put you though even more torture today. I'm really sorry you're in trouble."
"I'm not in trouble," he said kissing her. "Apparently I'm a hero."
"Not to be crass, but the majority of the Jeffersonian thinks you're frigid, and I have cured you. The guy who saw the tape…I'm afraid we're all over the museum."
"I figured that out."
"I'm sorry-I didn't mean for this to get so out of proportion-"
"You're sorry?" Brennan said. "In case you've forgotten, I came on to you. I'm not frigid."
He laughed. "I know you're not."
Brennan was half-way through forgetting she was hosting a dinner in an hour just as Micah was half-way through getting her out of her top when her apartment door was thrown open without so much as a knock.
"Holy crap, Bones!" Booth exclaimed, and shut the door again. Brennan winced and hurried to button her blouse, so quickly her fingers fumbled.
"It's going to be okay," Micah said in a soft voice. He grabbed her hands to still them and buttoned her himself. "I never thought dating you was going to be easy. I didn't think things would be _quite_ so dramatic, but…"
"I need to go take care of him," she said, grabbing him by the wrists where he still held her collar. "And then I'm going to come back, finish making dinner, and we are going to have a wonderful time, and my friends will love you, and it will be fine."
"Hey. Doc. I know." He brushed her bangs off her forehead. "Calm down."
"I am calm," she lied, and went out into the hall to deal with her partner.
Booth was pacing the hallway when she shut the door behind her. "Someone in your stupid museum sent me this," he said, holding up his phone. A grainy security video of herself and Micah on the sofa was playing.
"This is ridiculous!" she hissed, only just reining in her voice so the neighbors wouldn't hear. "Is it so unbelievable that I'm having sex that my entire workplace has to broadcast it to the world?"
"Why on earth would you have sex with _him_?"
"You're jealous, aren't you?"
"No-I'm with Hannah."
"So you don't want me, but no one else is allowed to have me either? That isn't fair, Booth. You've never approved of anyone I've ever dated, because they weren't _you._ You gave up on me, remember? You have no claim on who I date."
"No, no. That's not how it happened, Bones. You gave up on me. I tried to get in, you wouldn't let me. _I'm_ the victim here-me!"
She shook her head. "I wasn't ready. If you'd loved me enough you would have waited."
"I don't see you waiting."
"You are being ridiculous! You love Hannah. You've said so over and over. That's fine, I'm glad you do. And I love Micah. So we're both happy, and I don't know why you're so upset."
Booth stopped raging to stare at her. "You love him?"
"I-" She didn't mean to say that. Why had she said that?
"You do," Booth said. "I can tell-you're about to cry."
She blinked back the tears prickling at her eyes. "I'm not-"
Booth sighed and leaned against the wall. "I'm sorry I've been such an ass. I guess-I guess we both screwed up. But we're both better off for it, right?"
"I think so."
"He suits you," Booth said. "Hannah thinks so anyway. I, well, don't."
"I hope you can get over it," Brennan said. "I don't want to lose you as a friend. My best friend."
"That's all we are now, isn't it?"
"Are you okay with that?"
"Yeah. I think so."
"So if we go back in you can be civil to my boyfriend."
"He's old enough to be your father," he complained.
"He is not! You know the two of you have a lot in common," she said, feeling her world aligning. It had taken much longer than three days. "You both love hockey, he has a son…"
"Yes, he's twenty."
"My son is ten."
"Well, Micah is ten years older than you, so it works out."
She opened the door and they walked in together. Micah was in the kitchen chopping lettuce, and he looked up at them with a face of pure innocence. "The two of you have a nice talk?"
Later, after everyone had left (they all seemed to accept Micah without question, and Brennan wondered why she had been so worried) Brennan and Micah went to bed.
"I love you too," he whispered into her ear when they were cuddled up together under the sheets, tired and happy.
She turned to face him. "You were eavesdropping!"
"It wasn't hard. You weren't that quiet. I'm glad the two of you can still be friends."
"Are you mad at me?"
"For telling your partner that you love me? How can I be mad about that?"
"I would have told you eventually. I just didn't completely realize it until I said it aloud."
"I already knew."
"You didn't care about a sordid sex tape circulating the museum. You cared about my job."
"Of course I did."
"Even though my job isn't that important to me."
"Now that you're on day shift we'll be seeing a lot more of each other."
"I want to see as much of you as possible." He grabbed at the sheet to pull it away from her, and she laughed and pulled it back.
"I love you."
"I love you too."