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Author's Note: Last chapter! Um, not much else to say, except thanks so, so much to all who reviewed Partner Building! You guys are all awesome, just so you know. I've gotten heaps of great advice and some awesome feedback on everything else. So thank you!

Brennan woke for the second time that week with Booth's arm slung around her waist. How this managed to keep happening was beyond her. It was all his fault, of course. She'd never provoke such things. She decided to wake him the same way she'd tried the day before, seeming not to have learned that this was probably impractical.

She sucked in a breath to concentrate on Booth's sleeping face instead of his arm around her and poked his shoulder. His arm twitched almost comically. She smiled, and did it again, prodding him harder. She frowned when all she elicited was an unhappy grunt.

Rolling her eyes, she prodded him harder. "Ow!" he exclaimed suddenly. She jumped from the outburst, but quickly regained her composure.

"Are you awake?" she asked stupidly. Great, Brennan. Genius…, she muttered inwardly.

"No," he replied, baffling Brennan. Why no? Booth took her finger, which was still jabbed into his shoulder, and put it by her side. "Neither are you. Sleep."

"Booth, you're not making sense," she scolded. Booth opened one eye. The gesture reminded her of a fish and she shook her head at the bizarre connection.

"That's because I'm asleep, Bones." He shuffled closer, smiling. "Or, is it because you're asleep?"

"Could you please make sense?" she asked, exasperated.

"No." With that, he closed his eye, and put his hand over her eyes, prompting her to do the same. She pulled his hand off her face and dropped it. It reappeared on her waist.

She all but growled at him. Booth chuckled.

"You're impossible," she groaned with a small smile.

"Damn right," he laughed before putting his thumb to her temple, tracing it lightly, repetitively. "Sleep."

Brennan waited until Booth had fallen back asleep before she left.

"Hey, doc!" Laura called all too cheerily as Brennan moved into the kitchen. "How goes it?"

"Loud," Brennan snapped, looking pointedly at Laura. Laura just smiled and offered her some coffee.

"A bit crabby this morning? Didn't get any last night, huh?" she jibed. Brennan looked at Laura over her coffee.

"Get any what?"

Laura remained perfectly still while her eyebrows rose incredulously. "You know? Make with the happy?" she prompted. A small furrow appeared between Brennan's brows.

"I don't know what that means," Brennan replied apathetically as Sweets entered the room. Laura rolled her eyes to Sweets and mouthed wow. Sweets nodded.

Brennan left the room.

"Algernon," Brennan heard Alex sigh as she made another pot of coffee. It was really the only thing she could do in a kitchen.

"No! That was the mouse. It was…um, um…Ah! It's on the tip of my tongue!" Sweets exclaimed. Brennan moved silently around the kitchen, giving Booth a questioning look. He shrugged, it seemed he had no idea what they were talking about, either.

Alex and Sweets sat at the empty dining table, both frowning in concentration. Laura shot the same confused look at Booth and Brennan as she joined them presumably from her room. Alex perked up.

"Laura! What's Leia's home planet?" he suddenly asked. Brennan frowned, completely lost. Laura answered instantly.

"Alderon." She shrugged and poured herself a coffee. Brennan looked to Booth. Booth nodded, finally understanding.

"I don't get it. What are they talking about?" she asked Booth. The four agents stared at her. Booth chuckled.

"Star Wars," he answered simply. She frowned.

"You put them up to this, didn't you?"

"What? No! You think that just because they're talking about Star Wars, it has to do with me?" he asked, a little offended. "I wish. I could really have made that a whole lot more interesting…"

She smacked his arm.

"Hey! I just said it wasn't me!"

"I know. But now you're just being smug." She glared at him as he grinned.

"But aren't I sexy when I'm being smug?" he teased.

Brennan lifted her face to his, only to whisper, "If only," in his ear before leaving. Alex sat a ten dollar note on the table and Laura swooped it up triumphantly. Sweets looked at them, confused. They both shrugged.

"Do we really have to clean up? Don't they have, you know, people for this kind of thing? I do enough housework at home," Booth complained. Brennan rolled her eyes.

"The more you complain, the less is going to get done, Booth," she sighed. Booth smiled, holding up a finger.

"Ah, but will it? See, I figure if I just complain long enough, that you will have done all the work by the time I finish," he ended proudly. A pillow smacked him in the face.

Booth was wandering into the basement to see if there was anything else left to take upstairs, when he almost tripped on Brennan who sat at the bottom of the stairs. "Hey, Bones, not a good place to sit, there," he joked. Brennan didn't seem to hear him.

He sat on the step next to her. She had the same look she had when a case utterly confused her; which worried him, because that almost never happened. He put a hand on her shoulder. She didn't move. She stared into the dark basement with small frown.

His hand moved to the back of her neck as he twisted himself around so he could look her in the eye. "What's up, Bones? You're all Squinty," he joked, stroking her hair a little for effect. She looked at him and drew a deep breath, but remained silent.

"What are you thinking, Bones," he asked quietly. She cocked her head to one side as if considering whether or not to tell him.

"What do we do once we get back?" she asked finally. Her question sounded perfectly formulated. She was sure of it; her voice didn't waver or tremble at all. It was Booth's turn to sigh. He could honestly think of no answer.

"What, you didn't calculate all that with your brilliant Squint-brain before we…I..."

"No," she answered simply. He could tell she was a little regretful, but whether it was for what had happened between them, or because she hadn't thought it through, he didn't know.

The thought scared him. More than he cared for.

They were silent for a few minutes before Brennan let herself fall into Booth unexpectedly. He slipped off the step he was sitting precariously on and landed slightly up-side-down across the last three steps.

He groaned as Brennan laughed. "Hey! What are you laughing at?" he demanded. He wasn't going to have any permanent damage, but that didn't mean he wasn't terribly uncomfortable. "Are you going to help me, or what?" he begged, holding out a hand. She frowned mockingly, as if considering whether to help him or not.

He glared and hoisted himself off the step, dragging himself onto the floor. "Thanks a lot, Bones," he muttered. She rolled her eyes at his dramatics and grabbed the hand he held out, moving off the step to help him up.

Suddenly, he yanked her to the floor with him, making sure to catch her. She sat in his lap, stunned, for a few seconds.

"Now that was just juvenile, Booth," she scolded. He chuckled.

"Yeah, but I've got you in my lap, and it's the last day here…Better make the most of it, huh?" He flashed her a grin before pulling her mouth to his.

Alex shook the sheet he was taking from the bed. The fourth he'd used all week. "So," Laura started not-so-casually.

"So," Alex echoed. He threw her a pillow which she proceeded to de-case before throwing it to the floor with the rest of the pillows.

"Same as usual?" she asked casually, tossing him a blanket.

"Yep," he said brightly, catching it easily. "Same old, same old. Only on assignment," he agreed with a nod. Laura laughed.

"Wow. If that isn't contradictory…"

"What do you mean?" Alex asked, a little lost. He looked around the room

Laura laughed again. "Well, the rules only really, technically, prohibit this on assignment," she reminded him. Alex laughed.

"True. Oddly true. Oh well. I suppose 'on assignment' is the only place it's really doable, anyway," he shrugged. Laura looked thoughtful for a second before flashing Alex an evil grin.

"So, last day…" she said slowly, obviously formulating something. The evil grin returned full-force. "Best make the most of it, huh?"

Sweets sat in the lounge room alone, waiting for someone to join him. He had absolutely no idea where everyone else was; they'd all disappeared about an hour ago. He hummed to himself, nodding along, drumming his fingers against each other.

For someone so adept at reading people, he'd somehow managed to close his mind off with these four people. Living with them was very different to therapy sessions. For one, he wasn't in control.

Booth had proved that point splendidly. Sweets winced as he remembered the coffee table incident. He was torn over putting that in his report. On the one hand, it had happened, and it said a lot about Booth, and his relationship with Brennan.

On the other hand, it was just humiliating.

Maybe if he was just a psychiatrist...But he wasn't. He was a trained FBI agent as well. And he'd been handcuffed to a coffee table by a patient. He sighed and leaned back in the armchair.

"Where the hell is everyone?" he asked himself. "This is totally unfair."

Agent Powers stood at the door waiting for someone to answer. When no one did, he pulled put his key, a little concerned. He wouldn't put it past them to be all passed out on the floor as a result of his little 'gift'.

He chuckled at the thought. He hadn't really had anything better to do, and the bureau had basically punished him by making him their mule for the week. He figured he'd make the most of it, and try to make some friends in the process.

Well, 'friends' was the wrong word. 'Connections' was probably a better one. He'd learned fast that the best way to move up, was to move in.

"Hello?" he called. He heard a loud bang from the direction of the kitchen and his hand instantly went to his weapon. "Hello?" he tried again.

All that came from the kitchen was a loud humming. He wondered if someone had been hurt.

Powers relaxed a little. "Who's that?" There was still no answer.

As Powers moved slowly into the kitchen Sweets appeared, headphones in his ears. He seemed to be dancing, but it was kind of hard to tell. He looked more like he was performing a pre-mating ritual. Powers couldn't help the laughter.

Finally, Sweets turned in his direction and yelled in surprise. Powers was still reeling with laughter. Sweets' face went bright red. He cleared his throat.

"Agent Powers," he stated dumbly. Powers held up a hand, waiting for the laughter to subside.

"Sorry, it's just-" He was cut off by his own laughter. Sweets glared. "Whoo. Sorry. Okay. Um, I'm just here to tell you that the car will be here soon. Probably ten minutes." He looked around the deserted rooms. "Um, where is everyone?"

Sweets shrugged, frowning. "Beats me," he sighed, defeated. Powers laughed again, nudging Sweets suggestively.

"Last minute booty-call, I betcha," he chuckled. Sweets' eyes widened in realization. Powers was probably right.

Oh crap!

Brennan squirmed on the hard floor, trying to find a comfortable position. Unfortunately, she soon realized that finding a comfortable position while pinned to a concrete floor is not particularly easy.

Booth looked up. "Are you okay, Bones?" he asked, a little concerned. His voice, however, was dripping with amusement and innuendo. She smiled a little before shoving him off her, relishing in his stunned expression. She sighed. Booth relaxed a little, seeing her smile, but was still confused. He raised an eyebrow.

"Concrete isn't very comfortable," she said by way of explanation. Rather than retort her comment, he looked thoughtful, his eyes tracing the room, then coming back to hers. He smiled, moving closer again.

"How's a wall?"

Brennan laughed disbelievingly and shook her head in wonder. He leaned up on one elbow, lying on his side, facing her. Putting a hand to her face, he brought it to his, stopping just as their lips met. "We'll have to change your mind about one of them…"

Rolling her eyes as he moved closer, she shoved his shoulder, landing him on the floor again. She jumped up and walked up the stairs, throwing him back a smug smile. Walking around into the lounge room, a smile still plastered on her face, she saw Sweets and Powers in the kitchen talking animatedly about something.

She cringed. This was not a conversation she wanted to have anything to do with. Barely stopping, she made for the stairs again. Booth was still lying at the bottom of the stairs, grinning. Brennan couldn't see why. She'd won after all.

"Wall's good," she informed him about half way down the stairs.

Booth was up in a second.

Laura started at the knock on the door. Flashing a quick glance at Alex, she stood up, flattening her hair out as she straightened her clothes. Alex stood, barely hiding his grin. Laura silently unlocked the door; it wouldn't do to have other people know.

"Yeah?" she asked as she opened the door to a smiling Sweets. Sweets tossed his head towards the stairs.

"It's time to go," he said brightly. Laura looked at Alex and shrugged as Sweets walked away to find the elusive Booth and Brennan. Alex grinned.

"We'll be on assignment again soon enough."

"So," Sweets tried. Four pairs of eyes glared. One hand moved to a pair of handcuffs. "No? You guys are very unreceptive. It isn't healthy-"

"So help me God, Sweets," Booth warned. Sweets held up his hands in surrender.

"Chill, Booth," he suggested. Finally, after ten minutes of standing outside the now locked house, the other car pulled up. The four agents piled their things into one car, Brennan preferring to keep her tiny bag with her. Laura had been amazed that she'd put a week's worth of things into a bag that small.

Brennan had not-so-politely informed her that years of genocide-related practice had been put into use.

Booth instantly took the keys from the driver, claiming the wheel. Sweets began to tell Booth exactly why he did, before getting a pair of handcuffs dangled in his face. "You can take the other car, Sweets," Booth said with a smile. Sweets rolled his eyes.

"We have a session on Tuesday, Agent Booth," he said happily. Booth glared.

"Stupid kid," he muttered.

Insulting me will get you nowhere, Booth, Sweets reminded himself inwardly.

Brennan was the first to get in the car, eager to get back to the lab. Laura and Alex only stared at the house for a few seconds while Booth tried to stare down Sweets. Laura saluted the house, turning back to Alex.

"This was a good exercise, Agent Rice," she said. She wasn't distant or strictly professional, only very platonic. Alex nodded at her.

"Aye, it was," he said mock-wistfully, copping a fist to the shoulder. Booth shook his head at their change in behavior before getting into the car himself. Booth pulled out of the driveway after the other car had left.

"I am so glad to get out of there," he muttered, slightly incredulous. He shrugged as if to get rid of the feeling. Brennan leaned back in the passenger seat.

"Mm. I can't wait to get back to work. I've felt so useless for so long…" she mused more to herself than anyone else. Laura looked at Alex in amazement. All she could think about was work?! All Laura could think about was bed.

"I know what you mean, Booth. This is not a thing I want to repeat. Ever." She stretched in the small space of the back seat, looking over at Alex with a nod.

"Yeah," Alex sighed. Suddenly, he grinned, remembering his wallet. "But I made a killing."

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