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Filled with a sense of foreboding, Harris stood in the doorway of Booth's office and rapped on the door frame.

His gaze moving from his manual to the agent, Booth's expression turned hard, "Come to arrest me?"

Entering the room, Harris walked over towards Booth's desk and sat on the chair across from him, "Nah, that's done. We have two coroners who signed off that Brodsky died from a fall. Caroline is letting it stand. Our techs found a few drops of blood on a rock near the water above the falls, but it was Brodsky's. The waterfall is pretty popular and has a lot of visitors plus the weather has been pretty intense lately. As you know, Cam says he got into a fight with someone before he died, but that's all we have. If there was some DNA on the body, it was washed away when he fell over the falls and landed in the water below. His body was in the water for a few days before he was found so . . . anyway, if he was murdered then that murderer gets a 'get out of jail free' card. We don't have any forensic evidence that can prove murder."

Relieved that the case was being closed, Booth leaned back against his chair and derided his friend, "You didn't have any proof and yet you hauled my ass into the Hoover and tried to get me to confess? You're so full of shit, Harris."

Embarrassed, Harris protested, "Look, you had the best motive and the skills to get rid of Brodsky if you had a mind to do it. I wouldn't have been doing my job if I'd overlooked that. The Gravedigger is dead and so is all of her cronies, at least we hope so . . . . Man, I was so hoping you hadn't done it, but I had to make sure. If you murdered Brodsky then I couldn't let you just walk away from that. If you were in my shoes you'd have done the same thing and you know it."

His eyes boring into Harris, Booth spoke with quiet intensity, "I was telling you the truth, I didn't murder him. I haven't left the District since I got back from Mexico. You should also know by now that if I really did want to murder someone no way you'd ever find the body. Not unless I wanted you to."

A shiver running down his back, Harris cleared his throat, "Yeah, that's what I told Caroline. She forgets about your stint in the Rangers and the fact that you did some jobs for the CIA."

"Which are classified and none of your damn business." His eyes flicking towards his office door, Booth noticed Lester start to enter the room then turn and walk away. "So now what?"

Aware the next move was his, Harris pulled two tickets out of his pocket and laid them on Booth's desk. "Look, I was doing my job. I didn't want to involve you in this mess, but you were my best suspect. You know it too. Everyone seems to think your health is keeping you down, but I know you. If you needed to do something you'd find a way to do it. You're what they call dangerous . . . Anyway, I'm not going to apologize for doing my job."

Pulling the tickets over so he could get a better look at them, Booth frowned, "Okay, what's this for?"

"It's not an apology, but it is a peace offering." Crossing his arms, Harris observed, "We've been friends a long time."

Grateful that Harris was making an effort, Booth smiled, "Yeah, I guess we have been." Picking up the tickets, he placed them in his shirt pocket, "Thanks." Making a quick decision, Booth pointed out, "Bones has some lecture to do that night, so she won't be able to go to the game with me. Want to come with me? I'd hate to go by myself or waste the ticket."

Surprised at the offer, Harris lowered his arms and placed his hands on his lap, "Yeah, sure. . . . Um . . . thanks."

Shaking his head, Booth cautioned, "Of course, I expect you to buy the beer and hotdogs too."

"Of course you do." Standing Harris moved towards the doorway, "One beer and one hotdog you cheapskate."

Laughing, Booth waited until his friend got to the door and then soberly called out, "I would have gone after you too, Harris."

Not sure what else to say, Harris waved at Booth and left.

His attention back to his manual as Harris left the Lab, Booth flipped the page and tried to remember what he was looking for before he was interrupted.

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Striding into the room, Lester stopped at Booth's desk and leaned against it, "What did Harris want? Is he still after you?"

Irritated with all of the interruptions, Booth turned his manual over and glared at his lieutenant, "The case is closed. They're calling it an accident."

Relieved, Lester sat down and shook his head, "Thank God for that."

Staring intently at his younger friend, Booth glumly explained, "They don't have any real proof that Brodsky was murdered. The crime scene was corrupted. They've had a lot of snow and rain up there and if Brodsky was murdered then whoever did it didn't leave any proof behind that they could find."

Uncomfortable with the way Booth was staring at him, Lester cleared his throat, "Cam says it was an accident and so did the other coroner. The FBI had no business trying to turn it into a murder investigation and they really shouldn't have gone after you. It was ridiculous."

His hands on the armrests of his chair, Booth studied the younger man and finally stated, "They had to make sure. It's their job. Since the case is closed it looks like if he was murdered then whoever did it is going to walk and that's the end of this whole mess. The Gravedigger is dead along with her stooges. Her killer is dead, so that should be it. As long as no other evidence shows up or someone doesn't do anything stupid the case will remain closed."

Nodding his head slowly, Lester assured his boss, "Believe me, no one is going to do anything stupid. . . . um . . . I'm glad this whole thing is done. Maybe we can have some peace around here now."

Reaching over and flipping his manual over, Booth suggested, "Why don't you get the hell out of here and give me that peace you're talking about. Between you and Harris, I can't get anything done."

Curious, Lester stood up and hooked his thumbs on his belt, "How about you and Harris?"

"What about us?" His eyes scanning his manual, Booth found what he'd been looking for. Looking up, he smiled, "Harris was just doing his job. The case is done and we're going to a ball game this weekend."

Feeling a little left out, Lester asked, "Can I come?"

Pulling two tickets from his pocket, Booth frowned, "I only have two tickets."

Glumly, Lester turned and walked over to the door.

"Tell you what, you and me . . . we'll go to a game together next week." Watching his young friend turn, Booth continued, "Consider it payment for services rendered. I'll even pay for the beer and snacks."

Sure he knew what Booth was referring to, Lester cautiously replied, "I don't know what you mean."

Snorting, Booth turned his attention back to his manual, "Yes you do."

A blush staining his cheeks, Lester nodded his head, "Just so you know, if this Brodsky shit ever comes back to haunt you, I'll make it right. He really did die in an accident . . . well sort of. If I have to, me and someone else can testify to that, but . . . um, well . . ." With that, he turned and left the office muttering quietly.

Surprised and a little worried, Booth watched his young friend leave his office.

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Dinner complete, dishes loaded in the dishwasher and the lights turned off downstairs except for the corner lamp in the living room, Booth settled on the couch next to Brennan. Handing her a bowl of coconut ice cream, Booth smiled, "I didn't even know they made coconut ice cream before today."

Her spoon already scooping up some of the treat, Brennan chuckled, "That's because if it doesn't have chocolate in it you're not interested." Tasting the ice cream, Brennan moaned, "This is so good."

Sipping his Scotch, Booth watched her as she consumed her small bowl of ice cream. Once she was done and the empty bowl was on the coffee table, Booth placed his empty glass next to the bowl and placed his hand on her thigh, "Harris came by this afternoon and told me that the FBI has dropped the Brodsky case. Caroline is going to accept the coroner's report and leave the ruling as an accident."

Pleased to hear the news, Brennan clutched his hand, "That's good news. It was ridiculous to go after you. You've been in the District since you came back from Mexico. . . . Besides you gave me your word that you wouldn't go after Brodsky and you keep your word."

"Thanks Bones." Her touch as always a thrill to him, he leaned over and kissed her, "I appreciate it. I really do." Staring into her beautiful blue eyes, Booth knew he could get lost in those beautiful orbs and never want to be found. "The Grave digger is dead and I guess those idiots that worked for her are too. Brodsky is dead. . . . Maybe we're free now. Maybe we can have the happy life we wanted."

A sad smile gracing her lips, Brennan nodded her head slowly, "That sounds nice Booth." Standing she tugged on his hand until he stood up. Moving her arms around his chest, Brennan sighed, "You deserve happiness."

"You deserve happiness too, Bones." Grateful that she was in his life, Booth kissed her, "If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here. You're my angel . . . Yes, I know you don't believe in angels, but I do. You're my angel and I love you so much, Bones."

A tear sliding down her cheek, Brennan returned his kiss, "I love you, Booth. I never knew I could love someone as much as I love you."

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This story has finally come to the end. It was originally supposed to be about five chapters long and it kept growing due to requests. 107 chapters later I think it's probably done. I hope you found it entertaining. Let me know what you thought of it. Thank you.