Author's note: Here's the final chapter. I hope you've all enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. And don't even try to convince me to write a sequel…it never works.
Disclaimer: For the last time (no, really), I do not own anything that they show on TV.
"I empathize with the witch. I mean, she can't help that she was born green, any more than you or I can help being caucasian," Brennan argued.
Booth just smiled and shook his head at her.
"You think I'm crazy, don't you?" Brennan said at Booth's smirk.
"No. I think you're smart, caring, kickass when you need to be...and beautiful," he replied, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes. He then took a swig of his drink and added, "I know you're crazy."
She punched him lightly on the arm and tried to look annoyed as she sipped her own drink. He in turn pretended to be wounded by her attack.
After an hour waiting for the balloon to ground, and a thorough recovery of the rest of Dotty's remains, which were in the balloon with the Wizard, Booth and Brennan had decided to go and celebrate—Over the Rainbow.
"So why'd he do it?" Temperance asked all of a sudden.
"The Wizard?" She nodded her head. "I dunno, Bones, he kinda…went on and on about sacriledge, and how people like Dotty, who misrepresent the movie…" he trailed off, waving a swizzle stick around. "He was raving. Couldn't get a coherant sentence out of him. Kept quoting the movie."
"Can I get you two anything else?"
"No thanks, Uncle Henry," Booth said to the man. "I, personally, am stuffed. That 'Scarecrow's Pie' was delicious."
The genial gentleman beamed at the compliment. "And what about you, miss?"
"Same," Brennan answered, patting her full stomach. "But thanks."
"Well, it's on the house tonight."
At their protests, he held up his hand and said, "Nope. I won't take no for an answer. You stopped a wicked man—pardon my pun—from sullying the name of one of the most beloved movies ever made. It's the least I could do," he finished valiantly.
They thanked him graciously, and Booth decided to leave a generous tip.
"Well, what's his real name?" Tempe resumed her questioning.
"Don't know that, either. He's not giving it up, and his prints aren't in our database," Booth answered with a sigh and a shrug of his shoulders. "Maybe time will tell."
She nodded and studied Booth's face. Then she said, "One more thing."
Booth turned and faced her, his eyebrows raised in question. She brought her hands up and placed them on either side of his face, pulling him down to meet her lips. He complied immediately, his fingers tangling in her hair. They broke apart, breathing rates and heartbeats slightly elevated.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"Unfinished business," was all she would say.
Booth tossed the money on the bar and took her hand, pulling her towards the door.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Well…you know what they say," Booth answered, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
She narrowed her eyes and shook her head.
He broke into a slow smile and leaned towards her so that their noses were almost touching and he whispered, "There's no place like home."
The End
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