Spoilers: Eeeeeh. Oh, last chapter. Thought you'd like to know.

Disclaimer: Whatever. But there's a little...innuendo, here, so yeah. Just...yeah...If you think I should change the rating, just tell me. I mean, it isn't that bad, it's only Angela having some fun! Tee hee. Thanks heaps to everyone who's reviewed this story! It makes me happier every time! Seriously, I'm fully elated right now. Thanks everyone!

Author's Note: If you wouldn't have picked up on it, the first conversation between Booth and Brennan is about the poking thing. Just thought you'd like to know...Well, this chapter has taken me ages because I haven't had the computer in ages. But I find it entertaining. Haha. Don't know if you will...But tell me what you think! Feedback is loved, especially because this is the last chapter!

"All I'm saying, Bones, is that there are more effective ways of waking people up!"

Angela looked up as she heard Booth's voice booming across the lab. Spotting her favourite pair, she grinned, watching from a distance.

"Well it worked, didn't it?" came Brennan's response. Angela's ears just about pricked up when she heard the conversation properly. How on Earth did she wake him up? she asked herself with a giggle, images running through her head. If it was anything like how she woke Hodgins up...

"Yeah, it worked, but that's not the point, Bones," he said, sounding genuinely irritated. The climbed the stairs to her office, dumping their things on her couch carelessly. They were so absorbed in their argument that they didn't bother with the formalities of putting things in the right places.

"Then what is the point, Booth? This is a ridiculous conversation, with nothing even remotely relevant to anything!" Angela ran up the stairs, stopping as soon as she had a good view of the two. This could get interesting. "Especially not at work!" she scolded, frowning at Booth.

Very interesting.

Booth took a step forward, seriously invading Brennan's personal space like no one else could; like no one else would dare. "Fine. Then we'll talk about it tonight," he said, a few decibels quieter than before. Angela had to strain to hear, and she took a few steps closer.

"Tonight? Booth, you can't stay tonight," Brennan answered, all annoyance gone from her voice. Now she was just stating fact. Booth's cocked his head, giving her his patented why-the-hell-not-? look.

"And why not?" he asked mutinously, a grin growing bigger. Angela had no idea what was going on. Brennan was being scientific about Booth staying at her house, and Booth was taking some kind of satisfaction out of it. Well, something happened, she chimed. Whether it was a good thing...

"Because I'm getting my stitches out today, Booth. You promised to leave once the stitches were out, remember? Or were you too busy burning yourself in my kitchen?" she asked icily. Now she was irritated again. But Angela saw something else in her friend's demeanor. Something unrecognizable in Brennan.

To Angela's absolute shock, Booth laughed, holding up a finger. "Judging by this burn mark; yes. Does that mean I don't have to leave?" he asked more pitifully than any man ever should have to.

Brennan rolled her eyes and took off her coat, over-shirt and scarf, throwing them onto the couch with the rest of their things. As Brennan moved to get her blue lab coat off the chair behind her desk, Booth grabbed her from behind, a hand on each hip holding her in place.

Angela choked. What the hell was going on with them? From their next exchange, she realized she knew exactly what was going on.

Brennan's eyes closed, and Booth pulled her back with no apparent debate on her part. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, before running his lips up and down the back of her neck. She shook her head pathetically, mumbling something inaudible as she let her head fall back onto Booth's shoulder in the most out of character movement Angela had ever seen in Brennan.

Angela stifled a giggle, for fear of pulling her two friends out of their own little world, and backed away as quietly as she could. As soon as she turned her head, she heard Brennan call out.

She swiveled at the sound of her name. "Damn!" she muttered as she approached the two. "Hey, Sweetie! I was starting to get worried about you two," she said impishly. Brennan and Booth looked at each other, completely differing expressions on their faces. Brennan looked lost, and she wanted Booth to explain. Booth looked both guilty and amused as he wrapped an arm around Brennan's shoulders possessively.

"Nothing to worry about, Ange," he said happily as he grabbed Brennan's lab coat and all but dragged her away. Angela raised an eyebrow at Brennan's obvious complacency. Had Booth actually managed this on one night? Angela giggled.

Must have been some mind-blowing sex!, she laughed to herself as she followed them down to the lab.

"Hm," Brennan grunted. Angela, Hodgins, Booth and Zach's heads all snapped up, hopeful expressions plastered on the faces.

"What?" Booth asked impatiently.

"I don't know, yet, Booth. You keep interrupting me with your stupid questions," she scolded. Her voice, however, stayed completely disconnected, a perfect monotone. She was just arguing out of habit. Angela grinned again; her cheeks were going to be paying for this later.

"Asking you what you are 'hm'-ing about is not a stupid question, Bones. Now if I were asking you to hurry up; that would be a stupid question," he finished with a smirk. Brennan threw her gloves at him, glaring. Now she was angry.

"In more than one way," Hodgins whispered to Angela, eliciting a giggle. Booth glared at him and Zach looked clueless. Angela leaned over further towards Hodgins.

"You know, I hear latex is pretty good for spanking," she said, her voice pure smut. Hodgins looked at her with intrigued delight, and Booth shot her a furious stare. Angela smirked at him.

Brennan, who hadn't heard the end of their exchange, went on. "Booth, sit down," she said. Booth saluted.

"Yes, ma'am!" He was too disconcerted and annoyed by Angela's comments for any kind of chivalry; even for argument. Not that Angela's imagery had helped his thought process at all. He silently cursed her for saying that. Especially at work. With witnesses, he added scathingly, out of necessity keeping his eyes off Brennan for the remainder of the afternoon.

"Are you sure?" Booth stressed. Brennan nodded instantly, grabbing hold of the hem of her shirt. He stared at her for a few seconds, before nodding himself and pushing her down by her shoulders to sit on the relatively uncomfortable wooden dining chair.

"Okay, Bones. Now. You may have to help me out, here. I've never done this before..." he said sheepishly. Worry flashed across Brennan's face only momentarily, before she regained all the control she was used to having over her reactions.

"Would you just do it already?" she said, forcing irritation into her voice. She didn't want to let him know how much she was not looking forward to this. She gingerly lifted the hem of her shirt further, stopping just as her bra was showing and the quickly-fading bruise was completely visible. She turned slightly to her side.

At the first sight of the wound on her ribcage, Booth closed his eyes, sucking in a deep breath. Brennan rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, Booth! You've seen worse than this. We see worse than this every day. Besides, as a soldier, you must have seen worse," she stated. Why the hell was he drawing out such an uncomfortable moment?

"Okay, for starters, Bones, those people are dead. Dead, not alive. Dead," he said, unsure who he was really reiterating that to. They were obviously both fully aware that the remains they worked with were, indeed, dead.

Brennan went to speak, but Booth but her off. "And the soldiers...In war you're in a completely different mindset. I can't even imagine doing some of the things I did...Pulling out bullets..." he traled off as an involuntary shiver passed through him. Brennan looked at him sympathetically.

"Besides," he started with a small smile, "They...they weren't you..." he admitted, eyes downcast, before rising to meet hers. After a few seconds of simply staring at one another, he suddenly grinned. "I didn't have to struggle to control myself at seeing their bare skin," he said suggestively.

Brennan's eyes widened as he looked back to her side and cut the stitches swiftly, before pulling them out in the only way that seemed appropriate. She made a surprised sound when he began, but sat perfectly still, making not a noise after that. Focused on his task of not injuring Bones more than she already was, he wiped the wound with the sterile gauze-pad Brennan had set out for him.

When he'd walked into the kitchen, he'd felt like an infant; everything was set out for him. It annoyed him because then he had no excuse to screw up. Not that he'd ever do that. Not with His Bones. He was supposed to take care of her, not harm her. There was no room for failure when it came to her.

He'd scoffed at himself, thinking how Brennan would have reacted if he'd spoken that aloud. He was glad he hadn't, that much was sure.

Brennan's voice brought him back to the present. He briefly wondered how long he'd been disinfecting her.

"It's always fascinated me. You'd think, logically, that the more pain one had been subjected to, the less susceptible one would be to it. But that's not true, because every time I get hurt, it hurts just as damn much!" she added to her scientific spiel, making Booth laugh.

He looked up at her, finally, and she smiled back, something of amusement playing on her face. Booth thought for a second, before leaning down again, pressing his lips just to the side of the almost-healed cut. In spite of herself, she jumped at the contact of his lips and her bare skin, forcing herself to breathe.

Booth grabbed the hem of her shirt very deliberately from her hand, and pulled it down; exactly the opposite of what she was expecting. Or hoping, she wasn't quite sure. He kept hold of her hand, however and placed a kiss on her palm.

"So," he started in a deliberately sensual tone.

"Yes?" she managed before he kissed the inside of her wrist. He looked at her, eyes shining, lips cocked in a smug version of his Charm Smile.

"Well, now that your stitches are out..." he trailed off, leaving her a moment to figure out what he was saying as he moved back to her hand. "I have to go." She made an involuntary grunt that sounded to Booth like defiance. He grinned into her palm before placing her hand on her lap and placing both of his on either side of her face.

She leaned in to meet him half way only to be stopped by his hands, her mouth just brushing his. She opened her eyes to meet his. To her surprise, they were filled with unabashed amusement. His lips teased hers as he spoke.

"Booth: game."