A/N: Here it is, people. The last chapter of my first Bones story. (Sniffs loudly) I just hope that it is good enough for you guys. I had trouble writing it, basically just because I knew it was the end. I dedicate this final chapter to the three people who have helped me out the most with this story. Ash, Sophie, and Ellie. Ellie, Sophie, and Ash. Sophie, Ellie, and Ash. There- now you each got a turn to be named first! :) Anyway, on with the story!

Brennan thanked the bar tender and took a huge gulp of beer. Booth studied her for a moment before speaking.

"Bones," he said in a low voice that made Brennan's spine tingle. No, she corrected herself, That sensation was caused by the amount of alcohol I've had!

"That's your third beer." Booth pointed towards the beverage in Brennan's hands.

"I have an extremely high intelligence quotient, Booth." the forensic anthropologist reminded him, "I think that I can keep track of how many beers I've had!"

Booth raised his arms in front of himself as a sign of surrender. "OK, OK, you're not a happy drunk, I get it."

Brennan snorted sarcastically. "I am not drunk." she argued. "I've only had three beers! I'm tipsy at the most."

Booth stared at her, then his face broke into a goofy grin. "Tipsy? Tipsy?! Did I just hear Dr. Temperance Brennan, world renowned forensic anthropologist and author use the word tipsy?" he teased.

Brennan looked into Booth's face, and couldn't help but offer her own smile in return. "Angela." she explained.

Booth nodded. "Of course."

They stared into each other's eyes longer than was necessary, and Brennan recognized this as one of her and Booth's "moments". Or, at least that's what Angela called them.

"Wanna talk about it?" Booth asked, his eyes never leaving hers.

Brennan broke the eye contact and changed her focus to the floor. "No" she mumbled.

"Ok." Booth agreed as he finished off his beer. Brennan kept her eyes on the floor for about five full minutes. She was unaware of the fact that Booth was staring at her the entire time. When he felt that the silence had lasted long enough, Booth reached out his hand and gently placed it under Brennan's chin. He slowly tipped her head up with his fingers. She looked at him with curious and questioning eyes.

"You wanna talk about it?" Booth repeated as he pulled his hand away.

As cliche as it sounded, Brennan missed the contact. "Yeah," she said in a voice just above a whisper, "Let's talk about it."

Booth nodded. "Um...well, Sweets said some things to you that made you upset. And I don't like to see you upset. So, I went to Sweets and got him to tell me what he told you."

Brennan looked anywhere but at Booth when she spoke. "And what did he tell you?"

Booth cleared his throat uncomfortably and ran his hand through his hair. "You know, the same thing he told you."

Brennan rolled her eyes, "How can you be sure that he didn't tell us two completely different things?"

Booth sighed. "He told me that he told you that he thinks that we're in love."

Brennan laughed. "Well, that's not at all confusing."

Booth laughed along for a moment before asking, "What'd he tell you?"

Brennan smiled. "Basically the same thing. Only he added psychological babble about the walls that I put up so that people can't get too close, and how you broke through them."

"Oh" was all Booth could say at the moment. There was only a brief pause before he asked, "What do you want to do about this?"

"Honestly?" Brennan began, "I want to get really drunk and just forget about it."

Booth laughed in agreement, "Sounds like a plan, Bones." Then, he grew serious again, "What do you really want to do about it?"

Brennan sighed. "I don't know. I just...I just need time to process this and think about it."

Booth nodded. "I think that that's a really good idea."

There was an awkward silence for a few moments, before Brennan spoke up.

"Hey, Booth?" she asked.

"Hmm?" he responded, while still looking at the ground.

"Are we solid?" Brennan asked.

Booth looked up when he recognized the question. He didn't understand why she was asking it. "Huh?"

"We're still the center, right?" Brennan asked with a hint of panic in her voice.

He looked her in the eyes. "Yeah, Bones." he said softly, "We're still the center."

"And-And we're still holding?" Brennan pressed.

"Always, Bones." Booth whispered.

Both of them leaned forward, and before they could think about what was happening, they were kissing.

Brennan pulled back some, in order to get air. When her breathing steadied again, she spoke in a whisper. "What about the line?"

"Lines are made to be crossed." Booth replied with his charm smile.

"That's what Angela said." Brennan replied before leaning in to kiss Booth again.

"That's it." Booth said as he took away Brennan's drink later that night. "What is this, your tenth beer? I am cutting off your alcohol intake right now." he said firmly.

"Give it back!" Brennan whined loudly as she lunged towards Booth. Booth held the drink in the air above his head and waved it tauntingly. Brennan jumped up and down trying to get her beer back, but Booth was faster.

"No, no, no, Bones." He said as he finished the drink himself, "Off. Limits."

Brennan laughed loudly, causing people to turn their heads in her direction. "Please, Booth!" she begged desperately, "Please?!"

Booth shook his head and chuckled, "Bones, you are so drunk right now." he said with a smile.

Brennan giggled, "I'm so gonna get screwed tonight!" she announced proudly (and rather loudly).

Booth choked on his drink. "Excuse me?!" he asked incredulously.

"Isn't that the term people like you use for getting drunk?" Brennan asked in honest confusion.

Booth rolled his eyes, "Hammered, Bones. The term is hammered. Now, don't ever say that again."

"Don't say what?" Brennan asked childishly, "That I'm gonna get screwed?"

"Bones!" Booth scolded.

"Why can't I say it?" Brennan asked. "Does it have some type of hidden sexual innuendo?"

Booth sighed loudly. "You know what? Just forget it!" He stood up and helped her to stand as well. "Let's just get you home."

"Fine!" Brennan pouted.

Booth laughed as he put his hand on the small of her back and guided her out of the bar.

The End! I want to thank everyone who has supported this story! It means a lot to me that you took the time to read my story! I have lots of other ideas for different Bones stories, and I plan on writing and posting them soon, so keep your eye out for them! Anyway, I had a lot of fun with this story and I hope that you guys did too!