Here by popular demand, the third and final (seriously, I said that last time!) chpater of my humble little oneshot. ;) Enjoy...

"Damn!"

"What? What's the matter, Booth?" asked Brennan worriedly, glancing briefly up from the wallet of documents in her hands as she continued to sort methodically through the papers until she found the ones she needed.

"Your flight."

"Is it delayed further?" she sighed tiredly; the plane had already been delayed by three hours due to 'highly unseasonal weather conditions'. Booth had insisted that he wait with her to make sure she got off okay.

"Jeez, Bones... for being such a super-genius, you're kinda slow off the mark; there's a board up there. Read it," he snapped, rubbing his forehead exhaustedly. "It's been cancelled," he added helpfully, in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

"Ugh," she groaned. "I could walk to Peru faster than this airline's getting me there."

"Was that... sarcasm, Bones? And used correctly, in context?" joked Both, punching her lightly on the arm. "This is a proud, proud moment for me," he announced.

"I assume that was sarcasm too, right?" she asked, with some confusion. The smile froze on Booth's face.

"Yes, Bones. Yes, it was," he clarified. "Y'know what? Enough with the sarcasm already! Let's just get you home, then I'll bring you back for the next flight to Peru, okay?"

"The next flight to Peru is tomorrow morning. It would be a waste of time and gas to drive all the way home to come straight back first thing tomorrow morning," she argued wearily. "I'll just book a hotel room for tonight and you can go home."

Booth nodded slowly.

"Or... we could book a hotel room and I could go home tomorrow morning," he suggested, raising his eyebrows questioningly. A smile spread quickly across Brennan's face as she realised the implications of his words.

"You're right. I think that's a better plan," she said, grinning.

"I'm right? And you're admitting it? There goes another proud moment, Bones, whizzing right over the top of your head," he laughed. She returned his punch to the arm as they quickly went in search of a nearby hotel.

-x-

The next morning, Booth woke up in a distinctly unfamiliar bed. His first thought was, 'oh God, what did I do?'. He rolled his head over on the pillow to get a better view of the face attached to the head that was currently snuggled into his shoulder.

'Ah. That's what I did. At long last...'

He rested his chin lightly on top of her head, wrapping his arm tighter around her as she shifted sleepily to cuddle further into him. He smiled contentedly, then glanced at the clock on the bedside cabinet. His next thought was that the clock was wrong; after all, it couldn't possibly be 10am already, could it? Then again, in his experience, that was pretty much a natural reaction after having had a night of mind-blowing sex with your long-awaited partner of three years.

"Bones," he whispered, shaking her gently. "Bones! You have to wake up!"

She merely made an indistinct grunting noise and buried her head in a pillow.

"Why?" she grumbled tiredly.

"You're gonna miss your flight!" he warned her with a smile; she was evidently not a morning person. At least, not before her first coffee of the day.

"Ugh... you seriously think I'm getting out of bed for Peru when I could be in bed with you?" she asked him in disbelief, finally raising her head from its pillow-burrow. He reached out to brush away an errant strand of hair caught at the corner of her lips.

"Good point."

-x-

"They are so shagging at the airport," predicted Angela pensively, as if trying to think of a situation in which they could conceivably not be shagging at the airport.

"Totally," agreed Hodgins enthusiastically. "They're like small children," he added thoughtfully. "You put the idea into their heads, and off they go."

"I don't know what you got up to in your childhood, Hodgins, but small children generally don't shag at airports. Or anywhere, for that matter," remarked Cam with raised eyebrows. She was apparently the only one still doing any work and not giving her full attention to debating whether or not Booth and Brennan were 'banging in a hotel somewhere', as Angela so quaintly put it.

It was a good thing that there was still at least some pretense of a normal working atmosphere, especially seeing as Booth and Brennan themselves chose that exact moment to burst abruptly through the closed front doors of the building. For once, miraculously, they weren't arguing. All three pairs of eyebrows immediately shot upwards with varying degrees of force, just as three whispered questions broke the relative silence of the near-empty lab.

"Why isn't Brennan in Peru?"

"Why is she here when she could be at home banging Booth?

"Why aren't they... arguing?"

The three of them shared a look of bewildered amusement as the pair strode towards them.

"Well, to answer Cam's question, I'm not in Peru because my flight got cancelled and I... overslept this morning," explained Brennan quickly, hurriedly ascending the stairs to the platform with Booth at her side. Muffled snickers and laughing glances flew across the space between the other three.

"HAH! Just like I said!" crowed Angela triumphantly. "Was it good? I bet it was great!" she continued.

"And to answer Hodgin's question, we don't always argue! That's just you, nutjob," snarked Booth, cutting Angela's incessant babbling off as his hand came to rest in the its usual position in the small of Brennan's back.

"And to answer Angela's question," continued Brennan mischievously. "Her first question, that is - that really is a damn good question!"

Seriously, people; that's the lot now. Unless the plot bunny of all plot bunnies latches onto my ankle with its jagged little teeth and refuses to let go, I will not be writing any more, so don't go putting any of your fabulous ideas into my head again! :D

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