Well here it is folks......the final chapter of Don't call me Bones!.

It's been a wild ride guys and I just have to say my deepest thanks to all those who stuck with this; wrote reviewed, favourited (if that is a word?) and read this story. It wouldn't have been the same without you :)

Can't believe that after all that this is the final chapter. Most of you correctly guessed that it was Blaise that was the villian, a little secret was that when I first started this story I was aiming for Draco to be the bad guy, buuuuttttt that would be too like the original Bones annnnndddddd I started to fall in love with our little Slytherin bad boy and I just couldn't do it!

Buuuttttt enough of my rambles :/ you're all waiting for the last chapter bWeut before I go, signing off on this story for the final time *sob* just one more poll......

Sequel or no sequel?

Disclaimer: Unfortunatley I'm not rolling around on a bed of 100 quid notes in my Miami beach house so hence I'm not JKR or Hart Hanson :(

So in the immortal words of Buggs Bunny......Well thats all folks!

"Just a reminder ladies and gentlemen," A smooth voice said from the tannoy in the corner of the room. "That visitor hours will end in five minutes. Five minutes folks."

Harry turned, ready to see Hermione begin to tidy away her things. She was after all a stickler for being late, she just had to be exactly on time for anything and everything.

That was why when he saw that in fact she hadn't moved an inch, seemingly making her self more comfortable in the usually uncomfortable plastic chair next to his bed.

"Hey, shouldn't you be thinking of leaving?" He asked, "Not that I want you to leave or anything-"

Hermione laughed softly, the sound warming his heart. "Relax Harry I know what you mean. It really is amazing what a few little autographs can do in today's society. I would love to do a study on it-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Harry said, holding up a hand to stop her mid sentence, a smile forming over his lips. "You mean you bribed the hospital staff to stay with me longer." His smile widened when he saw her blush, "Awww Bones, I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me. I'm touched."

Hermione rolled her eyes, the blush on her face lessening. "Says the one who told the staff that if I wasn't allowed to stay they would find themselves under the watchful eye of the FBI, IRS and whatever else is going."

This time it was Harry's turn to blush. "Yes well." He stammered, seemingly lost for words, frowning at Hermione's smug smile. "Enough of that. You know that Zambini is telling us nothing. I mean I guess he figures that it will be his final victory over us or something. Not that it matters, he's finished anyway."

Hermione hummed in agreement, gently touching the bandaged part of her forehead. She looked over at Harry who wasn't doing much better; his ribs still tapped up, numerous cuts and bruises covering his torso and face. 'What a pair.' She thought, inwardly rolling her eyes.

Momentary silence fell over the two of them before Harry spoke, his voice soft as he tried to avoid her eyes. "You know, I let you down, Bones. I'm sorry."

Hermione ignored the use of his pet name for her (just this once wouldn't hurt right?) and grabbed his hand in reassurance. "You saved my life."

Harry sighed, bringing his gaze back to hers. "Yeah but you know, I shouldn't …it shouldn't have gone down like that."

Hermione squeezed his hand gently. "What a pair hey." She laughed, voicing her opinion from earlier.

Harry laughed a little. One of the first since his last talk with her. Of course in his world any peace is short lived, the interruption this time caused by his cell phone ringing. Nodding to Hermione she reached over to bedside table, pushed backwards against the wall so that she could sit closer to him, she was of course almost sat next to him on the bed.

"Agent Potter's phone, Dr. Hermione Granger speaking how can help you?" She said quickly, his tone professional and Harry laughed inwardly, poking her gently in the side, trying to make her drop the secretary act. She only glared playfully at him, swatting away the offending hand. "It's Draco." She said, placing her hand over the speaker so the person (Draco) on the other end couldn't hear her. "He says can we keep it down it here because he's trying to watch the game." She turned back towards the phone, "Aren't cell phones meant to be barred in here Draco?" She said, a smile on her lips, the laughter quickly fading from her eyes as she gasped at his next comment. "Draco Malfoy! I mean really. Harry and I were doing no such thing!" She finished, her face tinged with pink as she shut the phone with an angry clap.

"What did he say?" Harry asked, interested to know what Draco had said to get her all hot and bothered. I mean that was his job right?

"He said that surely Harry can't be that good to cause that much racket." She fought back a smile at Harry's raised eyebrow. "He takes credit for teaching everything you know by the way."

"That little-" Harry spluttered, making a move to get out of his bed until Hermione pushed him back down. "I oughtta go back there and-"

Hermione only laughed, rolling her eyes and folding her arms. "Yes Harry I'm sure. I see that Draco is back to his usual self then."

This seemed to get Harry out of his stupor. "Yeh, he's fine. He said that he should be out of this torture chamber in the next few days and then he's heading back to organized crime. Says that he has got injured more in the past few days here then in all the three years at OC." He shook his head, almost in disbelief. "He also says that he's got a date with the hot blonde squint."

"Ah," Hermione said, raising a delicate eyebrow. "That's the reason why Luna's been sending me mysterious winks and smiling a lot lately. Also explains why Ron's acting like he's had a 3,000 year old stick stuck up his gluteus maximus."

Harry laughed, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. "I think you mean ass Bones."

"That's not an anatomically correct phrase, Harry." She said amidst his laughter. Hermione frowned briefly before shrugging, turning to face Harry with a puzzled expression. "There is one more question that I wanted to ask you."

"Fire away Bones."

For a moment Hermione looked confused, something that didn't happen often."I don't know what that means. I do not have a gun so how can I fire anything?"

Harry blinked, trying to make sense of what the hell she was saying. "Just forget Bones, it's just an expression. What was that you wanted to ask?"

Hermione paused as if gearing up to ask him something that might make him uncomfortable. "Why did Zambini betray everyone? He wasn't on the Ginelli case right? How did he know all the information?"

Harry paused, trying to think of the best way of explaining it. "Zambini was never in organized crime. At least that's what we thought anyway. It seems like Kingsley put him on OC undercover, telling no one but Moody, the head of the department. They wanted to keep his activities secret." He paused, taking a sip of the water that Hermione had passed to him.

"Thanks. Draco was meant to be undercover with the Ginelli's, but a week before hand he got hit, his knee was busted up and he couldn't infiltrate the gang properly if he wasn't fully fit. So they needed to draft in a replacement or the sting would be a bust, Zambini was the best candidate; he had known Draco for years, a few years above us in school and knew most of Draco's past and family history; almost as well as the man himself."

"So Zambini went undercover instead of Draco, am I right?" Hermione asked.

"Yep, right in one Bones." Harry said, squeezing her hand in encouragement. "Zambini told the rest of the bureau, well the one's he spoke to anyway, that he was taking a much needed holiday whilst Draco had to lay low, moving to New York for a couple of months. Until of course he was able to go back. But by then it was too late, the gang had accepted Zambini's Draco and were weary of this odd change in him. Zambini was re-drafted in, saying that he was being transferred to a state up north and Draco was asked to run point from our New York field office. It was almost the perfect plan. Everyone, including me, thought that Draco had been the one undercover. Even Draco didn't know that it was Zambini who had really been the mole."

"Wow." Hermione said after a few moments, letting all the information sink in. "You FBI guys really think things through huh?"

Harry laughed, reaching for the remote. "Well thanks Bones, from the best thinker I know it's a compliment. Now come on," he said, scooting over, allowing her to rest on the bed next to him. "Lets watch this game Draco's so interested in."

Hermione only rolled her eyes. Men and sports, she never would fully understand the appeal but complied, slipping under the covers with Harry, making sure not to touch or lie on his injured ribs. As the game sprung to life on the small screen he turned towards her.

"Ten bucks says the Lakers win."

Hermione smiled. "You're on." She said, reaching up sealing the deal with a soft kiss before snuggling deeper into Harry, allowing the shouts and whistles of the players and the referee fill the room.

AND thats it! Whoooooo! First Story complete! :)

Thanks to everyone who stuck with this story to the very end, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I as enjoyed writing it!

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Sequel to no sequel?

Thanks again and I'll catch ya later :)