(The Boy with the Answer)

Okay, this is the last chapter of "Soul Mates". I am going to continue this story but as a sequel. I didn't want to let this story get to be too many chapters like I normally do. The sequel is titled, "Souls United".

I don't own Bones.

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Watching Booth flip a pancake on to her plate, Brennan yawned and shook her head, "Booth, I'm on maternity leave. I don't have to go into work this early. I don't have to go to work at all."

Moving her plate across the island, Booth moved a bowl of diced strawberries near her plate, "Yeah, yeah, the trial starts tomorrow and since you're an expert witness in the trial, we have to enroll Christine in Day Care this morning. They don't normally take infants younger than six weeks, but they'll make an exception during the trial. After we sign her up we have to go to the Lab for a meeting with Cam, plan on that taking up the rest of the morning."

Tired and just a little grumpy, Brennan poured some honey on her pancake and cut it up into small pieces. Spooning strawberries over her pancake pieces, she started eating.

Amused at how grumpy she was, Booth placed a golden hotcake on his plate and drenched it in syrup, "You know after the trial, maybe we should start planning our wedding. Our second wedding that is."

Swallowing her bite of pancake, Brennan placed her fork down, "I thought we agreed to wait until August."

The smell of the coffee rather invigorating, Booth sipped some of the brew and smiled, "That hasn't changed. I just think we should start planning for it that's all. I'm getting tired of saying my girlfriend. You're my wife and I want to be able to say my wife. At least once we send out the invitations I can say my fiancé."

Not sure why Booth was worried about titles, she pointed out, "We are married. You can say wife now if you want to, but I'd rather you said partner."

Aware that she wasn't really a morning person, Booth rolled his eyes and started to eat. Waving his fork around, Booth finally spoke, "It's a secret because we didn't want to rain on Angela's parade. She's a new bride and we agreed to let her have her fun. In August, you get to be the new bride. It'll be cool, you'll see."

Spearing the last piece of strawberry on her plate, Brennan pointed it at her husband, "Just remember, the trial doesn't start until 9 each morning, so I am not getting up early. I'm on maternity leave."

Unsatisfied with the sweetness of his pancakes, Booth poured more syrup on his pancake and swirled his last piece of pancake in the sticky goodness, "Fine by me. I don't mind going to work by myself . . . All alone . . . With no one in the car to make sure I don't fall asleep and get killed."

Laughing at his attempt at manipulation, Brennan stood up, "Poor Booth."

His guilt trip not working, Booth smiled and commented, "Hell, it was worth a try."

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Sitting in the courthouse, Booth clenched his jaw as he saw his wife being chastised by Heather Taffet. His anger and hatred so strong, Booth looked down and stared at the toes of his shoes. After Brennan had given her expert testimony, Booth sighed and rested his arm behind Brennan when she sat down next to him. Placing his arm around her shoulders, Booth leaned over and kissed his wife and partner. "You did good, Bones. That bitch is going down and you won't have to worry about her anymore."

Her hand on his knee, Brennan squeezed it and murmured, "I'm alright, Booth."

Nodding his head, Booth pulled Brennan closer to him and glared at Taffet as she began her cross examination of Cam.

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The jury pronouncing Taffet guilty, Booth stood up and hauled Brennan up to her feet. Throwing his arms around her, Booth whispered into her ear, "It's done, Bones. She can't hurt you ever again."

Hugging him tightly, Brennan laid her head on his shoulder, "Booth, she can't hurt you either. She's going to pay for what she did and that includes trying to kill you. . . . I don't know what would have happened to me if she had killed you. You're so important to me and even though we weren't in a relationship at the time, you were already the most important person in my life. I . . ." Unable to continue, Brennan sobbed.

His emotions barely under control, Booth held her tightly in his embrace and promised her, "I'll always be here for you, Bones. I love you. You'll never be alone while I'm alive. Never alone. I love you so much."

Clinging to him, Brennan laughed at herself, "I'm alright, Booth. It's just my hormones running amok. I'll be alright in a few minutes."

Her body trembling against his, Booth informed her, "I do worry about you Bones. I always have."

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Collecting his coffee from the cart, Booth walked down the path until he found an empty bench and sat down. Lifting the lid from the cup, he blew across the top of the coffee and then sipped it. Relaxed, he stared at the elderly lady sitting on the bench across the path. Admiring her earrings, he was considering asking her where she had bought them so he could buy a pair for his wife when he felt someone invade his personal space and sit down next to him.

His gaze moving to his left, Booth found himself staring at his former commanding officer during his tour in Somalia. Courteous, Booth acknowledged his company, "Colonel Pelant."

The bird colonel giving Booth a nod, smiled, "Master Sergeant Booth."

Holding up his hand, Booth waved it, "Supervisory Special Agent, Colonel, not sergeant."

Unconcerned with titles outside the Army, Pelant commented, "Your government needs you, Master Sergeant."

Snorting, Booth shook his head, "My family needs me, Colonel. I did my bit already. I did more than my bit. I did a hell of a lot more than my bit."

Studying Booth, Pelant shook his head, "We have men and women that are dying because they don't have you over there helping them to learn their jobs. The Army needs men like you to save valuable lives. It's your duty to help us help them."

Furious, Booth placed the lid on his coffee cup, stood up and faced the colonel, "I'm not 18 colonel. I'm 40 years old. War is a young man's game. I have damaged feet, a bad back and a hole in my head. Me going over there could be my death sentence. I'm not re-upping. My family needs me and I'm not going anywhere. Don't come around me again. I'll toss you on your ass the next time you try to make me feel guilty for that fucking shit going on overseas. I did my part and took care of more shit than I care to think about. I love the men and women in the service, but I won't ruin my life to make you and the Army happy. I finally got the family I've always wanted. I have a wife that loves me and she just gave me a beautiful baby daughter. I will not fuck that up for you or anyone else."

Turning, Booth stalked over to the trash can, threw his coffee away and strode back down the path.

Stonily staring at the retreating figure, Pelant shook his head and sighed.

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Entering the house that evening, Booth swept Brennan into his arms and danced her around a little bit.

Surprised, Brennan laughed at Booth's antics, "You're happy."

Laughing, Booth stopped and kissed her, "You're damn right, I am. You make me so happy sometimes I don't want to leave the house. I just want to be with you and Christine. I'm the happiest guy around, Bones. I love you."

Smiling, Brennan kissed her man passionately, "I love you too, Booth. You make me very happy too."

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A/N: okay this is the plan. I am going to end this story at chapter 65. I am going to start a sequel next week and will continue this story in that sequel. The sequel title is "Souls United". Thank you for supporting this story. You really make me happy knowing that there are readers interested in my little and not so little stories.