42I just realized a few days ago, that I never finished this story. I am so sorry! I worked really hard to make a perfect ending. I hope it makes up for the very long delay.
Angela smiled to herself as she tried to console her friend. She told Brennan the basic comforting phases like "everything will be okay" just to clam her down enough for one of their famous best friend girl talks. Brennan finally began to stop crying and Angela pulled her to the couch.
"What's so wrong about being in love with Booth?" Angela began.
"I've been unable to properly assess if he returns my affection. And even if he did… well there's that line. And I'm worried that if I tell him, everything will change for the worse and there's a chance we could get split up. But now that I fully comprehend my feelings, it is almost intolerable to be around him as just partners."
Needing to cheer her friend up Angela interjected with "Intolerable as in you just want to rip his clothes of and throw him down on an examination table?"
A slight chuckle slipped out of Brennan. "Intolerable as in I hate the thought of parting when a case is over or even when the day is over," Brennan added on a more serious note. "But your scenario sound okay too… What should I do?"
Angela thought for a moment knowing that relationships are delicate and with the wrong advice she could ruin a partnership, a friendship, and any shot of anything romantic. But thinking further, Angela realized that their relationship wasn't delicate, it was rock hard, and she knew exactly what advice to give.
"Okay, Sweetie. The really great thing about you and Booth is how strong your relationship is because of how well you accept each other as is."
"I don't understand."
"When one of you screws up, the other on calls them on it and moves on."
"Okay."
"So that's what you should do."
"Screw up?"
"Kind of, do something big and bold that lets him know exactly how you feel. He'll either reciprocate your feelings or call you on it and move on."
"You think so?"
"Yeah, Bren, you two have such a strong relationship that nothing you say or do could break it."
"So be bold."
"Exactly."
Later that day, Booth hopped up the platform and headed towards Brennan with a big grin on his face. "We got the guy, Bones!"
"What?"
"He slipped up. He used his ex-wife's credit card at a hotel, apparently not knowing she had reported it stolen."
"You went without me?"
"Yeah, Bones, we were raiding the hotel room of dangerous drug dealer. There was a good chance that it would end in a shootout, which it did. Not exactly a place for an anthropologist"
"So you went alone" Brennan argued, her tone becoming tenser as she unsuccessfully tried to control her temper.
Booth's temper flared back and he replied a firm tone just short of shouting. "No, I took a trained FBI agent. Look I knew you would be upset, but it wasn't safe and you are not an FBI agent. I much rather have you mad at me than have something happen to you. I'm sorry if your safety is a much higher priority to me than your feelings, but feelings are fixable, gunshot wounds can be fat…"
Booth never had a chance to finish the word fatal. Brennan though to herself, be bold, and grabbed Booth by the tie. She slipped her other hand around the back of his neck and planted a passionate kiss right on his lips. Booth was in shock, he didn't kiss back, but he didn't pull away. Brennan pulled away after a few moments and looked up at Booth.
Booth, who still hadn't cooled down, responded, "What the hell was that?"
"That was me, obliterating the line, because I don't know if you've noticed, but there hasn't been one for years."
"Oh" was the only response Booth could muster up. Then reaction took over common sense and her grabbed Brennan, pushed her against the railing of the platform, and returned her passionate kiss. She responded by slipping her hands around his neck and pulling him closer. It seemed like time had stopped and the world had gone silent as they continued to express their feelings to each other through an ever deepening kiss.
Although the world hadn't gone silent, the Jeffersonian had and all work had stopped, even if time had not. Cam was the first to notice as she headed up to the platform to hand Booth the final reports. Upon seeing the display, she quickly turned to drag Angela out of her office. When Angela saw what Cam was unable to explain in her office, all she could say was, "wow, Bren, that is bold." Hodgins and Wendell were the next notice. They had been working on the other side of the platform, but decided it was awkward and exited quietly down the stairs. It couldn't have been that awkward, because they then continued to watch. Several other pairs of Jeffersonian eyes had stopped working and watched the spectacle. Even the Fed Ex guy seemed to have temporarily forgotten what he was supposed to be doing.
Booth and Brennan finally decided to come up for air. They slowly broke apart and smiled at each other. Wow was the only thought on their minds for a few moments. Then reality began to set back in and they simultaneously realized that the Jeffersonian was absolutely silent. As they turned away from each other, about two dozen eyes stared back at them. The silence was broken by Angela with an "Ow, Ow" followed by a large round of applause from the rest of the crowd. Brennan blushed and froze. Booth was equally mortified, but his protect Brennan instincts took over all other emotions. He quickly grabbed her by the hand and pulled her off the platform towards the door.
"Bones is taking her lunch," Booth called towards Cam as he headed out the door.
"Okay," Cam replied. Then after a brief pause shouted back, "the maintenance closets have security cameras!"
"But the Egyptian exhibit and limbo don't" Angela slipped in right before the glassed doors slide shut. The look Cam shot Angela was her only response.
A random Sunday about a year later
"Bones, have you seen my fedora?"
Brennan walked out of her bathroom and into her bedroom in a red dress that Booth had not seen since the case they solved in Las Vegas. "This is yours?" Brennan teased pointing to the hat she had just put on seconds before she stepped out of the bathroom. "But it looks so nice with my dress."
Booth had to agree that his hat had never looked as good as it did that moment, but he was extremely certain that it had nothing to do with the dress. "You don't have to wear anything to look nice," Booth responded.
Brennan smiled. "And if you didn't feel so strongly about that, I would have been able to get dressed a lot faster."
Booth smiled back. "You could always say no."
"I could never say no to you," Brennan replied as she placed the fedora on Booth's head and a soft kiss on his lips.
The moment was interrupted by the doorbell. Brennan quickly turned and motioned for Booth to zip up her dress. Then she hurried to the door to greet her guests. Brennan's last comment slightly eased Booth's nerves as his shaking hand slid a solitaire-diamond white gold engagement ring into his pocket and headed over to the group by the door.
"Are you two ready to salsa the night away with us?" Angela asked.
"Oh yeah," Brennan laughed knowing her best friend probably would dance the night away despite the fact she looked like a watermelon thief that hid the evidence under her purple sequence dress.
Brennan caught Booth by the hand and followed her friends and boyfriend out the door for another night on the town. It was the perfect end to a weekend she would remember forever.
The End!