Thanks for the encouraging reviews. This is the last chapter. It was written for Guest who wanted a little more.

I don't own Bones.

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Approaching Angela's office, Claire noticed Booth down the hallway. Waving at him, she smiled and called out, "Hey Seeley, I hope you're doing well."

Walking over to where she was standing, Booth smiled, "Hey Claire, I'm doing great. How about yourself?"

Reaching out and touching Booth on the arm, Claire responded, "I'm doing great. You were right, Bruce came around again and I told him what you told me to tell him, it worked like a charm. I can't believe he broke up with me and then when that bimbo he was interested in him dumped him he looked me up to see if I'd fall back into his arms. I mean the guy was starting to stalk me and I was getting scared."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth frowned, "I told you it'd work. If he gets brave and comes back around then call me and I'll take care of it. You keep your brother out of it."

Smiling, Claire squeezed Booth's arm, "I am so grateful, Seeley. Bob wanted to take care of it; but, Bruce is so much bigger than he is and I didn't want Bob to get hurt."

Noticing Brennan approaching, Booth reached up and patted Claire's hand, "Not a problem, Claire. I have to go."

Smiling, she released Booth's arm, "Hi, Dr. Brennan."

Nodding at Claire, Brennan smiled, "Hello Claire. I hope Bruce isn't causing you any more trouble."

Shaking her head, Claire answered, "Not at all, Seeley took care of it."

Glancing fondly at Booth, Brennan remarked, "Good."

Nodding his head, Booth placed his hand on the middle of Brennan's back, "Come on we've got to do that interview in 25 minutes."

Watching them leave, Claire turned to enter Angela's office only to find the artist standing in the doorway.

Curious, Angela stared at the retreating Booth and Brennan and then back at Claire, "You know Booth?"

Nodding her head, Claire handed Angela a folder, "Oh yes. We're friends."

Shaking her head, Angela asked, "And Brennan knows that?"

Smiling, Claire laughed, "Of course she does. I'm not a poacher Angela. I know Seeley and Temperance are a couple. He's just a friend. I think Dr. Brennan might be my friend too. So, here's that list of art work that belongs to Alexander Bunting. I hope it helps."

Turning to leave, Claire was stopped by Angela, "Wait, that's it? How do you know Booth? When did you two become friends? How did you become friends?"

Shaking her head, Claire placed her finger along her nose, "No, no, Angela, if you know Seeley you know he doesn't appreciate people talking about his business. I have to go."

Staring open mouthed as Claire walked away, Angela finally shook her head and entered her office.

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After Booth pulled out into traffic from the parking garage, Booth asked, "Hey, do you know who I think Claire might be interested in?"

Shaking her head, Brennan answered, "Not really."

Not deterred, Booth informed her, "I think we should introduce her to Sweets."

Shaking her head again, Brennan asked, "Why would we do that? He's dating Ms. Wick. At least I think they are dating. I believe that Ms. Wick mentioned that they're dating again."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth reached into the visor of his truck and pulled his sunglasses down. Slipping them on, he responded, "Sweets and Daisy don't really have a lot in common. Claire on the other hand would be perfect for the kid. She's really sweet and just three years older than he is. She's funny and best of all, she isn't Daisy."

Puzzled, Brennan asked, "What do you have against Ms. Wick?"

Glancing at Brennan, Booth noticed the irritated look on Brennan's face, "Never mind. Forget I mentioned it."

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Sitting in the Founding Fathers, Booth sipped his beer and kept an eye on the entrance to the bar. Sipping his cocktail, Sweets smiled, "It's been awhile since we've had drinks together."

Squinting at Sweets' drink, Booth snickered, "Yeah, what the hell are you drinking?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Sweets glanced into his glass, "It's a Brandy Daisy. It's hard to find bartenders that know how to make these."

Pursing his lips, Booth shook his head, "Yeah, I bet." Seeing Claire enter the bar, Booth stood up and waved, "Hey Claire."

Smiling, Claire walked over to the table and sat down on the seat next to Booth, "Hi, sorry I'm late. Bob is coming. He's just parking the car."

Frowning, Booth asked, "You brought Bob?"

Laughing, Claire shook her finger at Booth and glanced at Sweets, "I know what you're up to Seeley. Dr. Brennan isn't the only genius you're friends with. Bob is insurance."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth smiled and turned to Sweets, "Hey, Sweets, this is Claire Eastwood, she's a friend of mine. She works at the Jeffersonian as an art restorer and she's single."

Seeing such a lovely woman sitting next to him, Sweets smiled, "Hi, I'm Lance Sweets. It's nice to meet you. Have you and Booth been friends long? I don't remember him mentioning you before."

Shrugging her shoulders, Claire answered, "I've known him for what, three months. Are you an agent too?"

Shaking his head, Sweets replied, "I work for the FBI as a psychologist."

Nodding her head, Claire pointed at Sweets' drink, "Is that a Brandy Daisy or a sidecar?"

Impressed, Sweets turned in his chair so that he was facing Claire, "It's a Brandy Daisy. How do you know what this is? I mean not a lot of people know that."

Smiling, Claire smiled, "My father was a professional bartender and he owned his own bar. I worked for him in the summer to put myself through college. He paid my tuition but I had to work to pay for books and other things."

Smiling, Booth finished drinking his beer, stood up and placed some bills on the table, "You two kids have fun." Walking away from them, Booth grabbed the arm of the young man walking towards him. "Come on Bob, I have tickets to the game tonight. We have to hurry and go pick up Bones at the Jeffersonian if we want to make it to the game on time."

Trying to pull his arm free, Bob protested, "But, I'm supposed to hang around just in case Claire needs rescued and besides who buys three tickets to a game? You planned on me coming with Claire didn't you?"

Glancing back at the laughing pair, Booth shook his head, "No one needs rescued tonight, Bob. Let's go. Bones hates it when I'm late."

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