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"Can someone explain to me why we had to meet Booth at his office? It's Saturday!" Hodgins stood in the lobby of the Hoover Building, next to Angela, Zack, and Brennan.

"I told you, Hodgins. Booth had to finish up with the paperwork from our last case, so we're meeting him here." Brennan flashed her visitor's badge to the guard, then walked over to the waiting elevator. "Just wait here. I'll get Booth, and we'll meet you down here." The doors closed behind her.

Hodgins turned to Angela, who had sat down on an overstuffed chair in the lobby. "What time is this little get together, anyway?"

"Not until 4:00, Jack. We have plenty of time."

Zack came over, looking lost in the huge lobby. "I'm really glad that Dr. Goodman's finally come back. He's been gone a lot longer than he originally intended."

"Yeah, he's really missed a lot." Angela patted the seat next to her. "Jack, just come sit down, okay. I'm sure they'll only be a few minutes."

"Yeah, sure." He sat down, folded his arms over his chest, and prepared to wait.

Brennan paused at the doorway to Booth's office, watching as he gathered up paperwork. Since he was not officially on duty, he was casually dressed in jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. She took a moment to admire the way he looked. She had to admit that she could definately see what women saw in him. Putting those thoughts out of her head, she stepped into the office.

Booth looked up at his partner. "Hey, Bones, I'll be ready in a minute." He paused to really look at her.

"What?"

"Nothing, Bones. You just..I mean..you look..cute."

"Cute?!" Her voice rose indignantly. "I am not 'cute'! Little girls are cute, I am not...!"

"Jeez, Bones, calm down! It's just that I've never seen you quite this..casual." Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore denim capris and a mint green t-shirt. Sandals completed the look. She looked relaxed, carefree, and totally different from the serious forensic anthropologist he was used to seeing.

"Goodman's welcome back party is a barbque. The very definition of casual!"

"Okay, okay! Point taken!" He stopped and leaned on his desk. "You know, I was actually trying to give you a compliment." She just glared at him.

Booth grabbed his keys and the file he had been working on. "Let me just drop this off to Cullen, then we can be on our way."

She turned and walked out the door. "Fine. I'll meet you at the elevator." Her voice was still stern.

Way to go, Booth! It's going to be a long night! He headed towards Cullen's office.

Brennan stood by the elevator, tapping her foot as she waited for Booth. Cute? Is that what he thinks of me? She looked down at herself. Just because she had decided to be totally comfortable for once. She shook her head. What did she care what he thought, anyway?

Booth walked up behind her, reached around and pressed the down button. "Still mad at me?"

The elevator doors opened, and she walked through, not bothering to answer.

"C'mon, Bones." He followed her onto the elevator. "I'm sorry." He smiled at her.

She crossed her arms in front of her. "Do you really think your charm smile is going to work on me?"

"Doesn't it always?" His voice was confident.

She turned away to hide a smile. Of course that smile always worked on her. It worked on every female from age 5 to 95. "Fine."

"Good. So we're fine. So anyway..."

She turned to him suddenly. "You know, 'cute' or not, I can still take you down!"

This time, it was Booth who turned away to hide his smile. "Do you want me to wave a white flag? I surrender!" "And, no you couldn't" he added, not quite under his breath.

She stared at him a moment, then, not wanting to start another argument, she chose to ignore the remark, but she vowed that someday he would pay for it.