A/N: This just popped into my head fully formed, cause we all know that everybody knows the Beatles. I have the theory that babies are born knowing the lyrics for every single Beatles song. Cause I certainly don't remember actually learning them at some point. Just knew them.

Disclaimer: Don't own the Beatles lyrics (I think that is still Michael Jackson, correct me if I am wrong) or Bones the television series that made me like David Boreanaz. Phew.

Everybody knows the Beatles.

Booth waltzed into the Jeffersonian whistling to himself. The foyer was mostly empty, the only squints about the ones he didn't know. Nothing to stop him from continuing on his path and getting to where Bones was hopefully finishing off the skeleton he had sent her the day before. She'd had more than enough to time to get some results. Granted there was no hurry, just from the state of decomp it was more than obvious that there was no hurry. Over 80 years did that.

Walking up to forensics lab, he was already opening his mouth to shout out for Brennan, when a hand slapped over his mouth and another pulled him away from the door. Only the fact that he had almost immediately recognised Angela out of the corner of his eye, stopped him from laying her out on the floor with one move.

"Sssshhhh. Quiet." She wasn't even looking at him as she said it, which was annoying.

"What?" he whispered as soon as her hand left his mouth.

"Just look." She said , pointing to where he could just see Brennan and Zack, And were they bopping between the autopsy tables?

"Are they?"

"Yup." Angela let the 'p' pop from her mouth like a lollypop.

Booth's jaw dropped. And then moved closer so he could hear as well.

"Love love me do -

You know I love you

I'll always be true"

Brennan was singing along to the lyrics and still bouncing away to the music, letting her voice rise in the chorus, only to be joined by Zack's slightly reedy singing voice.

"So plea-e-e-ease Love me Do"

Booth rubbed his eyes.

"Are they singing?"

Angela simply refused to answer a stupid question like that.

"To the Beatles?"

"Well, du'h. You're listening to them sing it aren't you?"

Booth nodded, but still couldn't believe it, sure that he was caught in some kind of alternate reality.

"Brennan and Zack, the two people who practically define the lack of pop culture knowledge. Who can't get even the slightest idiom right and usually can't tell Blur from Oasis."

Now Angela was getting annoyed and let him know it by smacking the back of his head.

"Why is this so surprising?"

"It is Brennan and Zack. That is why. This is just not right."

"God, Booth lighten up. It is the Beatles"

"So?"

"Everybody knows the Beatles, Booth." And she walked in to join Brennan and Zack in the singing.