Disclaimer: I only own my imagination. Nothing more.

Just an idea that crossed my mind.

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Booth's good taste

"Oh, common Bones!" Booth tried to convince her once more.

"Booth, how many times do I have to tell you that I don't want to go," she was seriously losing her patience.

Booth just couldn't take 'No' for an answer. He really wanted her to go with him.

He knew it wasn't an easy task but he never thought that it would be that difficult to convince her.

"Why, Bones? I'm sure you're going to love it," Booth almost pleaded.

Brennan thought for a moment, considering her options, before answering Booth's question.

When she didn't spoke, Booth finally understood.

"Oh, I get it. You don't want to go with me," he almost whispered the last word.

Brennan looked at him and saw the hurt in his eyes. She instinctively reached for his arm.

"It's not that, Booth."

The heat of her hand in his arm sent shivers throughout his body. It was amazing just how a simple touch from her could make his body react that way.

"So, if it's not that, what is it?"

Brennan could feel her cheeks starting to blush. "I… hmm… The truth is…" she paused trying to gain courage to speak, "well, the truth is that I don't have anything to wear and Angela's is out of town and I don't think that Cam could help me choosing my outfit and…"

Booth started to laugh.

Brennan couldn't really understand what was so funny.

She raised an eyebrow. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because it's funny," Booth said it between laughs, "Temperance Brennan, a world renowned forensics anthropologist, bestselling author, refusing to go with me to a party because she doesn't know what to wear? You've got to admit that it's kind of funny."

"I don't see how. I can't just go to a part with you wearing something banal and casual," Brennan said in a serious tone.

"Well, if it helps, I would prefer going with you even if you wear a lab coat than with any other woman wearing a luxurious evening dress,".

Brennan smiled.

"Thanks, Booth."

"I'm just stating the truth," he simply said.

"Still, I need to find something decent to wear. Maybe I should just call Angela and then she could give me some tips or something," she was about to pick up the phone when Booth stopped her.

"I'll help you."

"You?" Brennan was confused.

"I happen to have a great taste. Just ask my mum."

Now, it was Brennan's turn to laugh.

"What? You don't believe it?"

"Hmm, I have my doubts."

"Oh… You messed with the wrong man," he teased her; "I'll prove to you how good my taste is. Be ready at 5:00PM. We're going shopping," he informed her.

"But…" she was about to protest.

Booth raised a finger. "I don't take no for an answer this time. We're going shopping and then we're going to that party."

Brennan didn't really have a choice. "Okay Booth. But now let me work," she glanced at her watch, "I still have a lot to do."

"As long as you'll be ready by 5:00PM…"

"I will. Now, go" she motioned for the door.

"See you later, Bones," he said just before stepping out of her office.

'This is going to be interesting," Brennan thought to herself.

TBC