Booth sauntered into the Medico-Legal lab of the Jeffersonian Institute looking, as usual, like a movie star. His hair was gelled perfectly, his suit nicely pressed, his coat collar popped and his hands in his pockets, showing off his easily recognizable cocky belt buckle. He swished his magic little card and swaggered onto the lab platform and up to Bones. "Good morning Bones" he grinned at her.
"Good morning Booth. What has you in such a good mood? I thought you hated Mondays."
"Well Bones, generally I do. But I've got a good feeling about this week and" he said, hopping up onto an exam table, "we have a case."
Hodgins strolled onto the platform and said "You may not want to sit there. We just cleared a decomposing body off of that particular exam table..."
Booth slid down quickly, wiping off his suit, but grin still intact."Can't ruin it for me because this is going to be a good week."
Bones looked up at her oddly optimistic partner. "It's Monday morning and we have to go examine a putrefying body at a crime scene to determine who gruesomely murdered him or her. Why are you so happy?"
"Stop trying to bring my good mood down Bones! Just go with me on this one. Now come on, chop chop, we've got a crime scene to get to. And it's at the beach, so this day just keeps getting better" Booth explained as he lead Bones to her office to get her things.
It took a good while to examine the body - male, late 30s, early 40s, caucasian, cause of death appeared to be a gunshot wound to the head - and then get it and all of the evidence loaded up and sent back to the Jeffersonian. As they headed back to the Jeffersonian to drop Brennan off, Booth asked "So Bones, you got any plans for tonight?"
"Nothing special, just working on this case. Why? Shouldn't you also be working on it?" She asked, somewhat suspicious.
"Well, there's this new swanky new restaurant I heard about across town and I wanted to go check it out. Would you like to come?" He asked.
"Booth, I really think we should be focusing on this case. We don't even have an ID on the victim yet. It's hardly time for a celebratory dinner."
"Awww come on Bones, live a little! Do we have to solve a case in order for us to go to dinner? Don't you ever just want to go out and have some fun? Work off the stress of chasing murderers and examining dead people all day?"
"I don't know Booth..."
"Bones you need to learn to have a little fun sometimes" Booth said exasperatedly.
"This is hardly a matter of my 'learning to have a little fun' Booth. I have lots of fun. Examining this body is going to be fun. Reading books and listening to music and writing my books are all fun. And none of these activities force me to neglect my job in order to participate in them" Bones stated, glancing out her window.
"Gosh Bones, listening to you talk about these 'fun' things you do is already a drag. Come on, let me show you what a fun, spontaneous night is really all about." Bones rolled her eyes. Booth tried again, "Look, I'll make you a deal. If we get an ID on this guy by the end of the day, will you come out to this restaurant with me?"
Brennan thought for a moment. "Alright, that's a reasonable compromise. I won't feel as though I'm shirking my responsibilities too much if I have already IDed the body. Amd we can always discuss the case more thoroughly over dinner. That sounds like it would be a reasonably fun evening" Bones agreed with a slight smile, looking over at Booth to see if he was satisfied, but it was his turn to roll his eyes.
"See, now we're talking. Just you and me, Bones and Booth, a night on the town..."
"Well, if we identify the body in time," Bones reminded him.
"Yeah sure, you guys are the best of the best, you'll do it. That's why you're squints. Just be thinking about what you're going to wear tonight because I know I am going to be looking sharp" Booth asserted, smirking to himself. Breannan just rolled her eyes and looked through her notes.
Later that afternoon, Booth was in his office glancing through his notes when his phone went off. "Booth" he said, knowing it would be Bones.
"We have confirmed that cause of death was the gunshot wound to the head and we recovered a bullet. Also, the tox screen reports that he was exceptionally intoxicated at the time of death"
"That's great Bones, maybe we can get a match for the weapon and get ourselves a little closer to whoever took advantage of the poor drunk and shot him when he couldn't defend himself."
"We don't know that he couldn't defend himself Booth," Brennan interjected.
"Yeah whatever Bones. Anyway, so...?"
"So what?"
"So, did you identify the guy?" Booth said, knowing she was avoiding the answer.
"Well, as a matter of fact we did" Brennan said, rolling her eyes. She could hear him silently grinning on the other end. "We just got confirmation through dentals a few minutes ago. His name was Christopher Quill. He was reported missing yesterday by his mother, Jacqueline Quill. She said she stopped by his place to check on him and noticed he was gone and grew worried when she couldn't get ahold of him."
"Attagirl Bones! See, I knew you guys would come through. Send the report over and I'll see what I can get started. And I'll pick you up at your apartment at 7:30"
Booth showed up right at 7:30. Brennan opened the door and Booth hid his awe behind a startled chuckle. "Well hello there Roxie," Booth grinned. "I can't believe you kept that dress!" Because Brennan was wearing none other than the sexy little black dress that Booth had picked out for her when they went undercover in Las Vegas. He could barely handle the sight again. She was irresistable.
"Well, you said we were going to have fun tonight and I had fun in this dress last time. Maybe it's my lucky amulet"
"Charm Bones. It's lucky charm. Now come on, I heard this place fills up fast" Booth said, heading towards the elevator. Then, as if he remembered something, he turned and said "You look great Bones. I did always like that dress."
Brennan smiled at the flattery. "You look very nice tonight also Booth."
"Yeah, I know" he said, brushing a hand over his hair. Brennan rolled her eyes and they both laughed as they stepped onto the elevator. It was going to be an interesting night.