A/N: I saw another very talented writer here at FF (though for the life of me, I can't remember who…) use a random sentence generator to come up with inspiration for one-shots. And they were awesome. So, I wrote this one over the summer using a generator when I was wishing Brennan would start kicking ass a little bit more (which thankfully… she did in the season 6 premiere).

Season 6 spoilers (the kind you already know about if you saw the S6 premiere) lie ahead… you've been warned. And Booth has this coming, in my most humble opinion. *snickers*

Thanks as always to wwinger32 for being my Bones cohort and proofreader. :D

Randomly Generated Sentence Inspiration: Asymmetry makes questions rattle.

"Hey ya Bones, I need to get the rest of that… whoa."

If eyes could actually pop out of one's head, Seeley Booth would be a blind man. He's never not noticed just how much of a perfect goddess his partner is, but standing before him was a woman who should simply be illegal. Wearing a dress that shouldn't exist, if for no other reason than it barely resembled a dress. It sported an asymmetrical neck line, with slits of fabric appearing every few inches over her torso and only a hand-width's worth of fabric making it down her thighs. Her legs were bare until his eyes reached the three-inch stiletto heels she was wearing. Certainly there was something he could do, some string he could pull to have her arrested and locked up in a cell, preferably at a woman's prison, for looking like that. Because no one should ever get to look at his partner in that dress.

"You came for this, right?" Bones looked at him, holding a folder out to him, confused by his dazed expression. "Booth?"

"Whaa, I, uh… huh?" were the only sounds Booth could manage to make under this kind of duress.

"Booth, you need to get this paperwork done and soon. Caroline needs it first thing tomorrow morning. I've done everything I can with it, so it really just requires a few statements and signatures for your part. Should be easy enough to complete tonight if you get started on it right away." Booth continued his speechless daze. Brennan reached out for his hand, and placed the folder in his palm, closing his fingers around it. Then she turned to walk back to her desk.

"Holy mother of God!" Booth cried, as he saw that the back of the dress had no fabric to speak of. That would be the FBI agent's last coherent sentence for the day.

Brennan looked at him with concern. "Booth, what's the matter?" An exasperated gasp exited his mouth as he returned her look with disbelief.

"Sweetie, are you ready to… Oh, hey Booth," Angela greeted him, strolling into her office, wearing a dress and heels that were tame compared to Brennan's barely-there attire. As he desperately tried to return his jaw to its usual position, Angela smirked, noticing his look of disbelief and Brennan's look of confusion. Turning to her best friend, she said "Bren, that dress looks fabulous on you. I only wish I could still make use of it, but it's one of the many compromises I've had to make in my marriage." She looked at Booth and grinned. "Hodgins made me swear I'd never leave the house wearing that dress again, in exchange for, well, something I wanted pretty badly. Though, I am allowed to wear it in the house."

"You." Booth's one-word statement, which he squeaked out, was a clear accusation that Angela was proud to be blamed for.

"Thanks Ange. It's a little snug, but it'll do for our plans tonight." Booth grunted, still lacking the ability to think, much less complete a sentence. "Though, I don't know about dancing in it, seeing as I can't really seem to bend in any direction without the skirt shifting positions." This time, he let out a long groan as if someone had sucker punched him.

"Booth, are you okay?" Brennan queried. While Angela immediately knew why Booth was speechless, Brennan looked at him, puzzled as to why he hadn't moved an inch since arriving at her office. "Booth?" she said a little more forcefully.

"Uh, you can't, I mean, you and you and that, you can't…" he muttered, his brain officially melted in to jelly.

While Angela was enjoying his embarrassing lack of coherent thought, she decided to extricate Brennan before he formed new brain cells and started a fight with her about the dress.

"Come on Bren, we're going to be late if we don't leave now."

"Let me grab my bag…" she said as she strategically bent over to grab it from under her desk. Angela snorted as Booth whimpered. 'Stare and weep, bucko,' she thought gleefully.

"Ready," Brennan said as she walked toward Angela. "Booth, you really need to get to work on that report. Caroline insisted upon it." Ever so slightly, the corners of her mouth twitched as she tried to hold back a grin. "Sorry if it ruins any of your Friday night plans. See you next week, Booth," she said, walking away with Angela.

Once outside the door, both women broke into smiles. "Sweetie, that was brilliant, and have I told you lately how much I love the evil genius in you."

"Ange, we're merely dressed up on a Friday night. I hardly think that constituted the title of evil genius."

"No, sweetie, the evil genius applies to the part of this scenario where you managed to ruin any of Booth's plans with that hideous woman he's been dating, and get him to your office to make him drool incoherently over you in that dress."

"She's not hideous, Ange," Brennan stated, cringing at her own honesty. "And, he's interrupted plenty of my dates before. In fact, I can't remember the last time I went on a date, and Booth didn't find a way to intrude."

"And the fact that he's been dating other people while you've realized that you're in…"

"Don't say it Ange," she said with a warning tone.

Angela just smirked. "So, what are we actually doing tonight?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure as hell not wearing this dress anywhere. I've never been so thankful to park in a parking garage."

"You do look gorgeous in that dress, Bren. Perhaps you should take it out for a spin?"

Brennan smirked. "I think the dress has served its purpose."

"One day, you crazy kids are going to be on the same page, and I'll be able to rest peacefully at night knowing my best friend is happy." Brennan just smiled at her, but Angela noted sadly how she forced it. She may know she's in love with her partner, and he may have spent the past year away from her, moving on, but Angela hadn't lost hope. And due to Brennan's rediscovered ability to leave the man speechless, she hoped that her friend had new hope that everything does happen eventually.

"I guess it was a lucky coincidence that Caroline suddenly needed that paperwork done tonight."

Brennan snickered. "What?" Angela asked.

"That paperwork isn't due for another two weeks, at least."

"But I thought Caroline called him to demand that she receive the completed case file right away."

"She did." Brennan said as she broke out an ear-to-ear grin.

"You got Caroline Julian in on your plan to torture Booth?" Angela stopped to hug her best friend. "How did you manage to get her to play along with your scheme?"

Brennan shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "I learned long ago that Caroline has a puckish side that cannot be denied."

A/N: I wrote this long before the season six premiere, but the Brennan/Caroline team I envisioned here is certainly suiting after last night's episode. :D. Penny for your reviews?