Chapter - One

March – the month of dwindling winter, basketball, and Saint Patrick's Day. Today was March 17th, and Dr. Temperance Brennan was hunched over the remains of a 15,000 year old female, who had well developed fetal remains within her pelvis. There was a flash of movement in the corner of her eye, which caught her attention. She glanced up to see her best friend standing at the end of the platform staring menacingly at her while tapping her foot. Angela Montenegro was dressed from head to toe in flamboyant green, and held a mysterious green drink in her hand. Brennan stared back at her friend mildly confused.

"Angela, what are you drinking?"

"Brennan, you've been staring at those bones all day. It's Saint Patrick's Day! We should be out getting drunk, and kissing hot Irish men. Not staring at thousand year old bones!"

"Ang! This woman might have had a family. People who loved her! She deserves to be identified."

"Sweetie, 15,000 years old! I'm sure she can wait one more night. You, me, Cam, and Daisy are going out for a Girls Night Out tonight. I know this really cute little old Irish pub – we're going to go and have a good time. With other living people."

"But…"

"No buts. That's what we're doing. We'll meet here at six, so be ready." Angela shot Brennan a look that said Don't-Argue-With-Me-Because-I-Will-Win! Brennan sighed, and lowered her eyes in defeat. Smiling in satisfaction, Angela turned on her heel, and march out of the room, into the hall where she walked into a solid object and bounce off.

"Whoa Ang, easy there." The mass said. Angela looked up to meet warm, melt in your mouth chocolate eyes looking at her in concern. "You okay?"

"Hey Booth. I'm fine, sorry about that. I just finished 'informing' Brennan she was coming on a Girls Night Out with me." Angela said, making small talk.

"Really?"

"Agent Booth," a third, younger voice interrupted their conversation. They looked up to see Sweets making his way over to them Hodgins close behind.

"Yeah what do you want Sweets?" Booth asked, letting the impatience he felt around the young psychiatrist seep into his voice.

"We were wondering if you had any plans tonight."

"Why, you asking me on a date or something?"

"Yeah," Hodgins jumped in. Three sets of eyes turned to him in disbelief. "What?"

"What they're trying to say is – they want to have an all guys get together for Saint Patrick's Day. I told Hodgins I was planning a Girls Night, so he though he would start a Guys Night."

"Oh. Well okay, why not?" Booth shrugged.

"Great! We'll meet at my station at 6."

Booth continued on hi way to where Brennan was working. When he arrived, she was already back at work, tape recording notes about the remains. Booth stopped at the doorway, and leaned against it casually, listening to her. He couldn't understand what she was saying; he usually didn't in situations like these. He simply liked to listen to her voice, and watch the way her body fluently moved through the examination. She was so comfortable with her job. Most people felt sick thinking about the work she did, but she loved it; she loved giving identities to people who had been robbed of them by time.

Brennan shuddered slightly as the familiar feeling of being watched washed over her. She paused mid-sentence to turn and confront whom ever it was who dared interrupt her work.

"Booth!" she involuntarily gasped in surprise as a slight jolt of electricity ran down her spine when their eyes meet.

"Hey. Bones!" Booth stood and walked over to her. "I got a file for you. The results on the flooded graveyard people you identified." Brennan reached out and quickly took the file, retreating further away from him as she scanned it.

"Thank you." She murmured, placing the folder to the side to return to her work.

"Sure thing. So I heard you were going to 'Girls Night Out'" Booth made little air quotes around Girls Night.

"Yes. Angela says we should drink copious amounts of alcohol and kiss men of Irish decent." Brennan commented lightly. "I don't really know why though."

Booth stared at her, unsure of if he should laugh and explain, or just laugh and leave it be. The answer came in the phone of a cell phone ring.

"Yeah, Booth." Booth answered curtly. "I gotta go Bones. See you later." Booth waved and ran out of the room.