Rays of gold danced on their faces through the window. Doors in the hallways creaked open and closed along with clanging of food trays. Suddenly, there was a knock on the hotel door that caused Brannan to jump up, leaving her partner asleep next to her. She didn't move, but her heart exploded in her chest and she was breathing fast.

"Oh, my God," she gasped. Her eyes turned to stare at Booth who was still sound asleep next her. She stumbled out of the bed and rummaged through the mess of clothes on the floor in an attempt to find something comfortable, no matter whose is was. Within less than a minute she was dressed in Booth's boxers and his white tank-top.

"Ohhh," she moaned and rubbed her temple, finally realizing the headache. She headed toward the bathroom to vomit and throw down an Aspirin.

Booth rolled over and didn't recognize that he was on the edge of the bed.

"Ooph!" he murmured as he fell over. "Bones?" He whispered. His headache was more obvious than Brennan's was at first. What the hell happened? He thought. Noticing the pile of clothes on the floor, he stood up and looked for the ones he wore last. Where are they? Knowing that Brennan would see him soon, he squeezed into her red dress, ripping it slightly. It's better to be wearing something, rather than nothing when Bones comes in, Booth thought.

"Bones, you in there?" he banged his fist on the bathroom door. "I need to, uh," he couldn't even finish his sentence before cupping his hand to his mouth and swallowing. "Shit." The door opened and there she stood.

"Where is the Aspirin?" Bones asked. "I have a headache."

"Of course you do, you have a hangover," Booth told her as if she was 5 years old. Complete silence filled the room as they stared at each other in each other's clothes from the night before.

"What the hell happened last night?" Booth broke the silence. And then she saw it.

"I don't know, but look," Bones pointed at something shining in her eyes. She reached for the nightstand but wound up falling over.

"You okay?" Booth winced as he helped her up with his headache.

"Yes, I'm fine." Brennan said grabbing what was on the counter and holding it up. They both stared at it in disbelief.

"Maybe it's not ours," Bones said as rationally as she could. Once again, silence poured through the room and the glimmer of the diamond ring in Brennan's hand shimmered. "Help me find the other so we can see if they're a match."

She ran around the room searching for the rings partner, like it was a piece of evidence in a murder case. Booth stood still, trying not to freak out. "Holy shit."

"Are you going to help me find the other ring, or stand there and not compartmentalize anything?" Bones yelled. She was obviously awake and aware of the world around her.

"Maybe we should call Sweets," he made an attempt to compartmentalize, while smoothing the silky dress.

"What use is that going to do, Booth?"

"Jeez, I don't know!" he threw his hands in the air and something flung off his finger. "Aw, crap!" And there it was: the other ring. Booth held a ring, as did Brennan. Suddenly, Brennan's cell phone started ringing.

"Brennan," she answered.

"M- m-maybe we can just, ya know, get an annulment!" Booth shouted in the background.

"Shut up!" Bones shouted back. "Sorry, Ange, that was, um- " Booth's eyes widened at Angela's name. "Oh, great! Perfect! Now Angela knows!" He collapsed on the bed with his hands over his face.

"Hold on, can I call you back? What- no. Ange, we're fine. Nothing happened," she threw her phone at Booth and sat on the edge of the bed. "I hung up."

"Good," Booth sighed. "So w-w-what are we going to do?" His soft brown eyes met her deep crystal ones. "We're married now."

"I am aware of that, Booth," the tension between the two grew as Brennan began to fold the clothes on the floor. "We should get it annulled. After all, we were not of sound mind. I can't even remember anything." Just as Booth was about to say something, his phone rang. He flipped it open and hit the 'ignore' key and threw it across the room. To add to the sound, the alarm clock went off.

"Oh, God. Our flight leaves in a half hour back to D.C." he hurried around the room gathering his things. "Let's just-" a sigh "-wait until we get back home, okay?"

"Alright," said his newlywed. "We'll wait."