Ben was just going on with his day as usual. It was almost Christmas, and he was just tying up loose ends with his research.
As he passed one office in particular, he saw something that caught his interest.
The normally hard working Dr. Brennan was arguing with he partner, normal, but was hanging mistletoe and chewing furiously around her words.
Ben saw her offer the pack to Agent Booth, and he declined.
They moved close to her door and he could hear parts of the conversation.
"Caroline's feeling puckish."
"Puckish? What the hell does that mean?!"
They moved away slightly and Ben strained to hear anything.
Just then, the bustling prosecutor brushed past him.
"'Scuse me, cherie."
He was slightly startled by he speed, what with her seeming to appear out of thin air.
Ben moved a bit closer to the office in order to see the trio better.
The partners were standing fairly close under the mistletoe. Then Ms. Julian shoved Agent Booth even Closer to Dr. Brennan. Ben's eyes widened and he tilted his head to get a better view.
Dr. Brennan pulled Booth closer to her lapels, and their lips crashed together.
Ben's jaw dropped.
The kiss lasted hours, it seemed, but they eventually parted, with semi flushed cheeks and red lips, looking dazed but happy.
As Caroline walked past him, looking as shell shocked as he felt, she muttered something about steam boats and flotillas.
Jack Hodgins walked by, and clapped Ben on the shoulder, chuckling.
"Dude, you're catching flies."