" I don't think I should go." Brennan said very matter-of-factly as if she knew she was right. Booth's nose cringed slightly at her smoothness.

With a scoff, he replied, "It's just a simple cocktail party for the FBI, Bones. I'd figure you'd love going to something like this. You went to that party with Jared." He pointed out, hoping for surrender.

"Yeah but he was just trying to impress me by means of asking me out on a lavish date. Besides, you know how I am with people."

Sweets interjected with a wry smile, "So you'd rather go out with a guy that has multiple DUI's rather than go with a responsible adult like Booth?"

Brennan shook her head. What was Sweets trying to prove? "No but I just think it would be weird. Booth and I work together. We're friends. It'll feel strange to be going to a party together."

Booth nodded, "Yeah, we're friends but why shouldn't we just go as that? That wouldn't be weird."

"But anthropologically speaking when a…" Brennan started but Booth cut her off instantly.

"K, I don't really want to argue about it if you're gonna spout off anthropology."

Brennan shrugged, "And I don't want to argue about psychology."

Sweets shook his head, "I really don't mean to pick sides but I kinda agree." Sweets received a glare from Brennan but he continued, "It's just a simple gathering. You don't need to look at it any more than an offer from a friend."

Booth nodded as he exchanged an excited glance from Sweets then frowned as soon as he met the troubled glance from Brennan, "Bones, you know it's not gonna be the worst thing that's happened in your life. I'm sure a party won't be the death of you. Can't you just brave it out?"

Brennan's mind pooled with confusion and unease. Should she go with Booth to the dinner? What if he asks her to dance? Well they'd danced before, it wouldn't be that bad. Then before she could answer Booth's phone began to chime the very familiar "murder ring" and the two exchanged knowing glances before heading out the door leaving Sweets sitting alone as usual.

Sweets chuckled in awe at the familiar scene, "There's nothing like déjà vu to make you smile."

"How long has that uh…corpse been submerged in the ocean Bones?" Booth asked a little queasy at the distorted face of a murder victim.

Brennan looked intensely at the remains as if trying to connect with it in some way, "Well, by the look of deterioration, I'd say about two years."

"Age?"

Brennan nodded, "I'd estimate she was around eighteen to twenty years old."

Booth cringed. The girl was so young. She probably hadn't even experienced much of life, "A teenager?" He asked as his voice cracked with desperation.

"Yes." Brennan said matter-of-factly as she studied the bones more thoroughly. She stopped at the ankle and examined it closely. "There's fracturing on the end of the right fibula maybe by cause of falling off the cliff or running and tripping on a rock."

"What if the murderer tied an anchor to her leg to keep her at the bottom of the ocean?" Booth chimed in.

Brennan shrugged, "It's possible. I'll need these brought back to the Jeffersonian for further analysis."

Booth nodded, "So are we looking at a murder or an accident?"

Brennan shook her head, "I'll have no clue until we figure out the right evidence."

Booth smiled, "All right then. To the squint zone!"