A/N: This is my first ever Bones fic. It is B&B, but not until a bit later in the story after some other things are sorted out. Let me know how I'm doing by leaving a review, it spurs me on to write more.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own the show, characters, or rights, only the original characters and ideas are mine, obviously.

Ballet Is FBI Related Business

Booth had been working a series of cases that turned out to be one case the past month or so that seemed to have gotten to Bones. She was staying in the lab more and almost ignoring Booth. The last time things were like this it was because Zack had left the museum for Iraq. He had come back and she had told him that she was mad at him for letting Zack go. Things went back to normal after that. Zack was gone again, but it had been a few months and she hadn't acted any different in those first few weeks. Booth didn't know what else it could be other than the case. If it was him, she would most likely say so, if it was her, she would have definitely said so.

The case had ten bodies already, four pregnant women and six exotic dancers. At first it seemed that the cases had nothing to do with each other. Then, as more bodies were found, each more recent, Hodgins found the same particulates on each body. They traced it back to a very large and well known OB/GYN clinic. The only problem was that they had no other evidence yet. There were six doctors there and many more staff members with the opportunity and medical knowledge. Booth had requested that he be able to work undercover and his request had been approved. He knew just who he was going to get to help him.

He just wished that he could get Bones to help with this. He felt strange going out without her. He didn't want to admit it, but he was lonely. He finally just decided that he wasn't going to take no on this one. He called her office phone, trying to catch her off guard, and it worked.

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Brennan hadn't been meaning to make Booth feel bad, but she knew she had. She was going through some things and trying to figure out how to deal with them. There was also the case they were all working on. It was an especially disturbing one, particularly to her right now. She didn't know what to do with herself, let alone how to talk to him or anyone else about this. She finally realized her phone was ringing after about the third ring and picked it up.

"Brennan."

"Well, well, well. What took you so long?"

"I was thinking."

"Bones, I was kidding. Look, I'm bringing in someone to help on this case. I think she would be really helpful. I'm going to go ask her tonight and I was hoping that you would want to go with me."

Brennan knew that he knew something was wrong and he just wanted to help. If only he had known what he'd already done. She missed working with him, but she just didn't know what she might say around him.

"I don't know Booth."

"Come on Bones, I have to go to a ballet to see her."

"What ballet?" she asked, just as Angela came in.

"I don't know Bones, it's a ballet. It's at the Kennedy Center."

"Le Corsaire?"

"Le Corsaire?" stated Angela.

"Yeah, that's it. So will you go with me, keep me awake, or at least wake me up when the lights go back on?"

"Can Angela and Hodgins come?"

"Bones, I don't know, I'd have to get two more tickets."

"Well, call me when you know."

"Wait, fine, I'll pick you up at seven. Tell Angela and Hodgins to meet us at the entrance at seven thirty." he said hanging up.

"Do you want to go to a ballet?" asked Brennan hanging the phone up and looking at Angela.

"Are you kidding? I could kiss you!"

"You and Hodgins need to meet us at seven thirty at the entrance of the Kennedy Center."

Angela jumped up, running around Brennan's desk and hugged her shoulders before running out the door.

"Thanks!" she yelled behind her.

"No, thank you."

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Brennan was standing in front of her mirror inspecting her image. She had been standing there for nearly ten minutes staring at her herself assessing if anyone would be able to tell or not. Before she had a chance to talk herself out of this dress there was a knock on her door. It startled her out of her concentration and she went to answer it. Booth stood there looking quite handsome in a tuxedo as he looked her up and down.

"You look great!"

"You look quite nice as well. I just need my bag."

Brennan went to get her bag and stole one more glance in the mirror. She could tell, but she figured no one would be able to. This took a lot of pressure off of her and she smiled as turned around.

"What."

"Nothing."

"I haven't seen you smile in while Bones."

"I'm just excited about this ballet."

"Oh, well, I'm glad for you. Hey, maybe I'll get a good nap in."

"Booth." she said, locking her door.

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They met Angela and Hodgins just outside the doors and went in. Booth handed a young man their tickets and he took them to their seats. They actually weren't that bad. They were handed programs as they sat down and they flipped through them.

"So, which one is she?" asked Angela, looking in the booklet.

"Oh, on the cover."

"What?" the other three said in unison.

"Delaney."

"Featuring Kieran Quinn Delaney as Medora." read Hodgins.

"You're friend is a lead in the ballet and you just forgot to mention this?"

"She's not my friend, not exactly anyway."

"Well how do you know her?"

"I just…do, alright." he said as the lights started to dim.

"Oh, it's starting, sorry!"

"You know I'm not going to let this go." said Angela, sitting back.

Booth just sighed and rolled his eyes as the ballet began.

Here is a little preview of chapter two:

Booth only fell asleep twice, so he didn't do too badly. As the crowd of people began to exit the auditorium Booth and Brennan started for the back of the stage. Not before Angela caught his arm and made him promise to give the dirt on Kieran at another time. She also thanked him for getting the tickets and 'inviting' her and Hodgins. So after all the niceties were over with, it was back to business, something he was much better at.

He and Brennan made their way backstage using his badge to get past security. He had to ask around to find where Kieran's dressing room was stationed, but after about ten minutes of walking around they found the little hall. As they were walking up to the one door in the middle they heard a soft scream. Booth quickly drew his gun and stood to the side of the door.

"Booth, I don't -"

"FBI, I'm coming in!" Booth yelled, kicking the door in and stepping in, gun drawn and scanning the room.

It was a few seconds before a head popped up from behind the bar and then a pair of handcuffed arms were visible around a faucet. The head belonged to Kieran and the arms were a mans, the handcuffs were black and fuzzy. Her hair was mussed and she was flushed, and there wasn't any clothes visible from her neck to where the bar began just below where her cleavage began.