I told myself I wouldn't start another story for awhile. I was happy I didn't have any idea about it. That was till I watched the sneak peeks for The Couple in The Cave and saw that scene of Hannah telling Brennan they should go on a girls' night out. And… seems like I miss seeing my mail box full so much now that my other story is over. So, here I am. I should be studying for a freaking test I have tomorrow and I know nothing about, but I had to write this or I couldn't concentrate.

It would be a one-shot at first, but it was getting pretty long and the ideas coming, so I guess it will be a short story. I mean, that if you demonstrate interest in reading it.

As most of you already know, English is not my first language so I apologize if you stumble in some grammar mistake or typo – you will (I don't work well with betas because I change my mind about the story and edit things all the time, so, I prefer to get the blame for all the mistakes). You can point them out for me in reviews or private messages, it really helps me correcting them.

Disclaimer: You already know this, don't you? Will you really make me speak that out again and make me miserable? Fine… fine… I don't own Bones.

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The loud music hit Brennan's ear as she entered the nightclub. The place was very crowded, as it was expected to be on a Friday night. While she looked for her companion for the evening, she realized it had been a long time since she went out just to have fun, dance and drink. Now that she started thinking about it, it hit her that the last time she was in a nightclub probably was that day almost six years before when Angela dragged her to that new club and they found a dead man on the wall.

She'd been trying to postpone this event for so long, but when Hannah showed up on her office that afternoon saying Booth would have to spend the night at the FBI and guaranteed her Brennan wouldn't be working, she didn't have an excuse to drop the invitation.

So, there she was.

Brennan noticed a couple of men eyeing her up and down as she walked, even though she was still wearing her trench coat. She raised her brow at them. They couldn't be more than twenty-five-years-old.

"Temperance! Over here!" Hannah shouted, waving her hands to make it easier to be spotted. She was sitting on a bench in the bar, her hair shiny and flawless as always. Hannah was nice. Actually, she was very nice. Maybe way too nice. Booth seemed happy and comfortable around her and Brennan was happy for him. But she couldn't help feeling her heart being ripped every time she saw the two of them together. Or every time Booth left her alone at the Founding Fathers to have dinner with his lovely girlfriend somewhere else. They would usually ask her to join them, but she never accepted. First, because she knew they were doing that just out of courtesy. Second, the last thing she wanted was be the third wheel in their dinner and third, she really wasn't willing to see the two of them going all lovey-dovey in the table. The best it would do was make her lose her appetite.

The truth was that things changed a lot between them since they came back from Afghanistan and Indonesia. Somehow, she and Booth didn't seem to be as comfortable around each other as they used to be. And rarely Booth would talk to her about something other than work. But she understood that. Now he had Hannah and their relationship was serious. The woman had even moved to his apartment.

Brennan had lost weight in the past couple of months, she didn't feel hungry anymore and Booth wasn't there bothering her all the time and making her eat, nor was he bringing pizza in the middle of the night to the Jeffersonian just to make sure there was something on her stomach. Much less showing up at her door with a takeout bag of thai food. He had someone else to care about now.

Her heart sank at the thought. She missed her best friend. She missed him more than she could handle or admit even to herself.

But he was happy. And she should be happy for him. She should make everything she could to get along well with the woman who made him happy.

The woman she wasn't capable to be.

Or the woman she was too coward to be.

"Hi, Hannah." She managed to smile as she walked between two girls dancing very inappropriately to reach the blonde woman. She tried to get Angela to come with her, but now with her friend married and pregnant, it would be very complicated and Hodgins probably wouldn't endorse the idea. Not that Angela acted upon what other peoples "let" her to do or not, but the last thing Brennan wanted was to cause trouble between her friends. "This place is quite crowded."

"It's Friday night." Hannah smiled, as adorable as she always was. Brennan wondered if the woman ever got in a bad mood. "I'm so glad we were finally able to go out! I've wanted to come here since I came to DC. My colleagues in the Post told me this is the best nightclub in the city."

"It seems very nice, yes. It's vivacious and the music is very stimulating." Brennan sat on the bench Hannah reserved for her. "It's been quite some time since I've been in a nightclub. Last time I went to one with Angela, I got into a fight and we found a dead man hidden on the wall."

"You got on a fight and found a dead man?" Hannah's brows furrowed.

"Yes. And we ended up inhaling crystal meth in the process. Not that it compromised my intelligence; I was still able to identify the remains. In fact, it was even helpful to keep us awake in the middle of the night and work on the case. Although, when the effect of the drug was gone, I felt dreadful." Brennan accepted the marguerita the barman handed her. Alcohol wouldn't be bad to start the night. It was the first time she was alone with Hannah.

"Well, let's hope nothing like that will happen today." Hannah smiled. What else was she supposed to say about that? She still wasn't sure how she should act around Dr. Brennan. That woman certainly a very unique person. "Why are you still wearing your coat? It's very hot in here."

"That's true." Brennan took a huge gulp of her drink and started taking off her coat. She was wearing jeans and a low-cut neckline black shirt with black high-heels. She didn't have much time to get dressed up after she left the lab, but she managed to go home and at least put some makeup on her face. Modesty apart, she was looking very nice. "Oh, I love that song!" She commented when Knock you Down started playing and put down her now empty glass on the counter. "Ne-Yo is one of my favorite contemporaneous singer-songwriters."

"You know who Ne-Yo is?" Hannah let out a surprised laugh. "That's surprising, Seeley told me you are completely oblivious when it comes to popular culture. I mean, he told me you didn't know who Michael Jackson was."

Brennan felt her body burning inside and she was pretty sure it wasn't because of the effect of the marguerita. So Booth was telling intimate things that happened between them to Hannah? Mr. What goes on between us is ours? She clenched her fist. And she surely didn't enjoy the thought of Booth talking about her flaws with other people.

"I'm very fascinated by the music industry, the production and its influence in the society as a whole. And of course I know who Michael Jackson was. I was just being humorous one day with Booth because he said he could see patterns of the cheese in our pizza that reminded him of Mr. Jackson. He started to imitate him and I thought it would be entertaining to keep watching him dancing." She explained more bitterly than she intended. "But I thought he knew I was being facetious. He knows I have quite a collection of CDS, which contains a big diversity of styles."

"Oh." Hannah didn't know what to say, pretty sure she'd already said something she shouldn't. "So, let's go dance?" She added, eager to change the subjected.

"Sure."

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They managed to get to the middle of the dance floor and Brennan started feeling the alcohol's effect in her body after taking a shot of tequila before hitting the crowd. A handsome guy was flirting blatantly with her while she danced to Stereo Love and she felt better than she did in a long time. It'd been almost a year since she spent a night with a man. Stupid Booth and his whole speech of "crap sex X making love". Maybe she would put an end to her celibacy that night. After all, it wasn't that bad of an idea to come with Hannah to the night club. She was having fun.

"I'll go to the bar to get more tequila." She told Hannah when the music switched to a lyric-less song.

Hannah, not willing to stay in the middle of the dance floor alone, followed the anthropologist. It was a bit weird seeing her boyfriend's partner being so outgoing. Temperance Brennan was usually very cold and serious.

"Seeley told me he would meet us here when he left the office." She said once they got to the bar again.

"It's amusing to see you calling him Seeley." Brennan chuckled.

"Why? That's his name." Hannah didn't get the humor in that.

"Booth doesn't like being called Seeley." Brennan commented. "Two tequilas, please." She told the barman.

"What do you mean he doesn't like being called Seeley?"

"Well, if he didn't tell you, I won't be the one to do it. I don't think Booth would appreciate if I shared with you things he told me in private." Brennan licked the salt in her hand and downed her tequila shot, swallowing all the liquid in one gulp and biting the lemon after. "This is good. Reminds me of the first time Booth and I went out to have some drinks, right back on our first case."

"I thought things didn't go well between you two during your first case, at least that was what Seeley told me. He said you didn't see each other for one year after it was over."

"Thirteen months less a week, yes." She corrected her. "He got me arrested at the airport when I was coming back from a dig in Guatemala to obligate me to talk to him, because I refused to have any conversation with him." Brennan started preparing her second shot of tequila in a row.

"Temperance, maybe you should slow down with the liquor…" Hannah's eyes went from the already tipsy woman in front of her to the little glass on her hand.

"I'm fiiiine." She waved her hand and downed the shot, not even bothering to lick the salt this time. Hannah winced. "I was quite mad at him, because he got me drunk to fire me and then try to have sex with me."

"What?" Hannah almost choked with her water – someone had to stay sober and it was quite obvious she would have to be that person given the circumstances. "Seeley tried to have sex with you?"

"Yes… well…" She placed her elbow on the counter and rested her head on her hand thoughtfully. "I think I was the one who brought up the subject of sex first, but I was also the one who came to my reason before we went that further. Although, he was the one who kissed me and started with the non-sense talk about we going somewhere, wherever this place was. Probably something that his guts told him. Booth always believes in his guts." She said in a low, relaxed tone.

"You guys kissed?" Hannah seemed surprised. Booth never told her that! She knew his partner was a very important person in his life, but she always thought he saw "Bones" as his little sister.

"Yes." She nodded and noticed Hannah's worried face. "But you don't have to be concerned; things always go pretty bad anytime we kiss." Brennan sighed sadly. "Besides, Booth is a huge defender of a monogamous relationship, he would never betrayal you."

"So… you kissed more than once?" Hannah asked very slowly. Hopefully Dr. Brennan wouldn't remember that conversation the next day. She was pretty sure the anthropologist wouldn't be so open if she was sober.

"Yeah." She sighed again. "Three times." A silly smile came to her face as she remembered the taste of his lips on hers. Booth was a very skilled kisser. "Well, one of them was just because Caroline, the prosecutor who usually help us on the cases, blackmailed us into kissing under the mistletoe so my father could have his Christmas. But there was definitely tongue contact on that one." She pointed out. "Differently from the last one, which, like the first one, ended up keeping us apart for quite some time." She frowned remembering that horrible night outside the Hoover's building the year before.

Hannah didn't know what to say, so, she kept quiet.

"I find I would like to go back to the dance floor. There was a guy with broad shoulders and quite symmetrical features who was showing interest in dancing with me." Brennan hopped out of the bench and stumbled while walking back to the disco.

Hannah dropped her head on her hands and exhaled slowly. What was she thinking when she asked Seeley's awkward partner for a girls' night out? She was way past the phase of taking care of her drunken friends. And Temperance wasn't even her friend. They barely knew each other.

Oh Crap.

She disappeared. Hannah got distracted for two seconds and the woman was gone. Seeley would kill her if something happened to his beloved Bones.

Ugh.

"Hannah!" Speaking of the devil… "Hey." He leaned down to kiss her lightly on the lips and looked around. "Where's Bones?" He asked suddenly worried when he couldn't seem to find his partner anywhere closer to them.

"She was here three seconds ago, she announced she would go back to the dance floor and the next thing I knew, she was gone."

"Gee, Hannah, you shouldn't let Bones alone here. Don't you know how dangerous it is for a woman to be alone in a place like this? It's like a leaving a prey in the middle of hungry lions!" Hannah noticed the annoyance on her boyfriend's face and couldn't help getting annoyed herself. Why did he bother so much if Temperance found some man? "Although, Bones would probably kick the ass of anyone who tried to do anything with her, but still, I'm really not in the mood to bail her out of prison tonight." He rolled his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing…" Hannah said mysteriously and handed him a bottle of beer. "Let's go find Temperance before she does something she'll regret later."

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