Hehe I like to write!! I'm Fred-high! (Fred on youtube. addicting Fred high amounts to sugar high!) Disclaimer/Author's note: Don't own Bones. Or Belinda Carlisle song. that is sad. very sad. oh, well. luv yous all!! Please r&r.

Mad About You

"Come on, Bones." Booth walked into Dr. Brennan's office just as casual as can be.

"Where are we going, and you have no permission to be in my office, why are you in here without permission?"

"So do you agree to go, then?" As usual, he could find the least relevant thing in her speech.

"Where?" Now she was getting annoyed. Well, thank God for Angela, who cut in with a squeal.

"We're going dancing!"

"No, WE are not. I have work to do. Have fun."

"But, Bones, you SAID you would go!" Booth whined.

"I ASKED where we were going. I SAID nothing. I have work to do."

"No, you don't. You have fun to have, " Booth stated stubbornly.

"That made no sense, Booth."

"I don't care. Come dancing with me!" Now Booth was acting childish.

"And me!" Angela couldn't resist adding, hoping to convince her best friend to take a night off.

"I don't go dancing."

"Excuses, excuses," Booth muttered doubtfully.

Angela pulled out her makeup bag. "The magic wand," she declared, drawing out mascara.

"No. Angela, if you touch me with that, I will either scream or hurt you. Maybe both…" In her moment of consideration, Angela caught her off guard, thrusting the mascara at Booth to hold, and whipping out powder.

"Okay, I will go dancing. I will actually dance. Yes, Angela, I might even drink an alcoholic substance. Who knows? Let's go, then," Brennan concluded her mini-monologue with a sigh.

"Can someone take this from me, then?" Booth started to worry about the feminine crap he held in his hand.

"Oh…" Angela sighed like an exasperated mother and snatched it from him, shoving back into the bag of doom.

At the restaurant where they had decided to eat and dance, the two couples (because Brennan had insisted that someone lese go against his/her will, and so Angela had dragged Hodgins out) chatted animatedly over dinner. Angela was telling some story about a play she had been in in middle school, and Hodgins and Booth were laughing at her tale.

Then, a special song by Belinda Carlisle came on over the speakers. Both women, having been eighth graders at one point, had slow danced to this song at least once. Angela pulled Hodgins out onto the floor while Brennan, afraid to do anything with Booth, remembered softly, "Russ taught me how to dance."

"What's that, Bones?"

"Russ. He taught me how to dance the weekend before my first dance in seventh grade. We played this song so much that my parents swore never to let us hear it again. Either of us. Ever." Her voice trailed off, tears filling her eyes.

Suddenly, Booth stood up. Pulling Brennan up by her wrist, he declared that they were going to dance.

I'm mad about you
You're mad about me babe
Couple of fools run wild aren't we
Pushing the day into the nighttime
Somewhere between the two
We start to see
Mad about you (Mad about you)
Lost in your eyes (Reason aside)
Mad about love (Mad about you)
You and I

Booth pulled his partner in tighter. She rested her head on his chest, soothed by his heartbeat. She sighed.

"What's up, Bones?"

"Oh, nothing. Just…thinking."

"What about?"

"Nothing."

"C'mon Bones, you can't think about nothing."

"Families."

"Yours or…?" He let the sentence trail off, leaving her to fill in the blank.

"In general. Why can some be so happy? But others so…messed up?"

"Life's a bitch."

Something 'bout you
Right here beside me
Touches the touched part of me like I can't believe
Pushing the night into the daytime
Watching the sky's first light
While the city sleeps
Mad about you (Mad about you)
Lost in your eyes (Reason aside)
Mad about love (Mad about you)
You and I

"It's like Shakespeare said, 'How happy some o'er some other can be.' "

"Shakespeare said that?" Booth asked, incredulous.

"Helena, Act I, A Midsummer Night's Dream,"

Booth gave the woman in his arms a small hug to let her know how special he thought she was.

Mad about you (Mad about you)
Lost in your eyes (Reason aside)
Mad about love (Mad about you)
You and I

"Hey, Bones?"

"Yeah, Booth?" she replied, snapping out of her reverie.

"I…I'm never going to leave. I promise."

"Why?" The simple question threw him off guard.

"Why what?"

"Why would you not leave? Everyone else has. Everyone that I've ever loved or claimed

to love me has gone. Why would you be any different?"

"Because, Bones, I care abo– I love you."

She looked up cautiously. He was staring at her so intently, she felt he could see every bit of her soul if he wanted. But all he really wanted was her reaction to his sudden statement.

He didn't have to wait or wonder long. Within milliseconds, her lips were grazing his. As she leaned back to see his reaction, he pulled her back in and kissed her. She kissed back, wanting this to last forever. His tongue poked at hr lips, gently prying them apart. Their tongues met and danced together, over and around in just there, together. Finally, Brennan pulled away.

"That," she commented.

"That," Booth agreed.

"That…was probably crossing your line."

"I couldn't care less," he whispered, kissing her nose lightly.

"We drove here in separate cars."

"We did."

"Let's go home."

"Whose home?" He laughed slightly.

"Yours. Mine. Someone's," she mumbled tiredly.

"All right. Let's go home."

I'm mad about you
You're mad about me babe
Couple of fools run wild aren't we
Mad about you (Mad about you)
Lost in your eyes (Reason aside)
Mad about love (Mad about you)
You and I

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