She walked into the Jeffersonian Institute, eyes forward, head high, hips swaggering and a million whiplashes behind her.

Maybe it was the way her tight jeans strained and swayed with those hips. Or it could have been the knee-high boots she paired with them. Or the salmon pink blouse she had on that had a slit, separating the words TRAIL and BLAZER written in gold letters on her top.

But most likely it was the blue eyes and brown hair of Doctor Temperance Brennan that had everyone in frenzy…

Angela Montenegro had almost finished her sketch. With a stroke of the pencil here and a little more shading there, it was the spitting image of the man that was across the room, examining only Heaven knew what in a Petri dish. She was about to put more curls in when she heard somebody say:

"Holy Mother Teresa."

Angela looked up, first at Zach who had made the comment then at what had caught his attention.

Angela was sure the Mystery Potion they had served her last night at the bar was just coming back to haunt her, because that could never be Doctor Brennan, her best friend, in skin tight jeans!

"Am I dreaming?" asked Jack as he looked closer at the sight of Doctor Brennan winking at the janitor. "And if I am, nobody wake me up."

"You said it." Said Zach dreamily, not even noticing when Angela pushed Jack off the chair.

Brennan walked into the room, all smiles. There was something strange going on and Angela was going to find out what.

"Mornin'." She gave everybody an acre-wide smile.

"Are you alright, Doctor Brennan?" Zach asked

"'Course I am, sugar. Why?"

"Since when do you dress like this?" Angela asked.

"And could you never stop?" Jack added.

"Oh, thank you for the compliment! You are so cute!" Doctor Brennan ran her hand in Jack's hair.

"Did Booth put you up to this?" Angela was almost sure the answer would be in the affirmative. "Are you two going away again?"

"Sure." The new Brennan smiled even bigger. "Show me which one of these cuties is Booth is and I'll go to the moon with him."

Three pairs of eyelids shot to the ceiling.

She laughed this time, her eyes lit up with mirth Brennan could never achieve. "Oh, honeys, I'm just joking with you. I'm not Temperance Brennan."

"You're not?"

"No, of course not! Would Temps ever dress like this?'

The nickname was a new one on Angela. "So if you aren't Doctor Brennan, who are you?"

At that precise moment, the real Doctor Brennan walked in.

"Ooh, Twilight Zone." Jack and Angela said simultaneously.

"Basia," Bren had anger mixed with surprise on her face, "Basia Thomas. What are you doing here?"

"Temps!" Basia turned around and looked at her spitting image. They could have been glancing into a mirror. "I can't believe it! You look so good!"

"What do you want, Basia?" Bren folded her arms against Basia's hugs and kisses.

She sobered considerably and her voice became pleading. "Temperance, honey, I need your help."

"What is it this time? I'm not helping you out like last time."

"No." Basia's tone finally became sober, "I mean I need your expert help."