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The crowd was alive. The sound of music drifted around the room. Champagne glasses clinked and the air of laughter filled his ears as he waited in the foyer area. Just beyond the foyer door, he could see the brightly lit hall for the Annual Bureau & Partners dinner and dance, which he had been anticipating for quite some time.
Seeley Booth glanced through the glass doors and was amazed by the spectacle before him. Round tables dressed with white cloths enclosed a large dance floor. The tables were adorned with cutlery, champagne and blue and white flowers as the centre piece- the evening theme. People ate, drank, danced and laughed. But he told himself that he would not immerse himself in the ambiance until his partner showed up.
He was supposed to have arrived at half past six. He had been ten minutes late and had been prepared to apologise profusely and utilise his charm smile to con her into forgiving him, so he was somewhat bewildered when he realised that Brennan wasn't there yet. He was still waiting for her ten minutes later. He glanced at his watch wearily as he eyed the front desk to his left, the red-carpeted staircase in front of him, and the hall entrance to his right.
He turned to the hall entrance trying to search out the squints. The Jeffersonian was a key associate of the FBI and the staff had been invited to the ball. He had reluctantly accepted to sit with them, dreading that he would have to listen to Zach and Hodgens competing against each other all night. The upside was that he would be near Brennan. He was a little uncertain whether she would be willing to be his date but he had come into his office a few days before and cautiously asked her, unsure of what her reaction would be. He was somewhat prepared for the worse but she had agreed, pointing out that they were indeed partners and it seemed only logical considering the event.
"Booth?" Angela called in surprise from the hall entrance.
"Hey," He smiled as he turned toward her, "You look nice."
She smiled at him. She was dressed in a green halterneck, which reached her knees at the front but was full length at the back. Her hair was loosely curled. She figured that if he thought she looked nice, he was going to be stunned when he saw Brennan…
"What are you doing out here by yourself?" She asked excitedly.
"Well I'm waiting for Bones. She was supposed to be here 20 minutes ago," Booth sighed exasperatedly and stared at his watch for the twentieth time that evening, "What are you doing out here?"
"Well the bathroom is upstairs," She pointed to the staircase and he looked, "Maybe she needed to go."
"For the past ten minutes?" Booth asked, "It doesn't take someone that long to pee."
"Hey, she's a woman!" Angela replied, rolling her eyes at him, "She may be doing other things then just peeing."
Booth smiled, "Where is she?" He muttered more to himself than to Angela.
"I'm right behind you."
Booth turned in surprise. He didn't need to see her to know who it was; he knew her voice all too well. His eyes located her coming down the red staircase and he was instantly mesmerised. Temperance Brennan wore an aqua full-length dress, with beaded straps that folded into a low V below her neck. Her hair hung in loose waves around her face and her dress only served to bring out the blue in her eyes, which shone with anticipation. His eyes captured hers and his breathe hitched in his chest.
She blushed at his appreciative stare and slowly twirled on the spot revealing the plunging back of the dress. Her eyes met his again as he struggled to restart all bodily processes.
"You look amazing." He whispered in honest sincerity. He always knew how beautiful she was, but tonight she looked confident, graceful, elegant, and all other synonyms of the word that he knew she would be able to name if given the opportunity.
Angela sighed happily as she felt the atmosphere in the room. Booth and Brennan were brought back to their senses as they realised where they were, and that she was there. Booth cleared his throat nervously and moved toward Brennan as she came down the last few steps. Suddenly, her heel caught the hem of her dress and she found herself losing her balance. Booths instincts kicked in and he caught her in his arms before she hit the ground. She took a deep sigh of relief and looked up at Booth thankfully, their faces only inches apart.
"Not so early, Bones," he smiled at her gently and she felt the warm tingle of his breath on her cheek as he spoke those words, "Plenty of time for that later in the evening." He winked at her as she smiled back realising he was joking.
"Sorry, my fault," Angela admitted guiltily, "Ya, Shouldn't have made you wear those heels…"
She was ofcourse referring to the two inch silver heels that she had forced Brennan to wear this evening. Angela said that she would look tall and elegant [who knew what other evil thoughts she was imagining at the time!. Brennan had finally agreed to wear them; she thought they matched her dress nicely. Maybe it wasn't the best idea after all.
"I shouldn't have worn these," she decided, "Shoes with heels higher than an inch put excess strain on the feet as well as the calf muscles. They cause a restriction in blood circulation over extreme periods of time. They cause numbness-"
"Alright then," Booth cut her off. He knew that spell would be broken as soon as she opened her mouth. But that was his bones, he smiled to himself.
"Well I'm off to the bathroom," Angela said as she moved around Brennan to continue up the stairs. She turned around and glanced at them quickly. She smiled, giddy with excitement. They were lost in each other and barely noticed her.
"Shall we?" Booth's voice brought her back to reality. She smiled nervously, as he took her arm in his and silently led her into the ball. He had been anticipating the ball for quite some time; it would be a night to remember.
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