I'd just like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who read and reviewed my last fic, and encouraged me to keep writing.

Disclaimer: I'm moderately insane, I also don't own Bones.

A/N: I grew up mainly in England, I apologize for the use of the word "dashing"

Chapter 1

Brennan just sat there in her office, typing her umpteenth e-mail for the day, blissfully unaware of her partner approaching.

"Bones!"

"Booth, don't do that you scared me"

"Hey, sorry, so… you ready?"

"For what Booth?"

"Ball? Tonight? Angela? Killing Us? If? We're late? Anything ringing any bells here Bones"

"Damm! I totally forgot, just give me 10 minuets"

"Ok I'll bring the car round and meet you out back"

"Great! Thanks Booth"

Booth smiled and waved his hand behind him, walking out of her office, looking rather dashing in his new tux. But feeling rather like a penguin. Man he hated these functions they served no purpose other than to make him feel intellectually inferior to the sea of squints surrounding him.

By the time Booth had moved the car, Brennan was walking at a steady pace out the back door of the Jeffersonian, pulling her coat on as she walked towards Booth's SUV.

Booth instinctively got out to open Brennan's door for her, and she muttered something about alpha male tendencies. Booth simply rolled his eyes and jogged back to the driver's seat and pulled away, with Brennan still rambling.

After a brief silence in the car, Brennan began again.

"I don't know why Angela was so insistent that we go to this thing together, she practically begged!"

"I don't know why we have to go to this thing in the first place; we didn't have to last year" Booth winged

"Well, Cam said, it's a one off benefit, mandatory attendance, although why it isn't at the Jeffersonian is beyond me"

"Well, we're here!" Booth stated, pulling into the car park and up to the valet.

"Hello sir" the young man said in an all too cheerful tone.

Booth and Brennan exited the car and Booth tossed the keys to the valet, before being handed his token, and placing it in his jacket pocket.

They approached the doors and were directed inside; Brennan shed her coat and handed it to the lady in the cloak room. Booth turned round to face her and stood back, stunned.

"Wow! You look…I mean…10 minutes…wow!" Booth fumbled with his words gob smacked by his partner.

"Thanks, Booth"

Booth looked slightly embarrassed as he ushered her towards the ball room, his hand finding its way to its usual resting place on the small of her back. They approached the ball room doors and Booth moved infront of Brennan to open them, allowing Brennan to enter first, what they saw before them was defiantly not what they had expected.

I know it's short, but I promise I won't keep you hanging; next chapter will be posted ASAP.