This is the third story that I'm working on now, and I havn't finished on of them! I may be getting a little ahead of myself here, but this just came to me and I just had to post it!

She walked with a purpose through the crowded halls, heads turning her way with each step she took. Her hips swayed as she balanced herself on the three inch shiny black heels that covered her perfectly manicured feet. She swayed one hand by her side in tune with her stepping, the other placed on her hip a perfect imitation of a run way model.

She brought her hand up to tuck away one of the few strands of wavey brown hair behind her ear, an ear that held an expensive golden earing, with an obviously real dimond incrusted in the side of the dangily hoop.

She stopped as she reached his door, knocking on it twice before he answered, tying his tie as he did so.

"Bones I. . ." He stopped short and glanced at her, running his eyes from her dainty feet, to her long legs, her short and 'tight in all the right places' mustard yellow evening gown, her very bright, very expensive looking golden necklace, to her face, make up perfectly applied in all the right places, making her look exotic and formal at the same time.

His mouth dropped open and he gapped a little, sure he was doing a very good impression of a fish out of water.

"Booth?" She asked as she put both hands on her hips and squirmed nervously. "Is it to much? You told me to dress up."

Booth closed his mouth and shook his head. "No, uh. . .you look very. . .very pretty. Wow."

A smile formed on her face and she stood a little taller. "Thank you, Booth."

"You are very welcome." He said and cocked his head to the side as he watched her enter his office. She had went all out.

Brennan made her way to one of the chairs in front of his desk, and sat, crossing her legs. Booth moved behind his desk and finished tying his tie, he stared at her legs, unable to take his eyes from them. Yeah, she had definitely took his comment about most of the people at the party dressing formal and functional all at the same time to heart, she looked very nice, and it looked like she could bust a few moves in her short dress, he wasn't so sure about the heels though.

"So, when are we leaving?" Brennan asked, as she cocked her head to the side and watched him straighten his over jacket.

He sighed a little and adverted his eyes to her face. "Oh, um, in about five minutes, I've just gotta go get two other agents, I agreed I'd give them a ride to the party."

"OK." She replied, putting her face in her hand and staring out the window seemingly distracted. He let out a much deeper sigh and and turned his computer off. The way the fading afternoon sun was complementing her yellow attire and shiny brown hair, he really didn't know if he could stand not staring at her all night.

"Come on, Bones." He said and she stood, following him out of his office. He laughed a little as she walked beside of him, in her heels, she was nearly exactly as tall as him, a change to her normal height.

"Did you not bring a coat?" He asked her, noticing that the thick straps to her dress were anything but warm.

"No, I left my dress coat in your SUV the time you drove us to the Jeffersonians Christmas party." She replied.

He nodded and knocked on the office door that they'd slowly came to. A tall brown headed man with a head full of that brown hair answered the door, and Brennan could see what she was sure was his partner behind him, chocolate brown hair curled and hanging on her shoulders delicately.

"Hay,

Logan, ready to go?"

Logan nodded and glanced at Brennan, his eyes widened."Is this the anthropologist you work with?"

Booth nodded and hugged Brennan to his side. "Yep!" He answered proudly.

Logan nodded his head. "She's lovely." He turned his head to Brennan and addressed her. "You're lovely."

Brennan smiled. "Thank you."

Logan's partner approached the three and smiled at Booth and Brennan cheerily. She held out her hand towards Brennan and introduced herself as Special agent

Elissa Fürst.

Brennan introduced herself as well and the four quickly making their way our of the J. Edgar Hoover building and into Booth's SUV. There was minimal conversation in the car ride to the building that the FBI had rented out for a New Years Eve party, during the ride though, Brennan had slowly come to find that Logan's last name was Winston and he and Elissa both worked as field agents in the violent crimes section..

When the four arrived there was already quite a few people there, all who were dressed in their best attire and carrying around wine glasses full to the brim, as if they were going to need a lot of alcohol to get through the night without passing out of boredom. Brennan stepped closer to Booth as Elissa and Logan wandered off to talk with some familiar faces they had spotted.

"Booth." Brennan spoke quietly.

"Yeah." He replied, glancing around to see where his colleagues had gotten their beverages.

"I think it's going to be a long night."

Booth chuckled and pulled her over to a waiter bearing drinks. "Yeah, but you owe me after you dragged me to the Jeffersonians Christmas party. You can stand a few hours of mindless conversation and crappy wine."

Brennan huffed and took a sip of the wine Booth handed her. She sighed and stood by her partner, who was talking to another FBI agent that apparently worked in the office beside his. Yeah, this was going to be a long night. Even with the crappy wine.

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