AN: I saw the advert with this title on You Tube and thought I could make a Fan Fiction from it. Please do not kill me if someone else has already made this type of thing, I couldn't find any other stories like this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones
Dead Man's Party
Where is my Lab?
Dr. Temperance Brennan was walking over from the parking lot when she noticed the almighty crowd outside of the Jeffersonian. It was a Friday, and the sun was warm on her back. As she got closer to the crowd, she noticed television cameras and a barricade had been set up to stop the reporters clog up the entrance, and the public getting too close to whatever was going on. Also, there seemed to be no clear path to the front door.
She stood at the back of the crowd, and analysed it, deciding which area was the best place to try and push through to the front. There was a thinning of the crowd by a reporter for some big news channel. She decided to try going through there. Temperance began pushing through the various people to the front.
"Excuse me", she said as she pushed the public aside.
There were many odd glances thrown at her, and people were shaking their heads and tutting as if she had done something wrong. She pushed her way through to the space reserved for film crews at the front. She continued on until a large hand was placed on her shoulder. She spun around to see a large man in a security suit.
"Excuse me miss, but this is a closed set", he said to her in a deep tone.
"A closed set? I work here and I need to get in", she argued with this man.
The argument went on, her demanding him to let her in, and him saying she wasn't allowed on set. This argument caught the attention of many people, some of the reporters even. The report going on directly in front of them ended, and a blonde female reporter stormed over.
"You two have just ruined my report", she shouted at them, Dr. Brennan facing the other way.
The security guard looked incredibly apologetic, but Dr. Brennan just turned around and glared at this woman, there were more important things on her mind than a silly report. The reporter instantly recognised her, and a large smile formed on her face. The reporter pulled Dr. Brennan forward to her surprise, and signalled for her camera man to start filming.
"I'm here at the Jeffersonian with author and forensic anthropologist Dr. Temperance Brennan. The Jeffersonian is being used to film part of a charity music video to the song 'Dead Man's Party', by Oingo Boingo. Dr. Brennan, how do you feel to be part of this massive event which is taking place across the entire globe?", the reporter said down the camera lens, before sticking a fuzzy microphone in Temperance's face.
"If you do not mind, I would like to get to work", she said before she jumped over the barricade railing, and walked up the steps to the front door.
The crowd watched on, a she made her way up the steps, and through the large glass doors. She turned around for a last look. What is going on?, she thought to herself as she walked on into the main lab.
Inside, there was even more chaos. The platform and the surrounding area had been cleared of all equipment, the computers and the other machines missing. Instead, on the right hand side of the lab, was a long table which looked almost like a bar, circular tables which went around the perimeter of the platform, and a stage at the far end.
The lab was full of people, cameras, and other filming equipment. On the platform, a dance routine was being practiced, men and women were sweeping the floors and cleaning the tables, and there were some women in black costumes, with various bones of the body painted in white on top, having makeup put on, and their hair styled.
Dr. Brennan just stood there for a moment. What had happened to her lab? Cam was the one with the answer, and she came running over from the crowd of people on the lab platform. "You obviously didn't get my email", she said to a shocked Dr. Brennan.
Cam was wearing a small black dress, and she had her hair and makeup done like she was going out. Her shoes couldn't have been too comfortable either. Then her other friends came over from the same general area that Cam did. Angela was in a similar outfit to Cam, Sweets was in a black and grey suit, and Hodgins was wearing one of his better blue shirts. Booth however, was no where to be seen.
"What is going on here?", Dr. Brennan asked her friends.
"Didn't you get the email?", Angela asked her.
"She obviously didn't", Hodgins pointed out.
"Dr. Brennan, Fox is filming a charity video here for Comic Relief. It is something the British do, and this year America has joined in on it", Cam started explaining to ever increasingly confused Dr. Brennan, "Murder solving has been put on hold for this weekend, and then on Monday morning we can all get back to doing what we do best".
"What is 'Comic Relief'?", Dr. Brennan said, everyone else was just as confused about this when they first heard of it.
"Comic Relief is a charity event, which the British came up with. Normally comedians and other famous people do comedy acts to attract people to watch the show, and then the public donate when they see the emotional videos shown in between the entertainment. It is a very clever set up if you ask me", Sweets told her.
Temperance took in the information provided by the young Doctor for a moment. "What are we doing exactly to help this event then?", she asked.
"We are doing part of a music video. All the other major forensic institutes around the globe are also joining in", Cam told her.
"And we have been privileged as we are doing the main body of the entire thing", Angela said excitedly.
"So did the email include all of the information you just gave me?", Temperance asked her friends.
"Yes, and the fact that you were meant to come in through the delivery bay in costume. I thought you said you had got it and understood what was in it?", Cam told her.
"I thought you were on about the brief to the court case next week".
"Ah, my big star, Dr. Brennan", a man said from the top of the stairs up to the platform.
He was wearing a leather jacket, and some very expensive looking jeans. He also had a large pair of black sunglasses on his face, and his hair was black and spiked up wards. He began walking down to the small group with open arms and a large smile on his face. He removed his glasses as he approached, and as he saw Dr. Brennan, he lost his smile.
"Why are you not in costume Dr. Brennan", he asked like he was the boss.
"I didn't get the email", she told him straight.
He walked over to Cam, his face showed his annoyance. "Dr. Saroyan, you said I had full cooperation from your department, and that everyone would be ready to begin filming today. She obviously isn't", he said pointing over to Dr. Brennan.
"Listen, she will do it. Dr. Brennan is a very charitable person, and once we explain this a bit more to her, you will have her full cooperation", Cam told the man.
"I want her ready in two hours. Also, where is that Agent from the FBI?", he asked her.
"Booth is probably at a crime scene waiting for me to arrive", Brennan said to Angela who was standing next to her.
"He will be here soon Steve. He is not the sort of person to miss things like this", Cam told him.
Defeated, the man named Steve walked back to the dancers on the platform, hands in pockets. "Come on Sweetie, you can have my spare dress", Angela said as she grabbed one of Brennan's arms and began pulling her towards her office, with Cam shortly behind her.
Sweets and Hodgins walked off in the opposite direction of the girls to the delivery bay, hopefully to greet Booth. As they reached the door which would lead them into the bay, the door was pushed open, and Booth was on the other side smiling. "Let's see it then", it said to the two men, as he put one arm on each of their shoulders.
Sweets and Hodgins led him around, with his eyes closed to stand in front of the main entrance. Booth opened his eyes, and smiled at the sight. "God, this is just like in my coma dream", he said as he paced around a little, to have a look down either side of the platform.
"Really?", Sweets asked, shocked by what Booth had just told him, "Come to think of it, this place does look like a posh club".
"That is what it is meant to look like you fool", Hodgins told the boy, "Hey Booth, you sure you are not back in the coma?".
"Sure, 'cause there was a big flashing sign up there", he pointed to the upper platform that went around the lab, "And you lot looked almost normal".
The men laughed, as they went to have an extensive look around the lab which had been changed in less than twelve hours.
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