Title: "I'll Be Home for Christmas"

Type: Story Fic

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Bones characters. I didn't create the show, so don't sue me. I am only making up a story based on the show.

Summary: Dr. Brennan 'Bones' is apprehensive about coming to a Christmas party, at Angela's house. It takes the persuasion of a very special someone to bring her to her senses….it may include mistletoe.

"The subscapularis is torn…." Dr. Brennan was bending over the cold examination table, noting the trauma done to a simple muscle. Zach stood next to her taking notes. "Hodgins? Did you find anything?" She asked.

"I found traces of phencyclidine. What the hell happened to this guy?"

"I don't know yet…" She stood up straight, and stretched her back causing it to crack a little. She sighed.

Booth approached the small group of 'squints' and grimaced. "You know, Bones…just because you are a bones expert, it doesn't mean you get to freely crack your back."

"It's just simple manipulation of the spine…it's not like I'm hurting anything."

"Right…" He said, shaking his head. "Are you coming to Angela's Christmas party tonight? I hear there's going to be some good food!" He said, flashing her his 'charm smile'.

"I…don't think so. I have a lot of work to do here…."

Hodgins shook his head. "Brennan, when was the last time you got out and had some fun? You should do it for a change!"

She looked at him sideways. "The last time I went and had fun was when Ange and I went to the club…and got high."

"Well, it's always an option" Booth said smugly, and chuckled. "It might be fun to see you high again." His reward was a sharp glare on her behalf.

"Booth…it wasn't on purpose. And I have way too much to do tonight. This case needs to get cracked, and soon." She said, once again diving into her examination of the half decomposed body.

He shrugged. "So, work on it tomorrow! Come on Bones…it won't kill you, I promise." He said, smiling. Zach glanced over at her, and put his two cents in. "It could be fun Dr. Brennan. I personally am going…I am hoping to maybe meet a girl or something. I need a girlfriend." He sighed.

Hodgins looked at him, and rolled his eyes. "Dude, the only way you're going to get a girlfriend is if you get a makeover. Seriously…look at you. Floppy hair, clothes that look like something you dug out of a garbage bin…."

"Don't make me hit you again…." Zach said, frowning. Hodgins snorted. "Right…Dude, I could take you down in one hit." Zach blinked, and opened his mouth to speak, but then shut it.

"Could you please stop saying 'dude', every other sentence?" Booth said, with his arms crossed. "Come on, who's coming to the party. If you're coming, raise your hand."

Every hand was raised but Brennan's. She ignored the group, and continued looking at her bones. Booth sighed. "Alright, but you're going to miss out, Bones…"

"We'll see." She said, smugly. She sighed, and didn't take her eyes off of her project.

"Alrighty then, to all of the cool squints, let's go."