"Where are we going" Dr. Temperance Brennan asked her partner, Special Agent Seeley Booth, as he pulled out of the Jeffersonian parking garage.

"Oh you'll see." He answered cryptically. Brennan sighed because she knew from experience that no matter how often she asked, he wouldn't tell her anything more. She and her partner had just solved a case involving a wannabe singer and an artist who had lost control. The case had wrapped up fairly quickly and as soon as she finished the required paperwork, Booth had grabbed her coat and ushered her out of her office to his SUV. Brennan had protested the entire way but Booth ignored her saying, "Everyone needs to have a little fun sometime."

She had replied, "But I do have fun-" but he cut her off saying,

"Cataloging bones from limbo is not fun, Bones."

And that comment had started an argument that lasted the entire car ride. As Booth pulled into a parking lot, she peered out of the window and finally saw what their destination was. It was the karaoke bar, The Checkerbox that their latest victim had frequented. After a moment of confusion, she remembered the conversation that led her here.

She and Booth were in her office and he was teasing her about her singing. She retorted, "I used to sing all the time. My mom said I had a great voice. My favorite song was 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.' My mom said that I sang it better than Cyndi Lauper."

Booth laughed, "Of course she said that. That's what parents are for, Bones. They tell you stuff like that to make you feel better."

Brennan replied, "No, you're wrong. My mom wasn't lying to make me feel better. Both she and my dad agreed that I sang it better." As she saw Booth open his mouth to disagree, she blurted, "I can show you."

Booth raised his eyebrow inquistively. "Oh I want to see this. Right now?"

"Not right now. I don't have the music or anything." Brennan replied with a slight blush. She couldn't believe she had actually said she could prove it. This wasn't her normal behavior. It seemed like the more time she spent with Booth the more open she became. She still hadn't decided if it was a good thing or not.

"So if you had the music, would you sing?" Booth's question brought her back to the conversation.

"Yes, I would."

"It's settled then." And with that, he strode out of her office. She sat back in her chair, baffled as to what exactly was settled.

"I see you held up your end of this deal we somehow made." Brennan said with a slight smile.

"You know I wouldn't pass this opportunity up for the world." Booth responded with a smirk. He turned off the engine and they both exited the SUV. Together they walked up to the bar, Booth's hand on her back the entire way. As soon as they walked through the door, they were bombarded by the Squint Squad plus Sweets. Booth had obviously told them what was going to happen and they were all excited to see Brennan let loose.

A man on stage was speaking, "And tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special guest. Dr. Temperance Brennan will be singing! Let's give her a roud of applause." He stepped away from the microphone as the entire bar erupted in cheers, her friends being the loudest. Brennan prided herself on being fearless but tonight, it seemed like the walk from the table to the stage was too far away. Booth, seeing her apprehension in her face, guided her to the stage saying, "C'mon Bones you know you can do this. We'll all be right here, cheering for you." Brennan turned and smiled in appreciation of his support. She took a deep breath and jumped on stage, the music already playing. She grabbed the microphone and began belting out the lyrics,

I come home in the morning light
My mother says when you gonna live your life right
Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones
And girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun

Booth was incredibly surprised to find out that Bones really did sing better than Cyndi Lauper. He clapped and cheered as he watched his partner bound around on stage, singing her heart out. Through the haze of music and excitement he heard a woman's voice calling his name.

"Seeley!"

He turned to see Pam Nunan yelling his name while pointing a gun at his partner. He coudn't hear her voice but was able to read her lips.

"I'm doing this for us. For you."

Booth jumped from his seat to stand in front of Brennan as Pam fired the gun. The bullet slammed into his shoulder, pushing him into the stage. Brennan stood in shock as her partner fell at her feet. Panic and the need for action battled for a split second before she realized her partner needed her. She ran to his side screaming, "Booth! Booth!" She frantically looked around to find something to staunch the blood flow. As she pulled a tablecloth from a nearby couple, she saw Pam standing in the back of the bar. Without thinking, Brennan grabbed Booth's sidearm and fired, hitting Pam in the throat. She didn't spare another thought about what she had just done. Her attention was focused soley on Booth and trying to make the blood stop flowing.

"Someone call 911! Now!" She heard Sweets yell in the background. Brennan pressed harder on the wound but to no avail. The wound was a bad one.

"Booth! Don't die on me. You're gonna be alright. Hang in there!" She barely managed to string her words together. She could feel Booth's pulse fading despite her attempts to save him. This couldn't happen. Not to Booth.

A/N:

This is my first fanfiction so please read and review! Feedback is much appreciated :)