Okay so when I thought of this fic I didn't really know how I was going to write the date but later decided that I would have Booth going to the same restaurant to keep an eye on her and Matt. I didn't realize how long it would be so I have now had to spilt the date into 2 parts. First part will be before the date and during the date and the second part will still be the date but what happens after the dinner. Oh and the part about Booth breaking up with Cam over dinner is just for this fic.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN BONES OR IT'S CHARACTERS. IF I DID BRENNAN WOULDN'T BE WASTING HER TIME WITH MATT THE JERK. CAFE RENESSIANCE IS A RESTURANT IN DC BUT I'VE NEVER BEEN THERE. IT IS USED PURELY FOR THIS FIC.

The Date part 1.

Brennan awoke suddenly to the the buzzer of her alarm clock and her cellphone sounding almost simutaneously. First reaching over to switch off the alarm she then concentrated on answering her phone.

"Brennan," She groggily announced, whilst stifling a yawn.

"Hey baby," came the very sultry voice on the other end.

Baby? "Matt is that you?" Brennan inquired now recognizing just a hint of Matt's deep masculine voice.

"The one and only sugar lips," he added.

Sugar lips? "Did you just call me baby and sugar lips?" she questioned again, certainly not used to what she could only describe as some hideous romantic nicknames.

"Yes I did. Now this was just a quick call to make sure things are still on for tonight."

Tonight? Then it dawned on her that tonight was her date with Matt, although she couldn't quite fathom what possessed him to be calling at seven in the morning. "Yes everything is still on for tonight."

"Superb then. I'll swing by your place at six. Be ready and remember dress to impress."

Before she had a chance to converse any further there was a click and then silence. Brennan placed the phone back down and sighed. Because of this date Booth hadn't spoken to her in two days. She supposed it was her fault. He had expressed his concern that Matt was just using her for his own gratification but she hadn't been convinced, instead accusing him that it was jealousy which was causing him to behave like that, so subsequently she had firmly told her partner she was going on this date with or without his approval. I hurt him and now he probably hates me.

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It had been two days since Booth had spoken to Brennan and to him this felt like the two most excruciating days in the world. As he pulled on some comfortable sweatpants and t-shirt to prepare for his morning jog his blood boiled at the thought of Brennan sharing company with that unscrupulous, poor pathetic excuse for a human being. He wasn't quite sure where this hatred and amonocity was coming from, after all Brennan was an adult she was old enough and capable enough to make her own decisions, but still he couldn't help but think that when it came to men she really was a bad judge of character. From pompous ex college professors to internet blind dates to serial killers, you name it she had done it. Of course there had been Sully, he had been one of the good guys, but in the end he had left her all the same. I would never leave her.

With each stride he took through the gentle October rain his heart was pounding and he doubted it was due to over exertion. If this had been his weekend with Parker then he probably wouldn't have had the time to worry about his partner and her impending date, but as he parked himself down on a bench for a breather his mind was swimming with ugly thoughts. What happens if things go further then just a date. What if he invites her back to his place or vice versa. What if she is too drunk and he takes advantage of her. Matt had said that he would show her some fun and she wouldn't be able to resist his charm. It was obvious what kind of guy he was, perhaps the kind of guy who doesn't take no for an answer. Booth shook his head at each scenario. Stop it Booth. Now you're just wanting something to happen so you have an excuse to beat the guy to a pulp. Bones is much to sensible to let something like that happen, and with all her martial art training she could take the little pipsqueak down in an instant. It wasn't enough though to put his mind at ease and that why he had to take matters into his own hands.

Reaching into his pocket for his cellphone he dialled another familiar number and waited patiently for an answer, and it wasn't long before he recieved one. "Hey Cam it's Booth."

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"No that just won't do," Brennan huffed as she discarded yet another outfit to the pile slowly growing on the floor. When it came to wining and dining she wasn't all that clued up with appropriate dress code. With other past love interests there had been no romantic dinner just some takeout at either his or her apartment followed by unemotional, undetached casual sex. Composing herself she thought to herself that on this occasion she had no choice but to seek assistance.

Grabbing her cellphone she dialled her best friends number and waited anxiously for an answer. "Hey Angela it's me," she announced when her friend came on the line.

"Sweetie what would you possibly be doing calling me at just after eight in the morning? Did I also mention it's Saturday," she concluded.

"I'm aware that it's Saturday Ange, or I would have been at work over two hours ago."

"Yeah, yeah. So what can I do you for?"

"I need you to come over," Brennan replied. "I need you to help me pick out an outfit for my date."

Angela squealed at the words she never thought she would hear. "Give me an hour and i'll be right there."

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"So who's the lucky guy then?" Angela quizzed when she arrived almost two hours later. Let her say Booth. Let her say Booth.

"This really well defined FBI agent," she said with a glint of sparkle in her eyes. "Who is also interested in anthropology."

"Well he would have to be working around you."

"What?" Brennan asked slightly confused.

Angela shoved her arm jokingly. "Sweetie you know what i'm talking about." Although deep down her friends stunned look told her perhaps she didn't.

"I can assure you I don't."

It was then Angela threw a hand over her mouth. "Oh god i'm sorry. I just thought when you mentioned date and FBI agent..."

Placing her hands firmly on her hips she shot her friend a stern look. "You thought I meant Booth."

With her face turning a bright shade of red Angela decided to quickly change the subject. "Why don't we get started on finding that perfect outfit."

"Yes lets."

Angela then scooped her arm around hers as they ventured off into the bedroom.

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Matt strolled casually into Brennan's apartment building, a big bunch of roses in hand. Hope she's not allergic to these things," he silently asked himself now standing confidently outside her door.

Brennan was just clipping in her earring when she heard the loud knock. Oh god i'm nervous. Why am I nervous? It's just dinner. Her hands felt clammy and her heart was racing as she slowly made her way to the door instinctively pulling her dress down even though she was quite aware it wouldn't stretch any further. Damn Angela for choosing the shortest dress in my wardrobe, and the one with the least coverage. She adjusted it slightly on top too so her black lacy bra wasn't showing.

As soon as the door swung open Matt's jaw dropped at her standing there just like an angel. The black sequined dress barely made it to her knees. The low neckline giving him a great view of her cleavage. Her soft silky hair bounced gently on her shoulders as she flashed him a big smile. "Matt... Hi."

"Temperance..." He couldn't even find the right words to say. "You look... radiant." As his eyes took in every inch of her beautiful body he almost forgot the flowers.

"Shall I take those," she asked still finding the situation a little nervewracking. He's checking me out and i'm really uncomfortable. Booth never made me feel uncomfortable. When I came out of that bathroom in Vegas wearing that little red dress I never felt this awkward.

He handed her the flowers and then glanced at his watch. "We better make a move you know the dinner is booked for seven thirty and it is now precisely seven thirteen." I just want the main course over with so I can get on with dessert," he told himself with a smirk.

Matt took her arm and led her out of the apartment to his transportation. "Your carriage awaits."

As Brennan eyed the shiny black porsche she raised her eyebrows. "Wow you can afford that on a FBI salary?"

If only I could. "Actually it was a gift from my parents when I passed out of the academy. That was six years ago and I only bring it out for my special dates," he winked, as he opened the door and she clambered in.

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"Booth are you going to tell me excatly what we are doing here, because the last time you invited me out to dinner it was to break up with me..remember?" Camille Saroyan reminded him as she stood outside the small quaint restaurant by name of Cafe renessiance.

"Look Cam I'll explain everything later but right now I just need for you to go with me on this."

"Well do you think that we could we go inside as it is rather chilly out here," she groaned pointing to the gooseflesh on her skinny, bare arms.

Booth wasn't ready to go in just yet, he was eager to wait for the Matt and Brennan to show up. It had been difficult enough as it was obtain this vital information of their dinner plans in the first place. It was just lucky he knew how to be persuasive, and finally it was Ryan Miller who finally caved. Poor thing, but then he did always have a soft spot for me. When the black sports car pulled up outside and Matt clambered out along with Brennan he had to do a double take, his mouth dropped open wide in awe and wonder. He gets to drive a porsche. No way does he get to do that on his salary.

"Lets go Cam." He almost pushed her through the door of the restaurant, but he wanted to get to their table before they arrived. He couldn't afford to be noticed...at least not yet.

Cam had never seen Booth act this strange it was beginning to worry her. "Okay Seeley tell me exactly what we are doing here?"

Instead of offering up an explanation he was busy trying to to catch a glimpse of the couple and where were seated. He felt relief wash over him when they took the table in which he had a good view of. He also felt blessed their view of his table would be obscured by a pillar situated between them.

"Seeley are you listening to me?" Cam was getting agitated, her eyes narrowed like some woman scorned.

"Ssh."

"Are you listening to me?" she repeated, but as she gazed across his shoulder she became exactly aware of what, or more like who he was staring at. "I get it," she spat crossly her piercing eyes glaring at him

"You get what?" he inquired.

"You've come here to spy on Dr Brennan. I should've known you were using me, exploiting my services."

Booth quickly shook his head. "You've got it all wrong. I just thought you'd like to go out."

The smirk now apparent on her face told him she was unconvinced. "Mmmhuh."

"What now?" His puppy dog eyes now just begging to be answered.

"So I take it you don't approve of her date then?" It was obvious he saw this guy of hers as competition. That was a typical alpha male attribute he couldn't deny. There was no way he could pull the wool over her eyes. She knew he had it bad for Dr Brennan. Hell this just proves it.

He's a rich I can have anything I want leech," he grumbled angrily. "Well he picked the wrong person to use his cheap fancy talk on this time." Bones don't let me down.

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Matt showed Brennan to her chair, and like a gentleman he retrieved the jacket she was wearing.

"Thankyou Matt," she replied as she sat herself down. This is very classy, i'm impressed.

Flipping through the menu she was spoilt for choice. The waiter approached to ask what drinks they would like.

"We'll have a bottle of Chateau d'Oupia for the lady, but i'll just have a plain mineral water if you don't mind."

"Mineral water?" she questioned.

"Driving remember." It wasn't the drink drive aspect of it he cared about, he broke the law all the time. He just needed to be on top form for the second part of the evening.

"Yes of course," she nodded.

Choosing an appetiser was more of a task. She was torn between the Calamari Lunchian or the French onion soup. Watching the waiter impatiently waiting, and the fact that Matt was staring at her as if to say sometime today she chose the French opnion soup.

"I'll have the shrimp," he chose within seconds.

"You know Temperance you truly are wasted," he said tucking in to his food as soon as it arrived.

"I'm not sure I understand."

"Don't you just feel like some lab rat in that place? Trapped with no place to go. Death all around you."

"But it's what I do. It's what i'm good at. I thought you might relate to that since you studied anthropology yourself," she reminded him.

"Well I will admit that it was just something to pass the time. I think my folks thought I was a genius or something. I felt honored that they were more proud of me for wanting to be some geeky scientist, then working for the FBI."

"Is that how you see me? some geeky scientist," she snapped, clearly unimpressed with his choice of words.

Matt reached across the table and stroked a strand of her hair. "No, you are a very beautiful and intelligent... I would love to say piece of ass although maybe not... Em woman I mean. It's just someone looking at bones all day, well it's not all you could be. There is so much more out there, so much more to explore."

She wasn't sure what he was getting at. "Oh I have explored... the world in fact. I've been to some of the most beautiful places in the world and also some of the notorious." Those places didn't bare thinking about. Places like Gutemala and El Salvador scared her, but she knew that for every bad place there was also one good place. "Besides I don't spend every waking hour in the lab. I've been out in the field numerous times."

"Yeah so how is good ole Seeley these days? I don't see him around headquarters much."

"He's good. We've just finished working on a case. We were pretty much working solid, that's probably why you havent seen him around."

Boring. Yet he was interested in the kinds of things they got up to. "So what exactly do you and Seeley do when you're not solving cases?"

That was more of a personal question, but then she had nothing to hide. They were after all just partners. They just worked together. "Well we don't really see each other outside of work. He has his son and i'm busy working on my novels."

"Okay let me rephrase the question then. What do you and Booth do on a work day when you're not busy solving murders?"

"Well we go for coffee and Booth gets pie."

What an imagination, and this loser says he has the hots for her. He's going to have to do alot better then that. He was interrupted prematurely by the waiter waiting for their dinner choice. Once they had chosen Matt continued his line of questioning.

"Are you aware that Seeley views you as more then just his partner?"

That statement was unexpected and she almost spat out her wine. "He does."

"Well I believe there were some rumors going around work, thats all."

"About me and Booth," she announced feeling flustered. I wish Booth was here right now.

"They like stirring trouble thats all. When you're around you tend to be the center of attraction, and I can see why." He took her hand and kissed it gently.

Brennan blushed. "What are you doing?"

"You like that?"

She couldn't make up her mind whether she did like it or she was being subdued by the amount of wine she had drank.

"Let's say we get out of here."

"Well... Why not. I don't really do dinner well anyway," she admitted, although not sure of what his reaction would be.

"Me neither." He handed over her coat and them gave her a few dollar bills to leave as the tip. "Just give me a second I need to use the bathroom."

xxxxx

Booth had continued to stare at them both from the moment they had arrived. He had watched as Matt took Brennan's jacket, and he almost choked on some water he had sipped when he saw the dress she was wearing. He could only visualize that little red dress from Vegas, but now looking at her across the half crowded restaurant he decided it was a thousand times better. She's so beautiful.

"I never took Dr Brennan for wearing something like that," Cam stated, rudely interrupting his lustful thoughts.

"W..what?"

The way his eyes were fixated on certain parts of the anthroplogist's anatomy left her with no choice but to ask. "Were you ogling her?" You can't fool me Seeley Booth.

"No of course not. I'm a gentleman or have you forgotton?"

"Seeley you don't have to be embarassed. You are a male and well it's a biological urge."

Cam can we not talk about this now, I need to keep my concentration." Great he's giving her wine. A whole bottle too. She hardly drinks as it is, she'll never handle it. This had made him fear Matt's intentions even more. "He's trying to get her drunk."

"She's a big girl Booth, and besides what has this guy ever done to you?"

"He doesn't deserve her. He is not good enough for her. Just look at the way he leans in towards her. That isn't just friendly mannerisms. He wants her."

Booth unless you're going to go over there and declare your undying love, then you're going to have to respect her descision to go without who ever she chooses."

He lowered his head in defeat. "He's just not good enough for her."

"No-one one is ever going to be good enough for her."

"Great now he's touching her, and she's not even resisting." Once he caught sight of him touching her hair he rolled his fist into a tight ball. He went to stand up but Cam waved him down. "Sit down Seeley. If you make a scene here Brennan will never forgive you."

He couldn't tell what they were saying, she didn't even look happy.

"You really love her don't you?" Cam had to ask and she just hoped she would get an honest answer.

He found the words immediatley slip off his tongue and he couldn't control it. "Yes I do."

Cam smiled. "I'm glad for you Seeley. I just hope she doesn't disappoint."

Completely ignoring her he clenched his fist when he saw Matt's hand take hers. What is he saying? He then watched as Matt stood and Brennan grab her coat. They're leaving. Where are they going. They haven't even finished their meal. He saw Matt was heading in the direction for the restroom. This was his chance, and before Cam could stop him he bolted off after him.

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