I would like to credit piratesmiley with the inspiration to continue.

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It was just a normal day at the Jeffersonian. The boys were racing creepy, discustin-

"They are called Agabus brunneus!! Get it right!"

The boys were racing Agabuggy blahblahblah-

"A-g-a-b-u-s b-r-u-n-n-e-u-s."

The boys were racing beetles. Brennan and Booth were holed up in her office, supposedly working on the latest case. Muffled yells could be heard coming from Brennan's office, along with a clinking sound that sounded suspiciously like handcuffs. They were in there relieving some pent-up sexual tension...

"Angela! We were not! Bones was stupid enough to chain herself to her desk with my handcuf-"

"Was not! If you hadn't told me to try them on-"

"You didn't have to listen to me!"

See what I mean? Come on, the two are together 24/7-

"That's impossible, Angela!"

-and they eat almost all their meals together-

"No we don't!"

-and they continually deny their growing attraction. So to me, they're dating already. Anyway, back to the story. The 'dream team' were trying to figure out how Brennan's mystery date of last night is tied in with the current case. He obviously is, because her knight in shining stan-

"-ard issue FBI body armor. We know. Just get on with the story!"

-because her knight in shining standard issue FBI body armor followed her on her date, and Brennan got royally pissed. Woof! You should have seen the steam coming out of her ears! I thought (hoped, wished for, prayed) that they were going to jump each other right there out of pure frustration!

"It was a delicate situation, and someone SHOT AT MY BONES! Of CORSE I was frustrated!"

"Your Bones??"

"Yes, MY Bones, okay, Bones?"

"Well you're not MY Booth, so I shouldn't be YOUR Bones!"

"I'm not?! That hurts, Bones. That hurts."

So Brennan was sitting there, drinking wine-

"I was drinking beer."

So Brennan was sitting there drinking and trying to stay awake as her date bored her to death.

"If he bored me to death, which by the way is physically impossible, we wouldn't be having this conversation!"

And out of sheer boredom, she starts to look around the restaurant. A familiar figure catches her gaze, and soon they lock eyes. The pair stare lustily at each other-

"Lustily? I don't think so. She was glaring at me, big time."

"I wasn't glaring!"

"Yes you were! You were giving me the 'DEATH GLARE!'"

"Death glare?"

"Yeah, the one where you look like you want to do bodily harm to the person on the receiving end?... Bones? Real mature, the silent treatment... Bones? You there?"

The pair stare lustily at each other from across the crowded room. Brennan gets up, excuses herself from her date who is still rambling on about hearing aids-

"Oh, come on. He wasn't THAT old..."

"Yes he was, Bones."

"He was maybe... forty...nine... and three quarters..."

"See?! Old."

Brennan walked over to where Booth was sitting at the bar. She sat next to him, and asked-

"What are you doing here, hot stuff?"

"I did not!"

"But you wanted to, Bones."

"Not much." He replied. "How's your date going, Bones?"

"Better, now that you are here."

"Angela! You're making this sound like a sappy romance novel! Stop it!"

"Yeah, Ange! Skip to the good part!"

All of a sudden, the glass at the front of the restaurant shattered. More shots were fired, and people screamed and ducked under tables. Booth threw himself at Brennan, and covered her with his body, shielding her from any other bullets. They stayed like that for a few minutes, and when he was sure everything was safe, he still didn't move.

"Booth, you going to get off me anytime soon?" asked a confused Brennan.

"No."

"NO?!"

"I'm comfortable. And I really want to kiss you right now."-

"Will you please stop with the part where Booth and I make out on the floor!"

"Why?"

"Why? I just find it wildly inappropriate, that's all."

"Come on, Bones, you know you wanna..."

"Uh. Right. Bye."

"Bones! Come back! I didn't mean it!"

And so, they got back to the lab ok, and we got the bad guy. The end.

"Come on, Ange. That was a crappy ending."

"Well, I can't think of anything else to add! You two just keep denying the mutual attraction, I have nothing to go on!"

"Make something up!"

"What do we do now?"

"That's my line!"

"I don't know what that means."

"No, THAT'S your line."

"Whatever, Booth."