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Brennan preferred a more elegant style with a hint of passion and a touch of flesh not this objectifying sex ensemble she was currently and uncomfortable jammed in.

The outfit wasn't historically correct or even close to accurate and no sane sensible person would ever step out onto a battle field in it.

The skin tight leather like material wrapped around her lower half barely covered her ass. The leather war skirt barely surpassed the leather skirt below it and seemed to be some strange derivative of the Roman war skirt. It was studded with evenly spaced metal caps that shined brightly in the light. The upper half of the ensemble was just as provocative and unreasonable as the lower, probably more so. It would be defined as a corset, a corset that was making it rather difficult to breath and squeezing the life out of her 'girls up top' as Angela liked to call them. The only thing keeping her from spilling over was the strange metal circular decorations right on the breast sections. From there the leather and metal shoulder straps followed the same intricate design of the "Breast Plates." To top it all off Angela had matching wrist guards, arm cuffs, and high heels, really high heels.

If Angela thought she was going to get this forensic anthropologist out of this bathroom during working hours she had thoroughly lost her mind. Brennan reached for her regular clothes only to have her fingers grasp air. She looked about the stall wildly in utter panic.

She froze and stood in shock as realization sunk in, Angela had taken her clothes. She groaned in frustration, paced the small bathroom, and tried to think of a way to get back to her office without being seen.

Coming up with a plausible plan was proving to be difficult, nothing realistic was occurring to her and she was left feeling trapped and more frustrated than ever.

A few minutes passed before a knock on the door stopped her wild thoughts and made her blood freeze.

"Sweetie, come out. I need to do your hair and makeup." demanded Angela's muffled voice.

"No!" Brennan called out as anger bubbled up from the pit of her stomach.

"Come on Bren it's not that bad."

"You took my clothes Angela, how is that not bad?!" She demanded.

A small sigh come from the other side of the door, "Come on Bren, you probably look hot." Angela said wheedling.

"I'm practically wearing a bikini! No, not even a bikini" Brennan spat out. She walked over to a mirror and groaned at the sight of the costume. "I feel like a…like a…I don't want anyone seeing me like this! It's not appropriate for the work place"

"You're coming out of there right now Brennan or I'll get a certain Special Agent to come and break down the door."

Brennan paled. That was all she needed, Booth to break down the door in a panic only to find her half naked in an outfit that would surely offend his Catholic nature.

"I'm pulling out my phone now…" taunted Angela

Brennan groped for an excuse, her best friend would do it in fact she'd get great pleasure in calling Booth. With that thought she threw open the door.

"Perfect!" Angela grinned snapping her phone shut "And don't look at me like that. You look hot. Come on, I have the make-up and hair stuff all set up in my office."

Brennan followed her as quickly as possible in six inch gladiator heels that wrapped around her calves. She kept her eyes focused on Angela's office trying to avoid the reactions of the occupants of the Jeffersonian.

"Angela!" Cam called

Brennan tried to continue to her best friend's office only to be stopped by said best friend clutching at her forearm.

"…Dr. Brennan" Cam said acknowledging the blushing Brennan then turned to Angela and struggled not to react "…Angela, I was wondering if you had the- I'm sorry" Cam said swinging her attention to Brennan unable to resist, "Dr. Brennan what exactly are you wearing?"

"Angela- I-She…needed my assistance." Brennan said embarrassed and flustered.

"Mmm, okay!" Cam responded in slight disbelief and raised her eyebrows. She turned back to Angela trying to get over the shock "So! Angela the reconstruction?"

Brennan broke away from Angela's grasp and wobbled the last few feet to Angela's office.

"You actually got her into the outfit?" Cam asked in amazement

"Didn't you see her?" Angela asked smug.

"I am impressed"

"Thank you"

"How did you manage to get her into it let alone convince her?" Cam asked as she watched Brennan attempt to pace Angela's office.

Angela snickered as she took in Cam's shocked and disbelieving face.

"I guilted her into it." Angela shrugged. "It wasn't easy though. I had to practically beg her by bringing up the fact that I help her out a LOT and that she could do this little thing for me. I did have to threaten to call Booth though before she would come out of the bathroom."

Cam smiled at the thought of Booth seeing Brennan in the outfit that was strikingly familiar to that of Xena Warrior Princess. She could just picture his jaw dropping and his eyes bulging out as he took in the small outfit that his partner and love interest was poured into.

"You should call him." Cam said suddenly with a wicked grin, loving the mental image that had formed in her mind. It would be hilarious to see what went down between the two.

"WH-What? You actually want me to call him? For real?" Angela stammered looking at Cam as if she had lost her mind and then Angela couldn't help but grin.

"Yes." Cam said plainly her wicked grin stretching further across her face. "Don't you think it would be a blast to have Seeley see Dr. Brennan dressed in that salacious outfit? Can you just imagine? He would probably faint in shock."

Angela brought the mental image to mind and couldn't resist. "Camille Saroyan I never knew you had it in you. We need to conspire more often. Okay. You can call Booth, but not until I'm done with the portrait part. If he shows up early she'll bolt before I can finish…before I can fully entrap her and she has no way to bail out"

Cam nodded and watched as Angela made her way into her office.

"It's going to be hard enough to get her to pose." Angela muttered steeling herself for an argument with Brennan.

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