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O disclaimer: I do not own Bones... But you can't blame a girl for dreaming right?


Seeley Booth's apartment door flings open to reveal a smiling Dr. Temperance Brennan, armed with a plastic bag bulging with Thai food containers and a gorgeous, ice blue dress that is covered in a clear, protective wrap.

Booth: Hey Bones! I honestly wasn't expecting you to leave the Jeffersonian before nine or ten but I'm glad you're here, I'm starving!

Brennan: Actually, I was planning to get more work done but Angela made me leave, she is very determined to for us to practice this dance and get it perfect for their wedding.

Booth interprets this as if she would rather be back at the museum working and is simply being forced against her will to spend the evening with him. He becomes defensive.

Booth: Well of course she is, she just wants everything to run smoothly Saturday, and you awkwardly tripping up the steps is not part of the plan… You know Bones, weddings and marriages are a big deal to most people, even if you and your rationality think they are just archaic rituals.

Brennan: (clearly a bit hurt by his words) I know that Booth and I really do want Angela and Hodgins to be happy and if they think that marriage will make them happy, then I am behind it completely. Furthermore, if I am to be entirely honest, I have given the matter much thought and I have decided that in today's society, for mainly legal reasons, a wedding , more importantly, an official marriage license would be highly beneficial to both parties in a committed, monogamous relationship.

Booth: Wow Bones… I can't believe you just said that. I think I might really be a good influence on you!

A huge smile spreads across Booth's face as he says this, and it is soon matched by a smaller, yet equally beautiful smile from Brennan as she tilts her head up to meet his gaze. The moment between them passes and they settle onto Booth's couch and start to divvy up the Thai food between them, laughing and bickering like usual as the camera fades.

Booth is in the kitchen, just finishing washing their plates from dinner, when Brennan emerges from the bathroom, now wearing the dress she was carrying earlier. She looks absolutely stunning; the dress fits her body perfectly and the satiny ice blue makes her skin glow and her eyes appear even larger and more beautiful. Booth turns to look at her and almost drops the soapy dish in his hands.

Booth: Bones… you are… you look… (He is clearly at a loss for words and his inability to control his attraction for his partner angers him) Never mind, wait, why the hell are you wearing that?

The look in Booth's eye when he first saw her did not escape Brennan's quick mind. It was a look, unlike most, that she knew the science of well enough to decipher. A look she once explained to a certain blonde, flirty FBI agent. A look of pure attraction.

Bones: Calm down Booth, it's just my bridesmaids dress for the wedding. It is relatively long so Angela told me I needed to practice the dance while wearing it so I would be comfortable with it... oh and with the heels on too. (She lifts the bottom of the dress, exposing silver, strappy, 6-inch heels)

Booth is not pleased about the heels at all; they make her long legs even longer and her captivating eyes almost level with his.

Booth: Okay fine, wear them, whatever, let's just get started. (he holds his hand out to her, but resists making eye contact)

Bones: Oh wait a minute; I have to put on the song Angela wants us to dance too.

She runs over to her bag and takes out the copied CD, then places it in Booth's player and turns up the volume.

Booth: Wow, she made you a specific CD and told you exactly what to wear and everything? She really planned this out…

Booth sounds more nervous about what Angela's dedication to a plan might mean than impressed by her organizational skills. Brennan chuckles at Booth's apprehension and slides easily into his muscular arms as the first notes of the song fill the room…