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Angela sat in front of a computer terminal just outside the museum's latest exhibit. The huge room in front of her was an honest to goodness virtual reality theater. Come Monday morning, the guests of the theater would be treated to an experience like none other; and, it was her job to make sure that it was properly programmed for the exhibit opening. Of course, that's not what she was currently working on. She'd finished that project a week ago. No. Her current project was much more important to her than that. She had spent the last week bent over her keyboard creating the perfect romantic getaway for her best friend. Not that her best friend knew that just yet. Booth had so better love me for this.

"Hey, Angela!"

Speak of the hunky devil. She looked over to the entrance and smiled. "I'll accept appreciation in the form of fine jewelry and assistance with the nasty speeding ticket I got two weeks ago, Booth."

Booth offered her a charm smile before handing her a box of rich, Belgian chocolate. "I hope this will do for now. So, how does this Star Trek thingy work?" Angela accepted the box of chocolate with a smile before indicating a seat next to her.

"Okay, I'll keep this as non-squinty as possible. What I've done is transfer the video footage to the virtual reality chamber. With advanced knowledge of how the human brain functions we've been able to create an experience that lets you feel the surrounding scenery."

"So, it'll seem completely real?" When she nodded, he looked impressed. "That's cool. Do I get to talk to the computer, too?"

Laughing, Angela nodded her head yes. "Once you're inside, there will be voice recognition protocols that allow you to end the running program. Otherwise, you wouldn't know where the exit door was. And, even though nothing that the program creates can be removed from the room, I've arranged to place items inside for your use."

Booth narrowed his eyes at her. "What kind of items?"

"It's nothing like that, I promise. I figure you'll probably want to eat, maybe go swimming in the ocean, so I have some suits and food placed inside for both of you."

"And how, exactly, would you know what size I am?" Angela smirked and looked over Booth for a moment.

"It's one of my many talents."

"Right. Why am I not surprised?" He chuckled before looking over his shoulder, just to make sure no one was around. "I have something out in the SUV that I'd like to have ready for Bones. If I get it to you, would you make sure it's there before morning?"

Copying his earlier look, she smirked and asked, "What kind of something?"

Laughing, Booth pointed a finger at her. "Nothing like that." Then, flushing slightly, he continued, "Seriously, it's just a little something that I want to give to her. So she has a souvenir from her trip."

Angela really tried hard to suppress an excited squeal. Booth just rolled his eyes and turned to the doorway. As he exited, he ran right into Brennan.

"Booth, what are you doing here?" Tempe looked at him, a slight flush overcoming her cheeks.

"Angela was showing me how this virtual reality thing works. I'll see you later, okay?" He offered her a smile before heading out of the lab. Tempe watched him leave and took his vacated seat.

"What did he want really?"

Angela smiled at her friend's suspicious nature. Keeping her features completely serious, she responded, "He wanted to know what I consider to be the most pleasurable sexual position for a woman. Something about someone that he wants to try it out with." She tilted her head to the side. "He wouldn't really tell me who, though." Shrugging, she did her best not to laugh at Brennan's outraged expression. "Why? Did you need him for something?"

"He asked you about sex? And you answered? What did you tell him?" Temperance moved from outrage to burning curiosity in a nanosecond.

Hook, line and sinker. Angela lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, do you remember that marathon sex weekend I had with Jonathan a couple of years ago?"

Brennan's eyes widened. "The weekend where you and he spent the day by the Reflecting Pool and…" She suddenly had problems catching her breath. Surely Booth wouldn't want to…not somewhere…

"Uh huh." Angela gazed up to the ceiling, reminiscing with a smile. "God that was such a great day."

"You...he...I'm sure that's not what he's planning." Tempe was having trouble speaking. She remembered what Angela had said about that weekend. Angela walked funny for two days afterwards.

"Well, if that's what you want to believe, Sweetie, then go right ahead." Angela turned back to her computer program, trying to fight the smirk that was threatening to break out on her face. "Oh, and could you send in Zack? I need to go over some algorithms with him."

"You are not getting out of talking about this that easily, Ange. Now I want to know everything you told him." Brennan crossed her arms and looked petulantly at her best friend.

"Bren…Sweetie. Don't you think you should be a little less worried about Booth's sexy Sunday romp and a little more concerned with your own date for tomorrow? You know, you never did tell me who you were seeing." Angela raised one eyebrow in challenge.

Flustered and now knowing how to answer, Brennan quickly stood up. "You know what, Ange? You're probably right. Did you say you need to see Zack? I'll just go find him." She hurried toward the exit. As she started to round the corner, Angela saw her pull her cell phone out of her pocket and jab a speed dial button.

"Uh oh." Angela grinned and returned to her computer.

Booth had just reached his SUV when his cell phone rang. He looked at the caller id curiously before answering the phone.

"Bones, what's up?"

"What did she tell you, and for that matter what did you say to her?"

"Whoa there slick, what are you talking about?"

"What do you think I'm talking about. Angela told me about the marathon sex you were planning."

Booth ran into his car door. Glancing around to make sure no one had seen him, he said, "What?"

Brennan's agitation carried clearly through the connection. "Sex, Booth. Lots of sex. A whole day of sex. Like she had with Jonathan by the Reflecting Pool!" Her voice had risen to the point that Booth pulled the phone from his ear.

"Bones, I don't know what Angela told you, but we didn't talk about sex." He climbed into the SUV. "But, just out of curiosity, how does this 'marathon whole day of sex' thing go? Unless you'd be more comfortable if I asked her for the details? I'm sure Angela has a few ideas that would prove worthy of investigation."

"Ugh." Booth looked curiously at the phone in his hand. The line went dead. Did she just hang up on me? I can't believe it; she hung up on me.

Angela watched as Brennan stormed back into her office. The entire lab was watching Brennan, as the volume of her voice had drawn their attention at the phrase "A whole day of sex." Angela snorted with laughter, but knew she was in for it later. As long as she calms down first...

Angela then saw Brennan come out of her office long enough to spy Zack. "Zack! Go see Angela." She was already back in her office by the time Zack called to her with, "But, I've already talked to Angela about sex."

XXXXXX

Brennan paced in her apartment, looking at the clock. She hadn't gotten any sleep because her mind had been occupied with thoughts of sex with Booth. A glance at her clock told her that it was 5:45 in the morning. Quickly, she looked over her clothes, hoping that her khaki cargo pants, tight black t-shirt and hiking boots were appropriate. She had done what Booth asked and packed a bag with a change of clothes. Butterflies filled her stomach again as she began to fiddle with her necklace. Booth's too much of a gentleman to have a day of sex planned for a first date. He wouldn't do that... Visions of him filled her head again, making her blush, though no one was there to see it.

Sitting down on a chair, she glanced at her watch again. 5:46. She stood up and grabbed her cell phone. Hitting Angela's speed dial number, she started to pace.

She had almost given up when she finally heard Angela's voice saying, " H'lo?"

"Angela! Are you awake?" Ten steps to the counter. Turn. Ten steps to the living room. Turn.

Angela, lifting her head from Brennan's office couch to glance at the time, groaned. "Bren, what the hell? It's not even 6 in the morning."

"You don't really think he's planning a marathon day of sex, do you?"

"Bren, it's the butt crack of dawn and you're asking if Booth is planning a day of sex. Did you sleep at all?" Angela rubbed the palm of her hand over her eyes. So this is what Brennan put up with on her all-night bones examinations. She didn't know what the appeal was.

"No!" Realizing that Angela could use that as ammunition, she changed it to, "Yes! A little." Sighing, she dropped gracelessly into the chair. "Not really."

Angela placed a hand over her mouth to hide her laugh. Taking a deep breath, she tried to help her friend. "Honey, what's wrong? So Booth has a date and might have some sex. Don't you think he's earned it after everything else that's happened lately? Besides, you have your own date for today. Don't sell yourself short. It may end up with you having a pretty good time yourself. "

"Angela! That's not the point!"

"Then what is the point, Bren? You're not making any sense, and I haven't had much sleep. So, help me out a little."

Brennan groaned and quickly told her what the problem was. Unfortunately, all Angela could hear was, "…lied…date is with…don't know what to do."

"Huh?"

Brennan took a deep breath to calm her growing panic. She repeated her statement to Angela, knowing she was in for an inquisition.

"I said, I lied to you. My date is with Booth, and I don't know what to do."

"Sweetie, first off, you need to calm down. Being panicked and tired will get you nowhere." Brennan looked at the phone as if it had grown a second head.

"No squeal? No million questions?"

"Bren, at this point, I'm pretty sure I know more about what's going on today than you do."

"He isn't really planning...you know...is he?"

"Only in my wildest dreams," was Angela's wistful response. With a sigh, she offered the only advice that she had. "Sweetie, Booth has a little more respect for you than that. Now, I'm not saying he wouldn't think about it in the future. But, just for today, relax and accept what he offers of himself. He's gone to a lot of trouble to make today special for you."

"Why? How do you know what he's done? Ange…what's going on?"

"Sorry, sweetie. That's not my tale to tell. But, just trust me. You're going to have the best date of your life. Let yourself enjoy it. Okay?"

"I – " A solid knock pulled her attention to the door.

"Ange, I have to go. Booth just got here." Brennan shut her phone and rushed to the door to answer it. As the door opened, Booth turned to face her, a cup of coffee in his hand for her.

"Morning, Bones. Thought you might like a little morning pick-me-up." He handed the coffee to her and smiled. "You look...good." Brennan thought his tone was a little odd until she realized that Booth was wearing something similar, khakis and a black tee shirt. Her eyes widened.

"Oh, maybe I should go change."

He grabbed her shoulder before she could walk away. "You're perfect the way you are, Bones. You don't need to change. In a way, it's just going to be the two of us today, anyway."

"What does that mean?"

With his trademark smirk, he pointed to her pack. "Just grab that and come on. You'll find out once we get there."

Remembering what Angela had said, she set her doubts aside and did as he requested. Speaking of Angela… "Booth?"

He rested a hand on her back as they exited and waited for the elevator. "Yeah?"

Somewhat unsure, she asked the one question she needed an answer to. "What exactly did Angela have to do with this date?" She was fairly certain that the idea for the date had been Booth's. But, she couldn't stop the nagging thought that maybe he had been coerced into it by her enthusiastic friend.

"You'll see when we get there."

"Why? Where are we going?"

"Bones, just trust me." She nodded at him as he led her to his SUV. For once, she was going to attempt to not analyze the situation and just enjoy her time with Booth, so to say she was shocked when they arrived at the Jeffersonian was an understatement.

"Booth, would it be considered a violation of trust to ask why you brought me to work?"

He laughed at her puzzled expression. "I'm not taking you to work, Bones. There are other parts to the building, you know."

That didn't clear anything up at all. "So, you're taking me to tour the museum? A museum where I am often forced to act as a glorified tour guide for visiting dignitaries."

"Bones, just get out of the car."

She huffed once, then climbed out and followed him inside. As they approached the Virtual Reality theater, Booth stopped Brennan and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a blindfold. Brennan arched her eyebrow, but said nothing as he placed it over her eyes.

"Once everything is prepared, I'll take off the blindfold, but until then..."

She smirked. "Until then you're going to use the technique from the third romp Angela had that day by the Reflecting Pool?"

She was rewarded when his hands faltered and the blindfold slipped. "That's not…I mean, I wasn't planning on…"

Feeling sorry for him, she laughed. Then, looking him in the eye, she said, "It's ok, Booth. Go ahead and tie it. I trust you."

He grinned before finishing with the knots. Once done, he stepped over to the computer and entered in the parameters that Angela had given him. That done, the doors to the theater slid open. Booth stood there, momentarily stunned by what he saw. Wow, she really is good. He shook his head and took Brennan's hand to lead her into the theater. As they began to move, Brennan inhaled.

"Do I smell flowers?"

"Yes."

Realizing his short answer meant he was turning it into a game, she smiled. "And, is that incense?"

He took a deep breath and realized that he could smell a spicy scent drifting from the distant market. "Mmhhmmm."

"Booth, I can faintly smell the ocean air. How is that possible?"

"Well, you'll have to ask Angela for the details on that one. I just chose the location." He led her closer to the marketplace and heard the doors slide shut behind them.

Seeley then stood behind her and untied the blindfold.

"Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

"Good." He dropped the blindfold, and watched as she looked around, stunned. She turned to face him, her shock evident.

"Is this Bali?"

Booth nodded his head and stumbled backwards slightly as she threw her arms around his neck.

XXXXXX

Angela drew back into the hallway with a soft smile. She had just watched Booth lead her friend into the VR theater. I can't believe she actually let him put a blindfold on her. Knowing that she had now done everything she possibly could to ensure her friend's happiness this day, she shuffled to her office to gather her purse and sketchbook. I might not be able to sketch Bali, but I can go to The Mall later this afternoon.

As she entered her office, she glanced at the clock and groaned. She should definitely still be sleeping. She rounded her desk and sat down in order to reach for her bag. It was then that she saw the Priority Memo placed on her keyboard.

Curious, she picked it up and looked it over.

Ms. Montenegro, the Sunday before exhibit opening you will be hosting a tour of the new facility for a few of our donors. Please dress conservatively as these are very important guests. The tour is scheduled to start at noon.

Uh oh. Angela set the memo down. Even the brief time she'd been in her office would be enough to lose both Booth and Brennan. She had to call in reinforcements.