This is my first ever fanfic, so please go easy. Heck, it's my first piece of writing that's not for school, period. Don't go too easy, though. I dunno, do what you want! I will be adding more soon!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, or any other fictional characters mentioned throughout the story.

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"Ange, why can't I just change in the bathroom like everyone else?" asked Brennan as she was being ushered through he office door.

Angela shut the door behind them and closed the blinds. "Because, Sweetie, your outfit requires… special attention, if you will. Frankly, I'm not sure you'd be able to put it on correctly without me being here."

"Why is it special? I refuse to dress up as your twin or something along those lines as a 'bunny.' I don't think I would feel comfortable at…" Brennan trailed off as Angela pulled her costume out of its bag.

Angela stood there with a look on her face that was like the look on the face of a five year old kid when they just got away with stealing a piece of candy from their Halloween stash. She was obviously very pleased with herself.

"But Ange…" started Brennan, picking up the plastic bag and peering inside. "Where's the rest of it?"

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"What the…?"

Booth stood in the men's room staring at his costume in disbelief. 'She does not expect me to wear this. No way that's gonna happen.'

He stood for a moment longer before he decided to just go for it. 'Everyone else went all out, I guess it wouldn't hurt if I did too.'

"…Right?" he asked his reflection in the mirror.

Booth undid his belt buckle and started to unbutton his shirt, sighing.

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Meanwhile Zach, Hodgins, and Cam were standing on one of the metal bridges looking down at the pulled shades and locked door of Brennan's office. They were debating what Angela could possibly have in store for the two partners.

"I think Dr. Brennan should be dressed up as someone… respectable. Like Cleopatra, or some influential Greek Goddess. It would only suit her personality." Stated Zach.

Hodgins cackled. "Dude, if you knew Angela any where near as well as I do, you would realize that there is no way Brennan is gonna be dressed up in anything 'respectable.'"

"I'm more curious about what Angela has given Booth to wear." Said Cam, fiddling with one of the little jack-o-lantern lights that were hung over the railing. "Let's head back down. I think it's been ten minutes."

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Angela had taken full advantage of Brennan's trust in her taste. Her best friend stood before her in full costume attempting to arrange the final touches on her own.

"No, Sweetie. That's not on right."

Angela walked over to Brennan and started making the proper adjustments. "This strap goes down here, And this is tied too tight. It's supposed to be looser, more open. That's better."

Brennan gasped as Angela stepped away to admire her work. "Angela, that's much too open! I'm… exposed! Though… I can breathe better this way…."

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Booth picked up his prop and looked himself over in the mirror. "Angela, you owe me big time for this," he growled to the non-existent artist before getting ready to walk out the door. 'Here goes nothing….'

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Angela poked her head out Brennan's office door and looked over towards the restrooms. Cam, Zach, and Hodgins were standing there and waiting for Brennan and Booth's big unveiling.

"Everyone close your eyes!" called Angela as she led Brennan out the door and towards the others. She called to Booth through the men's room door. "Ready, G-Man?"

"…Yeah," came the muffled response from the very uncovered FBI agent.

'I am so ready for this,' thought Angela. "Come out with your eyes closed, Booth. Bren, cover yours."

Within a few seconds, the whole gang was standing ready with their eyes shut.

"Three… two… one… OPEN!" she cried, not even bothering to mask her excitement.

"Wow." This response had come from everyone simultaneously. Booth, Zach, and Hodgins' eyes were all turned towards a blushing Brennan. She, Cam, and Angela were all gaping at Booth, mouths open.

Booth was dressed as Tarzan, which was a very flattering look for him. Bare chest, arms and legs really showed off that sculpted, two-hours-a-day-at-the-gym body. Rock hard everywhere. In his hand, he held a wooden club.

'My evil plan is working.' Thought Angela happily. 'They can't take their wyes off of each other!'

Angela had chosen a classic but sexy outfit for Brennan. A French maid. She wore a black corset top adorned with white lace and some very thin strings running down the middle holding it all together in the front. There was at least and inch of skin showing through the strings. The skirt had very little material to it. It was black with white lace coming out of the bottom. Fishnets and a matching bonnet and feather duster polished off her look.

No one spoke. Neither Brennan nor Booth could help but be blatantly obvious as they ran their eyes up and down each other's every curve, groove, nook and cranny.

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A/N: There's more to come, I promise. The next chapter is where it'll get good! It's currently being created in my head as we speak.