Um, hands up everybody who thought that this story would never get updated. (Counts hands) Oh you too, huh? I know. I'm evil. And I can give you a great excuse, but I won't bother. I'll just let you read and enjoy:)

That Seventies Bones Part Three (and Final)!!!!

Disclaimer: With the way I update, if I owned it, you'd have to wait months between episodes.

The party was in full swing. The employees of the Medico-Legal Lab were dancing to the music, stuffing themselves and lubricating with champagne. Zach had become the impromptu deejay and he was doing a (surprisingly) good job. Everybody was still acting like it was an engagement party, going up to the partners and asking to see the ring and making ball-and-chain jokes. Booth and Brennan played along. Brennan still had on the veil and was holding the tiny diamond up to the light so it sparkled.

"Hey, it's what this party needed. A disco ball," said Angela to her best friend as she came up to the partners on the dance floor.

"If it isn't Miss Mastermind," said Booth, taking Bones' hand and giving her a twirl, "You planned this singlehandedly, I can bet."

"This is not entirely my fault. Cam is to blame really. She told me about the ring and I came rushing over to see it...Can I see it?'

Brennan stuck her hand under her best friend's nose, "Isn't it pretty?"

"Who's it for?"

Brennan spoke as Booth danced with her, rocking from side to side, "Booth's friend Cain is proposing to his girlfriend Ellie tonight. It even has an inscription that says 'Partners forever', but I can't show you since it's stuck on my finger."

"Partners forever, huh?" Angela grinned, "They sound like you guys."

Booth frowned, "No, they don't."

"They do have some similar characteristics to us, Booth. We fight crime and so do they..."

"I fight the crime, little lady." Booth dipped her. She didn't bother to correct him.

"Anyway...we are male and female partners and so are they. Cain and Ellie are close as are we."

"Okay. So maybe we're kinda like them."

Angela was still grinning, "Did you guys bring your costumes for the ball?"

"I did. Booth, did you?" Brennan asked him as he put his hands on her waist.

"Nope. I'm going back to the Bureau to change."

Cam came over, "We're out of Fritos. And one of the lab techs is drunk."

"Crap! I told Kylie not to drink more than one glass!" Angela ran off to tend to the intoxicated young woman.

"Hey you two," Cam said to the dancing partners, "Can I just say I was really looking forward to your wedding?"

"Funny." Booth laughed.

"I'm not joking," Cam said with a straight face.

They partied in the lab, almost the ball they had to attend. Hodgins had to make an announcement to clear them out and get them to go home to change. People who had carried their costumes changed quickly in their offices. Booth took off for the Hoover building and Angela ambushed Brennan in an attempt to help get her ready.

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"There, I knew you'd look good in a Farrah Flip."

Angela stood back from her handiwork and handed Brennan a mirror. She looked at her reflection and pulled her hair off her face.

With her left hand.

The gesture was not lost on Angela.

"You really like that ring, don't you?" she asked.

"Why do you say that?" Brennan asked, patting her hair with her ring hand and making the light bounce off the tiny diamond, sending a coloured light show bouncing off the walls of her office.

Angela grinned, "Just a hunch."

"Hey, you girls ready?" Cam came to the door, walking in on high white platform boots. She had on a short yellow baby doll dress and an afro wig.

"Hey, you look groovy, soul sista!" Angela complimented her.

"Why thank you. My my, what an interesting pair of shorts, Angela. And nice socks," Cam teased.

Angela's socks came up to her knees and had two blue stripes on them. Her shorts barely covered anything and the white t shirt she wore was the definition of tight. Hr head band matched her socks and her hair was in a ponytail.

"Funny. How does our resident Farrah look?" Angela made Brennan stand up and insisted on spinning her around.

"Nice."

Brennan had on a purple peasant blouse and brown bell bottom pants. She had wooden clogs on her feet.

"I feel overdressed compared to both of you," Brennan told them.

"Well, I definitely feel underdressed compared to Hodgins," Cam told them, "Come on let me show you what I mean."

They followed her out of the office, and immediately Angela started laughing. Hodgins had on a purple three-piece suit, jacket, tie and vest. His shirt was lime green. He had on a purple cape and carried a well-adorned silver stick.

"How do I look?" he asked them.

"Who are you supposed to be?" Brennan asked.

Hodgins looked hurt, "I'm a pimp, Dr. Brennan! See my cape? And my fedora?" he put the purple hat with a lime green sash on his head. Angela laughed harder.

"Well, you're definitely dressed for the part,"Cam told him.

"Where's Zach?" Angela asked, recovering from her laughing fit.

"Here."

Zach came in, wearing a white vest and bell bottom pants over a black shirt. His shoes were unbelievably shiny.

"I'm supposed to be going to the disco. However, these pants don't feel comfortable to dance in," he told them.

"You look like the character in that movie..." Brennan tried to place where she had first seen the costume.

"John Travolta played him, I think..." Cam joined her.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt the game, guys, but we gotta go pick up Booth," Hodgins told them.

They were all traveling together in a vehicle Hodgins had rented, so they followed him to the parking lot. He led them to a blue and green Volks Wagen bus.

"We're going in The Mystery Machine?" Angela asked.

"Hey, it was either this or a Shag Mobile. Hop in." Hodgins told them.

As they drove off, Brennan asked, "What is a Shag Mobile?"

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They drove up to the Hoover building, just as Booth came out of the front doors clasping a small boy's hand. Zach pulled the door open. With similar beams on their faces, they looked in on everybody.

"Parker!" everybody exclaimed joyfully as Booth took his hands and swung him up into the van.

"Hi," he found a seat on the floor as Booth stepped in and folded himself into a seated position beside his partner. He was in a brown three piece suit with a pinstripe shirt.

"Who are you supposed to be? George Jefferson?" Cam teased.

"Maybe. Who are you, Foxy Brown?"

"Probably," Cam wrinkled her nose at him.

"And who are you supposed to be Parker?" Brennan asked the little boy, looking at his oversized tie-dye t-shirt and leather sandals.

"A flower child. Mom said I have to wear a flower. I don't wanna wear a flower. Do I really have to wear a flower?" he asked the van in general.

"Give me. I'll wear the flower," Brennan offered. Parker willingly handed over the daisy he was holding.

"Man. I hope the police don't stop us," said Cam.

"We aren't doing anything illegal," Zach pointed out.

"Yeah! But can you imagine the look on that poor officer's face when a disco king, a pimp, a flower child, Farrah Fawcett, George Jefferson and Foxy Brown jump out of a VW van?"

"Why does everybody get a character but me?" Angela asked.

"Who are you supposed to be?" Zach asked politely.

Angela shrugged, "A workout girl?"

"I guess..." Cam squinted, "So I guess we're a pimp, a flower child, a disco king, a workout girl, Farrah Fawcett, George Jefferson and Foxy Brown."

"Why do I have to be George Jefferson?" Booth complained, "Lots of tv characters wore three piece suits in the seventies."

Cam shrugged, "It was the first one I thought of."

"Mom says I need a flower child name," said Parker, "Does it have to be the name of a flower?"

"No," Booth told him, "It could be...Rainbow?"

"Yuck," said Parker.

"Rain?" Zach supplied.

"Double yuck!" Parked shouted.

"You could be Sky," Cam offered.

"Yuck! There's a girl in my class named Sky and I don't like her!"

Everybody tried not to chuckle.

"What do you think, Bones?" Booth asked.

She thought a moment, "Rock."

Parker smiled, "I like that one."

"Yeah. Nice and manly," Booth commented, missing the glares the women in the van sent his way when he reached down to tickle his son.

"We're here," Hodgins announced.

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"Wow!" said Parker as they all stepped inside the roller skating rink where the Jeffersonian had decide to have their ball.

"You can say that again," Hodgins nodded.

The rink was bathed in soft lighting, but a disco ball in the middle of the room threw colourful dancing lights onto the walls. Under it, the Jeffersonian staff members, curators, and benefactors roller skated in a circle, laughing and enjoying themselves. There was a large banner, done in the colours of the rainbow, that had the words 'Jeffersonian Benefit Ball' on it on the opposite wall.

Three people skated up to them, one in tan bell bottoms and a multi-coloured shirt that was open to show his chest, the other two in matching polka-dot dresses and blonde wigs.

"Dr. Kirby?" Zach recognized the man through his large reading glasses.

"Heeey, you fly mammas and disco daddies! Ready to get down on the boogie and groove?" said Dr. Kirby.

"English, please?" Angela asked.

"Hi," he waved sheepishly.

"Dr. Thomas and Dr. Hudson, you two look great," Hodgins told the two ladies.

"We're not Dr. Hudson and Dr. Thomas tonight," Dr. Thomas told them.

"We're Summer Breeze and Jasmine," said Dr. Hudson.

"Oh, that's a song, isn't it?" Cam pointed out. They nodded.

"Well, we only stopped to get drinks, so back to the dance floor, ladies!" he took off with Summer Breeze and Jasmine close behind.

"Well, I think I'll have to go chat up the usual people," Cam sighed, "See you all later."

"We should get some skates, Bones. Parker?" Booth tugged his son along. Parker was busy gaping at Dr. Nicholls and his wife who were doing stunts on the floor, Dr. Nicholls lifting his wife onto his shoulder , lifting one leg into the air.

Angela and Hodgins had brought their own skates, and put them on quickly, racing towards the rink when they were finished. Zach was pulled away by one of the female interns towards a giant trampoline in the corner of the room. Parker, Booth and Brennan went to get their skates from the counter, the guy behind it sporting a massive Afro.

When they got their skates on, Parker started pulling Brennan's hand excitedly, "C'mon, Bones! Let's go skate!"

"Wait a second, Parker." Brennan grabbed a pair of large framed, glittery pink-tinted glasses that someone was passing out. Booth pointed and laughed at her.

"You look ridiculous!" he shouted. She pouted defiantly at him.

"No she doesn't! She looks pretty." said Parker, "Can we go skate now pleeease?"

"Alright, buddy," Booth took one hand and Brennan took the other. They went onto the rink and Parker expressed his desire to be lifted like Mrs. Nicholls was. Booth obliged, sailing around the room with his son on his shoulder and Brennan holding onto his jacket so that she didn't lose him. They skated freestyle for a while, then joined a very long conga line that Angela had started.

"Oh, no!" said Booth after a while, "Bones, look at the time!"

She checked her watch, "Almost eight. We have to go."

"Where are you going?" Parker asked.

"Daddy and Bones have to go deliver something to Uncle Cain, Parker. We'll be back soon. Are you okay to stay with Angela and Hodgins till we come back?"

Parker nodded.

"You can go eat, but not too much sugar, okay?" Booth turned to Angela, "Not too much sugar, okay?"

"I got it," Angela nodded, "Now, here are the keys to the van, and remember, it's a rental."

Booth grabbed Brennan's hand and they ran out of the skating rink and into the parking lot. Jumping into the van, Booth opened the door for Brennan and turned the key in the ignition.

"Bones?"

"Yes?" she looked at him.

"Please take off those silly glasses off before we get there. We want them to actually let us in."

"Just shut up and drive," she told him.

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They jumped out of the van and ran to the restaurant, Booth tugging Brennan by the ring hand. They got to the door and Booth ushered her into the restaurant.

"Welcome to the Bella Italia," the maitre d' welcomed them, "Do you have a reservation?"

"Um, no," Booth craned his neck looking for Cain and Ellie, "We've gotta talk to the people over there at that table."

"May I ask why, sir?' the maitre d' asked.

"We've got something for them," Booth held up Brennan's hand.

"Alright. Excuse me," he turned.

"Don't let the lady know why we're here, please?" Brennan asked.

" Certainly madam," said the maitre d'. He went over to the table.

Booth read his lips, "I think he just said the word 'rif raf'"

The maitre d' came back over and gave them a pained smile, "Yes. You are indeed expected. This way please."

They walked after him and he led them to where Cain and Ellie were sitting.

"Hey, guys! What's the doing?" Cain asked, noting that Brennan's hand was firmly clasped in Booth's, "Glad to see you."

"You two look nice," said Ellie, "Like...Jack Tripper and Chrissy Snow."

"Nah. Janet and Jack had more chemistry," said Cain, "What brings you two here?"

"You know what brings us here, Cain," said Booth.

"Who are Jack, Chrissy and Janet?" asked Brennan.

"You have it?" Cain asked.

"Have what?" Ellie asked too.

"All day!" Booth exclaimed, "It hasn't left her finger."

"What hasn't left whose finger?" Ellie asked.

"The ring," said Brennan, then she covered her mouth as Cain and Booth glared at her.

"Uh...why do I feel like she just blew my surprise? Did you get me a ring?" Ellie asked Cain in a confused voice, "Why the big secret if you got me a present?...Wait a minute."

"Ellie," Cain took his girlfriend's hand, "I love you. We're perfect together in everything and that's why we're such good partners. But, I want us to be perfect in life too. Marry me Ellie."

"What!" Ellie exclaimed, "You-you wanna marry me?"

"Haven't I made that clear?" Cain teased.

"But...just yesterday we had that big fight over that ridiculous couch you put in our office. We can't get married! I'll nag you to death!"

"Don't care. I love you, even though you remind me of my Aunt Grace. Remember my Aunt Grace, Booth?"

"Ellie's never gonna be that bad," said Booth.

"You're right. I'm immune. Elle, I love you. Marry me."

Ellie's eyes were swimming in tears. She wiped them away, "Oh, gosh, I'm such a girl."

"I had the very same reaction. Don't worry, I'm assured it's normal," said Brennan.

"Wait. You haven't answered yet," said Cain, his voice tinged with nerves.

"Yes! Yes, Cain, I wanna marry you!" Ellie exclaimed.

"Then here's your ring," Booth stretched out Brennan's hand to Ellie, "But the problem is that it's..."

But he stopped talking, his jaw dropping along with his partner's as Ellie slipped the ring off Brennan's finger easily and slipped it onto her own with a giddy smile.

"Hey!" Ellie got up and shouted to the entire restaurant, "Everybody! I'm getting married!"

A chorus of cheers and congratulations went up as Cain got up to kiss his fiancee.

"Congrats, man," said Booth, shaking Cain's hand.

"I'm happy for you two," said Brennan.

"Thank you. Maybe you two will take your relationship to the next step one day too," said Ellie.

"Now about that," Booth sought to correct her, "We really aren't dating, Ellie. When you saw us holding hands in the restaurant, we were hiding the ring from you."

"We aren't looking to become romantically involved." said Brennan.

"Yeah, right," Ellie laughed, "I bet by the time me and this guy here have babies you two will be all 2.5 and picket fence too."

"Sorry. No way." Booth threw his hand over Brennan's shoulder, "It worked for you guys, but not for us."

"Babies?" said Cain, his eyes wide, "I was thinking more along the lines of 'baby'."

"One? I don't want one baby, Cain! I want...five."

"Five! Are you crazy!? We can't have five kids!"

"But...I was an only child. I know how lonely it can get."

"But five kids, Elle?"

"We're gonna go..." said Booth and he and Brennan turned towards the exit, leaving the other partners bickering.

Once they were outside, Booth and Brennan expelled simultaneous audible breaths, looked at each other and laughed.

"They're quite interesting," said Brennan.

"Yeah. I bet the wedding's gonna be great. Cain always knew how to throw a party."

"Hmm...I want to go," Brennan looked up at Booth, "Do you think they will invite us?"

"Are you kidding?" Booth slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her to him, "Without us they wouldn't have gotten engaged. They have to invite us."

Brennan leaned her head on his shoulder, "I wonder why Ellie is so convinced that we are together. Not that you and I aren't compatible, but we don't behave like a couple, do we?"

"Uh...no. I guess maybe she's like Angela. Loves looking for things that aren't there. We are definitely not like that."

"Definitely not."

"No way."

"Absolutely not."

"Nope. Not at all."

"You're in kissing distance."

"That's cause I wanna kiss you."

"Then why don't..."

Cutting off her words, Booth captured her lips with his and pulled her closer.

When they pulled apart, they were both wide-eyed with surprise.

"Why did you kiss me?" Brennan asked.

"I guess...it's cause your hair looks so cute like that."

"I doubt that was the reason..."

"Hey you two!"

They turned towards the restaurant where Ellie and Cain were hanging out the door.

"We want you two to be our maid-of-honour and best man!" Ellie shouted.

"Can you do it?" Cain asked.

"I will!" Booth shouted back, "What about you Bones?"

She thought a moment, "Sure."

"She'll do it too!" Booth shouted again. Cain and Ellie smiled.

"Thank you," said Ellie, "And you two? I saw that." She winked at them and followed her fiancé back inside.

"Dammit," Booth whispered, before kissing his partner again.