An F.B.I. Gala by Daughter of the Black

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, if I staged a crime, and framed Sully, do you think I would get away with it…anybody want to help? If I did own Bones, Sully would have been embarrassed and warned off Tempe by her infamous father…maybe when he comes back…if, if he comes back! I don't own anything else you recognize yadayadayada.

A/N: Italics are thoughts outside of quotes, and emphasis otherwise. Enjoy! Read and Review! This is exciting…I want bones episodes….tear!

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Booth watched anxiously as the floors slipped passed, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13…he licked his lips, suddenly feeling more nervous than he had on his first date in middle school. His brother had always been really suave and popular, Seeley had been too, but not until his brother had already been down that road.

He started rocking back and forth, hands in pockets; Bones was standing with her arms crossed. At last he managed to clear his throat, "So Bones, are we going to rock the Casbah?"

Bones turned to face him, "Booth, I have no idea what stones have to do with Iran besides the obvious geography, I mean, Iran does have a significant number of stones I suppose."

"Uhh, the Casbah…oh never mind. Are you ready to show these stiff suits what a scientist can do?" Booth had scrunched up his eyes in amusement and slight annoyance.

Brennan frowned, "I thought you called me a squint instead of a scientist?"

Booth coughed, "You're my partner, so I am showing respect." Booth sidestepped the question, giving one he thought 'appropriate'.

Booth stared at the ceiling; wait, were the lights flickering, yes. Then they were plunged into darkness, he didn't mind, but then he heard the ragged breathing, and the whimpering. He gulped, the elevator had stopped, what the hell was going on.

"Bones…Tempe, the elevator is stopped," he wondered briefly if she had claustrophobia. No, she had been in plenty dark, tight places before, but she had never whimpered.

"B-Booth?" Bones' voice was halting and breathy.

"Yeah?"

"I don't like this."

He shook his head, "Me either Bones, me either."

"No, I mean I really don't like this. I'm scared," her confession was so quiet, that Booth had to strain to hear it. Oh shit, of course, how could I forget. Because she never told you, you idiot. Stupid Gravedigger. What should I do…ooh, maybe I should… Booth squinted to see in the dark…look who's squinting now…focus!... Seeing a figure pressed against the corner he spoke in a warm tone, "Hey bones, what I'm about to do is going to seem really alpha male, but bear with me."

So saying, Booth engulfed her tiny hand in his large, warm ones, that done, he gave it a gentle tug. That was her only warning, then she was held tightly against him, she laid her cheek against his broad, firm chest and closed her eyes, allowing Booth to wrap his arms around her waist and back.

His voice reverberated in his chest, making her tingle, and snuggle closer, "Tempe, that's a good girl, listen to my heart, breathe with me. Okay?"

Temperance nodded and responded to the affectionate form of her name, "Booth, you have your gun with you, right?"

Resting his chin on the top of her coiffed hair he smiled in the dark, "Two. It's the most important thing I learned from boy-scouts."

He felt her move as she laughed and finished her dry sobbing, "What, always carry two guns?"

Now he knew she was going to be okay, "Yeah, that and my and I quote 'alpha male tendencies'."

Swallowing and burrowing back against the warmth she smiled slightly, "What about your chivalry and acting skills?"

Booth grinned even more, "That was my time in girl-scouts."

Bones was shaking, and then her soft laughter pierced the silence, "So that's where you learned to color coordinate and cook."

"Actually my mom taught me to cook, you know, I think she would like to meet you. We could make a day trip out of it, we could write if off as partner bonding time. Free vacation time!"

Brennan giggled, "You can cook?"

Booth lost a little of his excitement, she didn't want to meet his family, "Yeah, I can cook, I make a mean steak."

Tempe pulled back a little and punched Seeley lightly in the shoulder, "All this time we've been eating out you could have been working on your culinary skills. Now I am going to have to eat some of your cooking!"

Booth regained his livelihood, "Alright, but, you have to do something for me that you didn't tell me about." Please let it be a striptease, or a pole dance…nah too dirty. Dancing, oh yeah, she can dance. Please let her agree!

Tempe bit her lip, what can I do…hmm, oh, that isn't a bad idea. Let's keep him in suspense, Oh shut it Angela! "Okay, but, I'm not telling you what I'm doing, it's a surprise."

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Meanwhile…

A very familiar man flicked the elevator operation switch, Mwahhahaha! Evil is fun…cough

Sam Cullen rubbed his hands gleefully, the first stage of the experiment was a success. He watched as his two subjects got very close, Agent Smith had just lost the betting pool. The Deputy Director who had decided to field this operation moved to power up the elevator when a thought came to him, why ruin this moment. He chose to let them enjoy the situation for a few more minutes.

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The elevator shuddered and came to life, the lights blinding the two people who had been in the dark for quite some time. Bones pulled away from her 'knight in shining FBI standard-issue body armor' as Angela would say, and those words were echoing in Temperance's head. Giving her hero a small smile, she turned and straightened her dress, she flipped open her compact and checked her make-up. Okay, everything was good. She put on a smile and spun to face her partner, her dress swirled and swished elegantly, drawing Booth's attention to the rather risqué dress.

He cleared his throat and he tugged at his collar, "Once the other agents see you in that dress, I'll be have to fend them off with fire because they'll be like cavemen."

"Why would they be like cavemen?"

Booth coughed, "Because you look gorgeous. Is Sully coming?"

Tempe softened at his answer and then clenched her jaw and rolled her eyes at the other man's name, "I assume so, required FBI party."

Both rocked back and forth on his heels, "So…why didn't you go with him?"

"Because somebody already asked me."

Booth gulped, and his eyes widened in horror, "Who!?!?!?"

Bones smothered her smile, "Well, his name is Seeley, and he has really good bone structure."

Booth was slack jawed, "I don't like him, he sounds like an idiot, I mean what kind of name is Seeley, I mean come on I'm much better looking than this guy, right?"

Bones watched as her partner, the suave, competent, not socially awkward man seemed to have several strokes as he tried desperately to comprehend what was going on.

The doors of the elevator dinged open, and Tempe walked out of them, leaving a stunned agent behind. It took a moment, but she heard his voice calling out to her, she turned around and watched as Seeley jogged to reach her.

Flashing his charm smile Booth linked arms with his 'date', "Hey Bones, that was mean. Now, you are going to have to face your punishment."

Bones smiled, returning a half charm smile, "It's your own fault for forgetting your own name…Wait, punishment?!?!..."

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Ahh, a chapter done, I blame the wait on not having any bones to watch. So Sully will be gone in the next chapter hopefully. I really didn't plan on the elevator thing, but it just happened…it was kind of like I was possessed. Any questions or comments. Review, and check out the first story in this series. It explains some things. Flash backs to come…hopefully. Hope you all enjoyed this.

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