A/N: Hey folks. Hope life's been trating you well. I don't have a clue when I last posted and I'm sorry for the wait. I've had exams recently and been spending much of my time studying. So here's the 'good' chapter I promised y'all.

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Angela and Hodgins could not stop smiling the next day. They couldn't help it. After what they had seen transpire between their friends, well it was no wonder they were practically skipping to the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies.

Hodgins was searching for something on the computer when he saw Booth enter with a wrapped box under his arm. He waved at Hodgins and then continued on his way to his office. The door was shut behind.

Hodgins was intrigued. He saw Angela and shouted her over before the pair made their way to their usual spots outside the office door.

And quietly, they watched the conversation happen.

"Hey Bones," Booth smiled affectionately at her. She looked up from her pile of work.

She smiled back at him. "Hey," she whispered back.

This is when she noticed the box under his arm. Brennan nodded towards it. "What's that?" she asked, eyeing it curiously.

"Oh this," Booth said, presenting it to her. "It's a present for you."

"And it's not even my birthday," she said, touched. She tossed her pen down and slid off her seat.

"No, but this is my way of saying thanks for letting me share your office," Booth stated uncertainly. He put the present on her desk as she came round to his side of the table.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," she said, her eyes glittering prettily. " I wouldn't have you sent to another office."

Booth grinned while Brennan set to work on the box. She flopped down on the couch and began ripping off the paper.

He could see the excitement dancing on her face and it pleased him that in some small way, he'd made her happy.

"When is your birthday?" he asked, suddenly worried that he'd missed it.

"March second," came her reply as she got down to the box and slit open the flaps.

"That's in three weeks!" he said, surprised she hadn't mentioned it.

"And?" she questioned, looking up at his face.

"Well, I thought you might wanna do something together," he said sheepishly, immediately becoming shy.

Not even finishing opening her present, Brennan got up and placed her arms around Booth's waist.

"Don't look so embarrassed. Of course I want to spend it with you," she said, hugging him tightly.

Booth returned her hug before shooing her back to the present. "Go on," he encouraged. "Open it!"

She lifted out the heavy object and removed the bubble wrap. " A CD player?" she said, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"I know you're not so much a TV person and I like to listen to a beat when I write reports. So I thought we could have a little bit of music in here," he said, taking it off her and setting it on one of her many shelves.

"It's got a radio too," he said, flicking it on and returning to the empty box. A female speaker said, " And here's a pretty one for the lovers."

"I'll change the station," he said, beginning to hurry back to it when Brennan placed a hand on his forearm.

"It's fine Booth," she said, both her eyes and mouth smiling reassuringly at him.

As the slow chords of the song began, Booth took a chance.

He slipped his hand round her waist and pulled her in close. Her hand shifted from his forearm to being hooked round his neck.

And their hands met in the middle, intertwining fingers.

They began to dance, slowly at first, intimately. Her head was practically tucked under his chin and if he pulled her in any closer, she would be a part of him.

Not that she wasn't already. The music picked up it's pace slightly. And so did they.

Booth pushed Brennan away from him, so that she uncurled away from him, still holding her hand. She tapped her heels dangerously on the floor. He took his cue and rolled her back in a tight loop, with her back against his chest.

They revolved faster around the room, holding the pair outside the door, transfixed.

Zack was about to approach the two hiding outside the door when Angela saw him and shook her fist in warning at the young anthropologist. He really didn't want Angela to pull out her handbag and beat him with it.

Booth put his hand up high and twirled Brennan underneath it a couple of times. He dipped her down sexily before pulling her up fast, making her hair swish back to her shoulders.

As the last notes of the song began to flow, the pair were so wrapped up in the beat that it seemed natural that Booth lift her from the floor. She stretched out one of her long legs, one foot pointed towards the sky as the other trailed along the carpet , as Booth brought her slowly around.

It was here the song stopped. Brown eyes were locked with blue ones. Their faces were so close they could almost touch. Angela and Hodgins had to resist pressing their faces against the window.

Booth gently set her down again and they continued to stare deeply at one another. They came back to themselves and broke slightly apart before they both sat heavily on the couch. Not one word had been uttered in the whole five minutes. They didn't need to, their actions did all the talking for them.

"Better not do that every time a good song's on, otherwise we'll never solve any cases," Brennan commented, trying to break the awkward atmosphere that had settled on them.

"Yeah," Booth nodded, settling back into the couch for a much deserved rest.

Angela and Hodgins both went home that night exceptionally tired, feeling as though they had run a marathon rather watch their friends dance. The strain had apparently been too much on their match-making hearts.