Observing the crowd of guests present at the party, Emma clutched her fists. "I hate parties like this," she said. Dressed in a strapless dark red dress, going only two inches below her knees which fitted well with the color of her hair and eyes, she felt Brennan taking one of her hands.

"If I can manage, you can manage," Brennan tried to encourage her. Having a gray jacket with a shirt and pants of the same color, he glanced at his friend and then whispered, "Just don't go adding to your stories that you're pregnant tonight, alright?"

This comment certinaly managed to losen Emma up a little as she couldn't help but to let out a giggle. "Actually, I was thinking of mentioning that." And touched the skin of his hand, gently with her fingers. While walking towards the guests, her lips having returned their flat shape, got mosturized when she slightly touched them with her tongue. "And let us try to avoid any comments which might lead us to...eurgh...kiss."

"Fine with me," Brennan agreed, not looking at her.

"Come in here!" Emma grabbed Brennan's arm, leading him in the ladies restroom.

Checking to make sure noone was in the room with them, Emma afterwards turned to Brennan. "What did you find?" He asked her.

"I found where he's keeping the virus." Emma sounded both certain and excited. "It's in a small safe in his suite."

"Not surprising." Brennan shrugged. "Either way, good work, Sherlock." A soft smile decorated his lips. A moment later, they heard the door open, and a split second after, Emma's gaze from the door turned towards Brennan before she shuved herself towards him, pinning him on the wall, pressing her lips against his. Two young women had entered. When they saw the two strangers at their little "love fest", the women looked at each other and giggled. "I can't remember the last time Tom and I did this," one said to the other.

Brennan in the meantime had wrapped his arms firlmy around Emma's waist, trying to make it seem more convincing. One of the women had rushed to the toilet, while the other one stood infront of the mirror, fixing her make up, she did not appear to be too bothered about what this young couple was doing against the wall to her left side. Brennan quickly glanced over at where the woman was, and managed to litteraly toar away his lips from Emma's to whisper, "If we don't have anything else confidential to say, we should maybe return to the party now," and then took a deep breath before he continued kissing Emma.

"No," Emma managed to say as she was in the process of taking in enough air. "We'll continue the talk upstairs," she said and captured Brennan's lips again. The facade which they had to keep up, seemed incredibly convincing at this moment. Managing to keep their minds occupied with other thoughts, the two mutants gave one last long kiss to each other before breaking apart. Their eyes however remained fixed at one another a while longer as even they were surprised from the intensity of their make out session. Brennan then took Emma's hand and without anyone of them saying anything, left the rest room.

"Oh, Kristine! Tom was looking for your husband to have a talk with him about his bussiness." An eldery woman with a bubbly personality approached them as Emma was trying to straighten her hair.

Brennan turned to his "wife" and kissed her cheek gently. "I'll be right back, honey," he said and went to where the other gentlemen were.

Emma barely took her eyes off him until the eldery woman managed to catch her attention. "Kristine, I forgot to introduce you to my daughter Maggie."

Emma saw a blonde girl around the age of 16 standing next to her. "Hi."

"Hey." Emma smiled and glanced at Brennan.

"I'll leave you two," the eldery woman said and left the two girls.

"That's your husband?" Maggie asked her after following Emma's gaze.

"Yep." Emma nodded. Why was she continuing to look at Brennan?

"He's really...um handsome." Maggie saw Emma turning to her.

"If you say he is." Emma shrugged.

Maggie noticing Emma's swollen lips, grined. "Oh so that's what you two were doing in the toilet," she said and nodded towards Emma who with hearing this looked down with a giggle.

"What can I say." Emma returned her eyes at Maggie. "We suddenly got this urge." Work or no work, Emma really felt as she wanted to blush. Blush? This surprised her. They had to do something to hide their cover, why was that sudden action which they, she had to take in the toilet, made her cheeks want to turn red?

"You must be very happy together," Maggie said and sighed.

"Yes, we are. Six years and still going."

"Six years? Wow!" Maggie was amazed. "But then with a husband like that I'd be happy too." And both laughed of whom only Maggie's laughter was genuine.

"No kids yet?"

'Well..." Emma bit her lip and tapped her belly. "I'm in the second week now." She said. Ah it was tempting for her to say that.

"Congratulations! Boy or girl?" This young girl seemed full with questions. "We like to keep it a surprise," Emma replied. She had seemed to have fun with this pregnant bit and sent a grain of that emotion to Brennan, after which she received a response from him that if it could be expressed with the face, she would see him shaking his head and trying to cough. This made her give a grin, but that was short as something else pulled it away.

"How did you meet?" Maggie then asked.

"I don't mean to be rude, but why are you so interested in us?" Emma asked Maggie.

"Because you two seem so perfect together!" Maggie replied, this sounded naive but the girl was only being honest. "And I've noticed you this morning at breakfast and you really did look like you were so in love with each other."

Emma watched Maggie with surpise in her eyes. Her and Brennan must've put on a convincing act indeed. She then almost felt sorry for this girl's innosence. "We met on a vacation in Germany..." She sighed. "It was one of those love-at-first-sight things."

"Oh those happen so rearely, and in your case it's really something."

"Yes, I know," Emma tried to sound flattered. In fact she was feeling a bit uneasy by the answers she had to give. She could now imagine Brennan's reaction to this...more teasing. Great, she thought, not too happy about that.

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Emma asked her.

"No. Wish I could find someone like your husband though."

"Hmm. I wouldn't reccomend it. He's not really prince charming," Emma said.

"Going to intoduce me to this gorgeous woman?" Emma suddenly heard a male voice.

"D'oh. Kristine, this is my brother Rick," Maggie intoduced them.

When Emma looked at Rick she was momenteraly left without words. The man in front of her must've been one of the most gorgeous people on the planet. He looked the same age as Brennan, only being slightly taller and with blond hair. He had blue eyes instead of brown, and Emma had hoped for brown. Since when? she asked herself, surprised by this wish.

"Kristine. Beautiful name," Rick said. He was obviously trying to flirt with Emma and she could read that easily, in fact, you didn't have to be a telempath to see it.

"I..." Emma was about to say something when Maggie did instead.

"She's married, Rick. Don't try anything," His sister warned him.

"Such a shame. Well, very interesting meeting you, Kristine." Rick said, clearly dissapointed.

"You too, Rick." Emma smiled and saw him walk away. "God!" She screamed inside. She was beginnig to dislike this assignment again. Then her senses picked up something strange. It was coming from Brennan. And it felt like...jelaousy? Emma was surprsied as she looked at Brennan's direction and saw him turn to his conversation with the others. He had no doubt seen Emma and Rick talking and something had hit him slightly inside. Emma would've continued to look at Brennan's direction if only Maggie didn't start talking.

"I'm sorry about that. My brother's a real flirt, he can't help himself." Maggie giggled.

"Well, he's a man." Emma lifted her eyebrows and tried to show a smile, even a fake one, but couldn't. She sighed instead, hoping to do it with enough discretion so her new friend wouldn't notice. Rick was the fifth gorgeous looking guy she met tonight. And of course she couldn't do anything because she was "married." Suddenly, Emma wasn't as cheerful as before. "Um. Maggie, I'm sorry I'm gonna have to leave now, I think I'm getting a headache," she lied so she could escape. Emma didn't feel like wanting to stay here longer. They found out wher the virus was, no need to stay more.

"Sure. Can I get you some aspirin?" Maggie offered.

"No, I just need to take a nap and I'll be fine," Emma assured her and touched her head.

"Alright, well maybe we'll meet again."

"I hope so. Have a nice evening, Maggie. Sweet talking to you." Emma gave a brief smile and started going towards the exit.

"You too, Kristine!" Maggie raised her voice so Emma could hear her. She heard her and turned around to give a wave as reassurance. A moment later, Brennan turned his head to see how Emma was when he got alarmed to see her gone. "Excuse me, I must go now. Good talking to you, Tom," he said and went towards Maggie. "Where did Kristine go?" he asked her.

"She said she was getting a headache and was going to take a nap," Maggie told him.

"Okay. Thanks." Brennan rushed outside with quick steps. "Emma?" He called out with his thoughts. To his luck he found her leaning against a wall, next to the elevators. Running a short distance, Brennan approached her. "Are you alright?" he asked.

Emma lifted her head and looked at him. "No, I just want us to end this assignment as quickly as possible and get the hell out of here."

"Something happened?" Brennan asked worringly.

"Yes, something happened. I'm hating this assignment. I've been going on like this for almost three days now. I hate this role." Emma exhailed heavily.

"It will be over tomorrow," Brennan tried to give her an easy thought. "Right now that doesn't seem to be enough." Emma still hadn't looked at his direction.

Brennan, putting his hands on his waist, sighed heavily as well and looked down. "Well it hasn't exactly been a piece of cake for me either, Em. I've met three incredibly sexy women today and couldn't do anything because of this. " And lifted his hand where there was a ring, supposedly representing their marriage.

"One of them was gay, Bren," Emma interrupted him.

"She was..." This was slightly unexpected for him. Brennan then quietly groaned. "Great, that is making me feel better. Thanks."

Emma looked down again and pushed herself off the wall and turned, pressing the button for one of the elevators. When it came, both went inside, pressing their floor. Both were silent for a minute before Brennan looked at Emma. There was something bothering her, he could tell from her face. He sighed. "You did held on good tonight though."

"Huh." Emma snorted and looked back at Brennan. "Thanks. You seemed to have been better than me," she said, her voice hinted that she was trying to be synical but didn't have the will for it now. This did annoy Brennan a small amount as this time he was glaring at the readhead beside him. Pushing himself off the wall, Brennan stood in front of her. Emma looked at him puzzled, she was sensing something unusual. He kept staring at her longer than even he had expected. He saw how her blue eyes were searcing for his, perhaps to try and read from them what he was planning to do instead from his emotions. His face began approaching Emma's. If she had enough space to step back in, Emma would have done that. But there was no further space left. "B-bren..." she stuttered. His lips had gotten so close to hers by now that she could feel his warm breath. That breathing of Brennan's had entered her skin and hinting her heart to start rasing...when suddenly the elevator doors opened and two people entered. What ever Brennan was intending on doing, this stopped him as he returned to his place. Emma didn't look at him as she remained where she was. Brennan only kept his eyes on the oposite floor of the elevator, taking a small breath. He got an urge to take her lips...why? Was it because he felt annoyed and wanted to shut her up, preventing her from any more this time in truth, synical comments? Or was it the opposite, did he feel sorry for her state, perhaps comfort her with a kiss? This action which took place a few seconds before, confused them both.