As Saturday approached, they began finding each other across the lab more often. Secret looks were exchanges, almost imperceptible nods passed from one to the other The excitement of the night to come was mounting, making it more difficult to remain discreet.
Sometimes when they wer ealone, they broke down into slightly cryptic, yet detailed discussions. Their voices were hushed, trying not to bring attention to themselves, but doing just that. Unknowingly, the others were beginning to suspect something.
"Hey Ange."
"Hey Booth. What's up?"
"Have you noticed anything strange going on between Bones and Hodgins?"
"Strange how?"
"I'm not sure. I could just be imagining things, but something feels different."
"I haven't noticed anything, Booth. Sorry."
"Thanks Ange."
It was time. Saturday night had arrived. The small group was settling in front of the giant LCD HD TV of Hodgins media room.
"Predictions for the main event!" prompted Jack.
"Silva. No contest," replied Cam.
"That is not an objective opinion of his fighting ability. You just think he's hot," piped in Sweets as he returned from the kitchen with the usual snack tray.
"He is considered the best pound for pound fighter in the world. It is not my fault he is built like a God."
"What do you think Brennan?" questioned Hodgins.
"His bodily structure is indicative of…" The sharp shrill of her cell phone interrupted her fighter analysis. "It's Booth. I'll be right back." She exited to a quieter part of the estate before answering "Brennan."
"Hey Bones."
"Hi Booth."
"Interested in dinner tonight? Maybe a movie or something?"
"Thanks for the offer, but I'll pass. I'm kind of busy tonight. How about tomorrow night?"
"Oh. Yeah, sure. You have a hot date or something?"
"No Booth. I just have prior engagements."
"Okay Bones. I'll call you tomorrow." Booth quickly hung up the phone, but still managed to hear a familiar voice yell "Come on Dr. B!" in the background.