A/N: Another short chapter, but it's something.

"Nice flowers," Booth said walking into Brennan's office.

"Thanks," she answered without looking up. The agent reached out a hand to pluck the card from beside the vase. "Not for you," she snapped, slapping his hand away.

"I just wanted to see who they're from," he said innocently.

"Then ask." Brennan looked up from the papers she was reading.

"So who sent the flowers?"

"None of your business," she answered with a smile.

"Not fair," Booth pouted as he sat down. "I would tell you if I got flowers."

"When was the last time you got flowers, Booth?"

"That's beside the point, Bones." He offered her a wide smile that she returned. "So, who sent the flowers?"

"Why does it matter?"

"You know I'll just ask Angela," he said.

"Ask Angela what?" the artist asked stepping through the open door.

"Bones won't tell me who the flowers are from."

"Her Secret Santa," Angela said.

"Angela," Brennan whined.

"What? You didn't tell me not to tell."

"A Secret Santa?" Booth asked, turning to face his partner with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes," she said. "If you must know."

"May, may, Doctor Brennan," Booth said. "Accepting flowers from a stranger."

"Not a stranger," Brennan stated. "Just…someone I'm not sure who it is."

"A stranger."

"No…just a… and what if it is a stranger?"

"He could be some weirdo or something," Booth pointed out.

"Like David," Angela piped in.

"I wasn't going to say that," Booth said, "but since Angela did."

"David didn't send them," Brennan said.

"You called and asked?" Angela asked.

"Just curious." Angela shrugged and then left the two to argue.

"So what about that party?" Booth asked, standing.

"I told you, Booth," Brennan began. "I don't like parties and I'm not going with you."

"I'm not giving up on you," he said with a wink and walked out of the office.

"Booth," Brennan called, but he just waved and continued on. "Booth. Booth, come back here."

XxXxX

Booth sat at his home computer burning Christmas songs to a CD. As his hard drive whirled to life, he quietly hummed to himself. Ever since he had left Brennan's office, he had a big smile. She liked the flowers, he told himself. Although she thought David had sent them. His smile turned down slightly in frown. "David," he spat out. "Why should she think that dick would have sent them?" A small window popped up on his screen to indicate that the CD was finish. Booth removed it from the drive and put it into a clear case. With his smile returning, he placed it in a small box, closed and taped it up and then attached a card to it. "This should help her get more into the mood."

XxXxX

"Lookie at what I got?" Angela called out in a sing-song voice. Brennan looked up from her computer and saw the artist almost skip into the office.

"A box," she stated.

"A present," Angela corrected. "And it's address for you." She plopped it down on the desk in front of the doctor. "Open it."

"Who would send me a… present?"

"Read the card." Brennan drew her bottom lip in between her teeth and then broke into a smile. She reached for the enveloped, carefully opened it and pulled out the card. "What does it say?"

"It says that the Christmas Spirit can be heard in the air. Secret Santa."

"Oh, how sweet," Angela exclaimed. "Open the present." Brennan put the card to one side and reached for the box.

"A CD," she announced, pulling it out.

"I wonder what's on it?" Brennan stood and walked across the room to the shelf where her CD player sat. She turned it on, placed the CD in and hit play. After a moment, instrumental music filled the air. "Oh, he sent you music. Oh super sweet."

Brennan turned toward her friend. "If it's not David sending these things to me, then who?"

"I don't know, Brenn, but you're one lucky woman."

XxXxX

Brennan still had her new CD playing softly in the background when Booth walked into her office later that day. "Nice music," he said and than began to sing. "Thought you didn't like Christmas, let alone Christmas music."

"This is all instruments, no singing, it's nice in the background."

"Is that right?" Booth asked, taking a sat on the couch. "And where did you find it? Maybe while you where out looking for something to where to my party?" He held up his hands when Brennan opened her mouth. "I know, I know, you aren't going."

"My Secret Santa sent it to me," she said slyly.

"Let me get this straight," he began. "When I talk about Christmas, you get all defensive, but some stranger starts sending you things, and suddenly it's not so bad?"

"No, it's not let that," Brennan defended. "It's just, well, I've never had a Secret Santa before. It's kinda…I don't know…kinda sweet."

"Sweet? Did you just say sweet?"

"Listen, Booth, I don't expect you to understand," Brennan said, standing from her chair.

"Then explain it to me," he suggested, following her out the office.

"I can't, Booth. It's just…just forget it."

Booth smiled at her back. "Up for some dinner?"

"Promise not to mention that party?"

"Deal."