Hey everyone! So this story is definitely not my best work, but it's fun to write, so… This chapter's a little longer than the first. I'm beginning to realize that my chapters are much shorter on the site then 'Word', so sorry about that. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer- Still don't own it. As soon as I win the megabucks I'll let you know…



It took Booth about 6 seconds to gather his thoughts. He ran out the door after the girls at full speed. No way was he letting Bones go anywhere like that. He was so distracted in thinking of all the different guys that were bound to try to hit on her that he almost didn't notice when he ran right past them.

He turned around, "Where are you going like that?" It took all of his self-control, but he managed to stare only into the eyes of his partner this time. Seeing the confused look on her face he tried to compose himself. "Not that you don't look good! I mean, you look… you look good. Well, no… you look better than… Alright, just… Where are you going?" He tried to ignore the sound of Angla laughing at the awkwardness.

"Cullen wants us." Bones answered matter-of-factly. Booth's curious expression turned to plain disgust. It took her a second to realize what he was thinking. "Oh, God! Booth, no! We're undercover!" She scrunched her face up and shook her head slightly, trying to rid away the thought.

Booth sighed. Better, but still not good enough. "Where, Bones? And you better hope it's not in public, cause' if you take one step out of this building looking like that…" He paused and looked at her once again, "Nuh uh, not gonna happen."

Bones sighed and turned towards Angela. "See why I didn't want him to know? He gets too overprotective, now look what we have to deal with!" She groaned as Angela just smiled and rolled her eyes. "Booth, what's wrong with this? Cullen needs to get information out of a suspect."

Angela looked at Booth and cut in, "A suspect that likes pretty woman."

Booth opened his mouth to protest, but Bones interrupted, "And Angela and I are fairly attractive, so we thought we'd offer to help. We're not going to do anything, Booth. Just flirt a little. Now if you don't mind, we're running late."

She started to walk away, but Booth grabbed her arm, "Actually, Bones, I do mind. I don't care if it's for Cullen or the friggin' President! I refuse to let you flirt with a supposed murderer!" His voice lightened a bit as he smiled a bit, "I mean, I know you have bad taste in men Bones, but come on…" He flashed his signature grin, thinking he had won this time.

Angela groaned and rolled her eyes. "Alright, look Studly, I know you're jealous," She put her hand up in a stopping motion, "and don't try to deny it. But unless you tell her that, we're leaving. So speak now or let her go. Your pick" She raised her eyebrows expectantly. She sighed after a couple seconds of no answer. "Alright, then. Let's go Sweetie." She pulled at her friend.

"No. Stop it!" Angela gasped and looked back. He continued, "Let me get my jacket. I'm coming with you."

Angela snorted, "Sure Hot Stuff. Go, but hurry." He started walking away but she pulled him back. "You have to stay far away though, alright? He can't know your there."

Booth started to walk away, but decided to look at Bones once more. He didn't care if she was his partner, she was hot. Bones looked at him and he thought he'd been caught, but then she looked at Angela. "I don't have any say in this at all, do I?" Angela just shook her head. Bones looked back at her partner and motioned for him to go.

He made his way back to her apartment and grabbed his jacket, locking the door behind him. He didn't know how he was going to do this. Heck, he didn't know how they were planning on doing this. But dressed like they were he knew he was not going to like it. He stopped in front of the girls. Bones was tugging at her mini skirt, obviously feeling slightly uncomfortable in such a short thing, which was understandable. Angela was telling her to stop fidgeting as she tried to fix Brennan's hair. Booth coughed to let them know he was back.

"Finally! Let's go Booth! We're really late now. Come on." Bones started to walk and Booth followed, but they both stopped when they realized Angela wasn't following them.

"What now, Ang?" Booth groaned.

"Uh uh." Angela pointed at Booth's outfit. "You cannot go into a bar in a friggin suit, Booth! Gugh, come here." She pulled Booth aside and took off his suit jacket, loosened his white undershirt a bit, and ruffled his hair. She took a step back and looked at him. "Pants. Those aren't working." All three looked at his black dress pants.

"Oh my God! Angela! We have to go!" Bones sighed, "Booth, come with me. I think you have a pair of jeans in my dresser." Angela raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth to say something, but Brennan interrupted, "Save it, Ang, no time. Let's go." She turned back to Booth and pulled him back into her apartment. Angela sighed and pulled out some make-up. This might be a while…


I had a lot of fun with this chapter. I thought this would be the last chapter, but I think I kind of have to do another one. I might even do a couple more. I don't know, what do you think? Again, sorry about the short chapters. I'm gaining more and more respect for writers who do thousands of words per chapter. The next one at least I know will be over a thousand words. How much further should I go?

Still like constructive criticism!

Thanks for reading!

Keke