A/N – Thank you to all who reviewed!!! Again this part just kept pounding in my head till I typed it out, so ya'll are in for a special treat from me, an update hours later! Amazing! I will continue this maybe another chapter or two...We'll see. Glad you're enjoying it!

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Back in Brennan's office the silence was overpowering, finally Brennan sighed loudly. "Ange. I don't know what happened. It was all completely irrational. And it really wasn't his fault. It was them."

"What wasn't his fault Bren? Talk to me." Ange moved to sit on the edge of her desk so she could catch every muttered word. At least it's not really Booth's fault. He'll be ok.

"Well the news station contacted Cullen's supervisor about a week ago asking for the chance to interview his leading "team". It wasn't going to be anything case specific, just some general crime talk. Apparently they've been doing a law series as one of their special reports." She shrugged. "The supervisor, I think his name is Dick ironically, asked Cullen to recommend a team for the interview. Obviously Booth and I are the lead team right now with all of our convictions." She paused thinking and Ange nodded encouraging her to go on.

"Well Cullen suggested Booth and I, and at first Dick was reluctant, because technically we're not an FBI team, we're just an agent and a bunch of squints," she spat the word distastefully. Taking a breath she continued, "Well Cullen felt like he wanted to bat for us, after all we work harder than any of his other teams and our record speaks volumes for the Department. So he thought it would be great if he brought Dick's attention to the fact that I'm also an author. He went up to meet with Dick and brought some case files and one of my books so he could see that we're "no joke" as he put it. Well there were a couple other agents around when they were speaking and word got back to Booth that Dick changed his mind and thought that it'd be good PR for the department to tout my work outside the department to draw some attention, maybe get some more clout. Cullen didn't really like the idea, but after all Dick is his superior so he went along with it."

She paused again and looked at Ange, anger flashing in her eyes as she finished with the real crux of the issue. "When I showed up for the interview this morning they wanted me to change out of my jumper and lab coat into a more "fitting" outfit for an interview. So I figured ok, they'll put me in some type of suit, no problem. Well I walked to wardrobe and they handed me this dress." Just the tone of her voice told Ange that the dress was not anything that Brennan would be caught dead in. "Dick had sent word through his assistant that I should "vamp" it up in the interview and just let Booth do all the talking. Basically he wanted me there to smile and look pretty."

"Oh Sweetie" Ange breathed. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm not done, I assumed albeit unreasonably that Booth had already known about it so when he came around the corner I lit into him. I wouldn't listen to a word he said…" All her angry words came flooding back...

"Bones are you ready? We have to go get briefed on what we're discussing and figure out what we're going –What is that?" He asked suddenly, pointing to the wadded mass in Brennan's hands. Brennan held it up for him to see. It was a charcoal number that would have looked nice against his dark suit, but the color was the only thing nice about it. With a deep V in the front that would dip well into her cleavage and a tight gathered waist to show off her curves, Booth quickly saw why Brennan was obviously seething. "Ok Bones, no big deal, just tell them you need something else."

"She can't." Cullen said coming up from behind them his eyes apologizing with words he could not voice. "Dick had that dress sent specifically for Dr. Brennan. In addition," He paused to pull a paper from his pocket. "Agent Booth is to answer all questions pertaining to their work. If Anna would like to ask about her books, then Dr. Brennan can speak, however Agent Booth should handle any FBI questions. I'm sorry, I thought I was helping to get you guys this spot. You really earned it." Walking away he left Booth in shocked silence to absorb her next round of anger.

"Why doesn't anyone respect me for my real work? What am I supposed to be, some bimbo puppet to make you look better? I kick ass too! I do hard work! Why can't they just recognize that I'm you're partner, just like every other FBI partner, except they won't give me a gun! I'm. your. Partner. Not some dress up doll! I don't even work for him, I was doing this as a favor!"

Booth tried to break in, "Bones-"

"Don't call me that!" she yelled. "I can't do this!." And with that she stomped off toward her car leaving Booth, holding the crumpled dress, to handle the news crew alone.

He took a few running steps to try and catch up to her then heard a voice from behind him. "Agent Booth," and turned to see Dick looking smug. "What's the matter, your lady friend doesn't want to talk about her book? You're on in two minutes, better get ready." He glanced over in the direction Bones had run. "Agent Booth, it's your interview. That's not a request."

Gritting his teeth, he walked over to where Dick was and threw the dress into his superior's face. "This is your fault! " He snarled, "And she's my partner. Got it?" He spun and walked toward the news crew for the interview, forcing himself to focus on the interview and not the mess Dick had made of his partnership.