Title: Bliss
Disclaimer: I own nothing, really. This is just passing time. . .I was going to make this a one-shot, but thought…meh might as well add some cliffhangers and whatnot while I'm at it. People are wondering about Booth's shirt...I'll explain it in the story, but when you go for an updo, you're supposed to wear a button down shirt so you don't mess up the work...any one guess where I'm going with this? It's going to throw ya'll for a loop
Rating K -T, It might get a tad bit hotter, probably will but for right now, its rated K .
Song of the moment:
Somewhere beyond the sea
somewhere waiting for me
my lover stands on golden sands
and watches the ships that go sailin'
Chapter 2: Something Blue
Angela looked at the small clock on the stereo system and gave a sigh of relief. "Thank God for the beltway." She said tapping to the song on the radio. Brennan was about to protest before Angela pulled off the beltway and immediately turned into a parking lot. "We're here sweetie, with five minutes to spare."
Brennan rolled her eyes as Angela pulled into the parking spot right in front of the building. "Nothing As It Seams?" Brennan asked, reading the sign as she stepped out of the car.
"Yes, this place is amazing." Angela said, taking her by the wrist and leading her to the door. "This is where I go to get all my dresses."
"A dress shop?" Brennan asked, trying to put the pieces together.
"Yes, Bren." Angela opened the door accompanied by a chime, sounding like bells. "We need to get your dress measurements, it shouldn't take too long."
"Good, because I don't have all day. I am so behind on the remains in storage and write a report for Cam and hopefully get it on her desk by Monday morning." Brennan said with a sigh.
"Sorry sweetie, but I'm keeping you all day long." Angela said, as a short man with thick rimmed glasses walked over to the pair.
"Angela, my publisher has called me three times this week about my manuscript." Brennan said, resembling a whine and Angela proceeded to ignore her.
"Angela." Said the man, with a kiss on each cheek.
"Caleb, how are you?" Angela responded, mirroring his actions.
"I'm just fine, sugar." He said, turning to the doctor. "And you must be Doctor Temperance Brennan, isn't she a pretty little thing." Caleb held out his hand for her to take, which she only nodded in the direction of the man.
"We are looking for Amber." Angela said, tightening her grip on the anthropologist.
"Amber is in the office and needed to confirm the order, I told her that I would take the measurements, so you can continue on your way." Angela's grip loosened only to be taken by the man.
"Excellent idea." Angela beamed, nudging Brennan to follow the man as she turned on her heels and walked through a door.
Brennan glared at her best friend as she was lead into an opposite room with three large mirrors. "Well Temperance, if you would kindly take off you clothing."
"Excuse me?" Asked the anthropologist, taking her arm back from the man and was convinced with all the grabbing she was going to get a lovely bruise.
"You need to take off your clothes so we can get accurate measurements." He answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Her glare grew darker as she unbuttoned the long shirt followed by her jeans, leaving her in the underwear that hardly left much to the imagination.
"Happy now?" She all but snapped at the man, she took a deep breath as he unrolled the measuring tape. "Are you going to tell me what dress I am being fitted for?"
"I'm sorry, but I was given strict instructions that I was not supposed to tell." He said as he lifted her arms up. He laced the measuring tape around her bust. "32, I want to guess a C cup?"
Brennan nodded as he moved down her body, stopping at her waist and hips. "Twenty six, thirty four." He stopped and wrote it down. "The dress Angela picked out is going to look amazing on you, I'm not going to lie."
Before Brennan could speak again a woman came in the room with Angela in tow. "God Angela, you said she was beautiful, but she is down right angelic." Came her posh reply, circling her like prey.
"I do agree." Said Caleb, showing her the measurements as three pairs of eyes looked at her. She flushed and suddenly grew modest. "Sixty nine inches, she's not too tall or too short. You, Temperance Brennan should have been a model."
She flushed again, turning to pick up her clothing and redressed, before walking to her purse that laid on the floor just behind the talking artist. Brennan picked up the bag and dug through the contents looking for her means of escape. The cell phone wasn't in its normal place in the bag, in the small pocket next to her supply of chapstick. "Damn." she cursed out loud in a whisper.
Angela turned around to look at her, Brennan quickly disguised her chance of freeing herself by placing the chapstick onto her lips. "Are you ready for our next adventure?"
She gave a thumbs up sarcastically, a move that she had caught on from her partner and followed the artist from the store and back into her Honda. "See sweetie, wasn't that fun?"
"Sure Angela." Came the curt reply. "Are you going to tell me what's going on or are you going to leave me in the dark?" Brennan asked, looking at the clock. The time had passed really quickly as the numbers shown brightly just before ten.
"Excellent use of the metaphor." Angela pulled from the parking lot and headed in the opposite direction that they came in. "We are going to go get a manicure, pedicure and our hair done."
"For what?"
"If I said just because, would you believe it?" Angela asked, glancing at the frustrated anthropologist.
"No, because that would be lying." Answered Brennan, turning her attention back to the passing streets.
"Come on, sweetie; it isn't that bad spending the day with me, is it?" Angela was playing the guilty friend card, and Brennan knew it. It had worked numerous of times before and statistically got her into some sort of trouble.
"No, but I wish you would've warned me so I could have put in a few more hours last night to get caught up on my manuscript." Brennan said after a long pause, as again Angela pulled into another parking lot.
"Sweetie, I love you and I'm telling you as a friend that you needed today off and after today you're going to need more then today off, you can trust me on that one." She said, putting the car into park and jumping out of the vehicle before Brennan could question her.
The building was the end of a larger strip mall on the rich side of Washington D.C. promptly known as Fifth Avenue Salon, which was famous for its famous clientele. As Brennan slowly followed her through the glass doors, she was pulled back by a woman and sat into a chair.
"Bren, this is Julia. Julia and I go way back and she is going to take care of you." Angela said standing next to the chair.
Julia nodded her hello and turned her attention to her hair, pulling it out of the hair tie and running her fingers through it. "Alright Angela, what do you want me to do."
"I was thinking side swept bangs, and the rest in a curly pinned back manner." Angela began to describe, Brennan rolled her eyes and turned her attention to a woman, in a button down blouse and her girl friends all sitting in a row getting their hair styled by other hairdressers, talking excitedly. "We needed something blue, so I was thinking putting tiny light blue stars on the top." Angela reached into her bag and pulled out some tiny blue stars in a container.
"That I can do." Julia said, plugging in her iron and walked away to get some more supplies.
Brennan frowned, again trying to figure out what exactly was going on. Why did they need something blue? Why was she being dressed up and why were they in such a hurry. "Stop thinking, Sweetie, it'll hurt your head." Angela said, running her fingers through her hair, working out some of the knots that had formed, before reaching for the People magazine that sat on the empty seat next to them. "Here is something to keep you occupied."
Julia returned and placed the clip into her hair and started to work, chatting aimlessly with Angela as she rolled the auburn hair onto the curling iron.