Hey I just wanted to apologize for the long wait and I'm sorry to all of those who are interested or who follow this story. I know it have been a long while since I have updated and it seems that I am becoming horrible at writing continuously. It's been a little hectic lately and I wish I have had more time to give this story the justice it deserves, but I also wanted to thank everyone for the reviews and I really appreciate the comments and kind thoughts you are willing to share. But, on with the story....

As alway Bones doesn't belong to me.

Temperance Brennan is not an idiot quiet the opposite actually. She understands a great deal of information in a variety of areas including chemistry, biology, and anatomy. So, she knows how to get herself inebriated. She was skinny of her age, and because of the dedication she puts into her physical endurance, her body was quite lean, so it wouldn't be difficult to become drunk especially in her current surroundings. There were at least 3 illegal substances within 10 feet of her, and all of them were meant to help her "loosen up". Alcohol was just one of the many poisons she could ingest to make everything disappear. To make her words stop haunting and rid herself of her need to apologize to a certain someone. But she wont because it's not her, she will not get wasted or high, she won't lose her inhibitions or follow her hedonist peers lead.

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Booth shouldn't have walked out of the car before her, because now she is nowhere to be found. It doesn't help that Hodgins "home" is less of a house and more of an estate. This place was a mansion and he has yet to see anyone he actually knows. There were people everywhere, what seemed to be a dance party was happening in the foyer and main lounge, while it looked rather appealing Booth knew Temperance wouldn't have gone there. It was most likely she was with Hodgins or Angela. Yet there was a chance that she was making bad decisions just to spite him. As that thought passed through his mind he began looking harder, he wasn't going to be responsible for her recklessness, he wasn't ready to have that on his conscious.

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Angela was in the 2nd floor den, as the party was raging downstairs and she could her the music's bass vibrating through the walls. Every so often there could be heard a distinct shout from below; most likely it was people cheering for a random reason. Avoiding the huge pacts of people she sat on the rather comfortable couch facing a rather large plasma television, playing old episodes of Arrested Development with the volume muted. Lying on her back across the furniture she turned to face Hodgins who was sitting next to her laying on the floor. "We should join the party." She said but made no effort to move. "Yeah, otherwise we're pathetic right, avoiding out our own party." But he also made no evidence of motion. "Plus it'd not like we really know everyone here." Justifying their actions. "Except Bren and Seeley are here, and knowing her she will probably be just sitting against a wall watching people around her."

"You don't think he will coax her into dancing or anything?" he asked.

"Well its not like she doesn't party, she would, she has, but not unless she feels obligated to." She answered and turned her body to lie on her stomach to get a better look at Hodgins. "Back when her and Conner were together she partied, well she pretended to party. I don't think she actually drank, and I'm sure she's never smoked before but you know she acted like she did."

"Temperance went out with Conner? As in Conner Dunn? The captain of the soccer team?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yep, end of freshman year. She wasn't actually that interested in him, I still don't get why she did it."

"But Conner, I mean he's an ass. Serious player. Some of the things he's said in the locker room should never be repeated ever again."

"Yeah that's most likely why they broke up." Angela said with a laugh.

Booth had made his way over the first floor and was working his way to the 2nd. Hoping she would simply be sitting somewhere in the open, or with Angela. To his dismay he couldn't find her. Stopping at the over look into the foyer he realized how cliché this whole thing was. It seemed like it was taken directly out of some cheesy high school drama. There had been parties back in Philly, and he was a popular guy so its not like he was a newb to partying, it was just not like this there. For the most part his buddies back home drank hard, and parties were smaller, more based around big wins for the team, then just to party. Here, there was a something happening every other night, and the kids were serious bingers. There preference in alcohol was more along the lines of vodka, and tequila, but he wouldn't be surprised if some gin and scotch. There seemed to be no lines these kids wont cross, but that's what happens when you don't set boundaries for teenagers, and they have resources to get anything they want. A tad bit discussed Booth moved to look some more he opened several doors having no luck. Finally trying the last door in the hallway he opens the door to a large tv where he saw Tony Hale, and Will Arnett's interpretation of a chicken dance. He walked farther into the room and spotted Angela laying down on the couch closest to him.

"Have you guys seen Temperance?" he asked softly

"Dude, hey when did you get here?" asked Hodgins as he sat up to address Booth.

"A little while ago, but now I can't Tempe and I told Russ I'd look out for her here."

"It's okay, she wont do anything bad, all she does and these things is observe people."

"Well, I don't know if she has her head on straight right now." His tone expressed worry and his face showed nothing but hesitation.

"I'll go look for her if it makes you feel better, but its not likely we'll find her. Plus she might have just gone off with someone else. I'm sure she could easily catch a ride with anyone." Angela stood up, straightened her skirt and walked towards the door. "Well that's not a really good thing Angela." Said a flustered Booth. They all went down stairs and looked for Brennan.

The music was blasting and they could feel the bass line of the music in there hearts. Angela chose to search through the crowds while Jack branched out to the pool in the backyard. Booth, on the other hand, was surveying the people dancing searching for a pair of comforting blue eyes. It was hard to get a good look at anyone, but he could easily detect some completely wasted individuals, and there seemed to be numerous half drunk girls falling over what seemed to be the classic jock male. As he continued to scan the group, he caught her eyes from across the room. One of her hands was in her hair, while the other was in the air, her hips moved in a time with the music. For being a bookworm and what he assumed, most likely considered a huge intellectual "nerd", she knew how to dance. After his initial surprised was over and he could think again, he quickly realized there was a guy behind her, seemingly clutching her hips and grinding into her. Adrenaline rushed through his system, and anger rose as well. Her male counterpart seemed to be focusing on her body, and from his view he could tell this ass was trying to move in and get more out of her then just a dance. Booth sprung to action, he moved through the crowd. He looked to her and found her eyes solidly glued to his. His body moved to the beat just like hers except his was free from constriction and the look she was giving him was not one he's ever seen before in anyone's eyes.

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Brennan was dancing with Chris, her ex-boyfriend's best friend. She knew he was a very shitty guy. He treated girls with no respect and had a bloated reputation of deflowering most of the girls in his class. To the best of her knowledge he probably thought to that tonight was another night to add to his list of conquests. She on the other hand knew he wouldn't get that far, and she had every intention on leaving with Booth tonight. So when he came into her eye line her pulse started to speed, and the look of pure lust and anger in his eyes told her she was either in big trouble or Chris was.

Bren loves to dance. She is a real free spirit at heart even if it never shows. Movement and fluency was her thing. She just wasn't so good at the whole social aspect of dancing. It doesn't seem as if she understood what was taboo or rules of engagement, needless to say, she could take a page from Jane Austin. All the same, she did understand how to quickly slip from sticky situations, so when she saw Booth coming towards her, the flight instinct kicked right in. It was truly entertaining to watch her lead guy's on. Leaning into Chris as if she was going to take their interaction to another step, and then right before he acts on it, Temperance slides right through and disappears into the crowd. Tease.

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He stopped when he saw her lean in, feeling his face over heat. But when she disappeared quickly after, knowing she took no action, the blood seemed to return to its normal flow through his body. Leaving the sweaty dance floor he went out back to find Hodgins to call of the search. What he found didn't surprise him, but it did slightly discourage him. Jack and Angela in the pool, cozying it up in the corner. Those two were the only friends he seemed to have made so far, and now they were coupling up. He went back inside in the hopes of finding Brennan and leaving soon.

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After the intense stare-down with Booth before Tempe decided to lay low for a while. She climbed the stairs in the hopes of finding Angela in the 2nd floor den where they had agreed to meet. Following the instructions given to her earlier she opened the door to a comfortable looking, unoccupied room. After a moment of debating with herself she chose to sit and watch whatever it was that was playing on the television instead of heading back downstairs for an endless search.

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Giving up wasn't something he normally did; yet in this situation he felt no other option. Figuring it would be best to just nap of a bit then once the party dissembled, it would be easy to find her. He prayed she wouldn't end up going home with that ass from before, because not only did he not want her to, but also he really didn't want to have to answer to Russ.

The only place he could think of that would be quiet and not interrupted was the place he met up with Angela and Jack. He opened and locked the door behind him in the hopes to no be disturbed. It was dark in the room and the only like was the screen of the tv which only illuminated parts of the high ceiling room. He sat down in the chair and leaned back in the hopes he might relax. Once he got used to the change in lighting and could figure the shape of his surroundings, it was to late, a pillow was already flying towards his face and he had no way of protecting himself. She was in the room too, and apparently to still be a little scorn from before.

"What the hell?" he huffed

Brennan just sat there and seemed a to concentrated and upset to talk to him.

"Fine we aren't talking, I see." He said and shifted away from her in his chair.

Silence seemed to crowd the air and it became thick with tension.

"It's slightly creepy you were watching me dance." She finally spoke but the comment just hung in the air.

"I was looking for you and I spotted you dancing, I wasn't watching you." He responded defensively. "Okay" she said quietly.

The silence returned to the room.

"I think Jack and Angela are like together now." Said Booth breaking the silence.

"Angela doesn't date, she only has close friends. She's not one who enjoys being tied down."

"Oh, sucks for Jack then." He said simply and it was quiet once again.

"What show is this?" she finally asked.

"Arrested Development."

"Hmm, okay."

"You ever watch tv?" he asked in the hopes of striking up conversation.

"The Discovery channel mostly, and news."

"Huh, do you go to movies then?"

"Angela sometimes takes me to see them with her but other then that I don't really have time." She said not looking at him once in her response.

"That's too bad, film is one art form not to be over looked."

This made her turn and look at him, "Where did that come from?"

"What I like sports so I can't be a fan of art?"

"No, but I'm sure the movies you see aren't as much art as they are carriers for soft core porn and over consumption." She said a little to snotty for his taste.

"I thought we've already decided that just because I'm a guy doesn't mean my life is beer and basketball, and for your information, I go with the Roberts to Sundance every year, plus I've been to Cannes twice times. So yes I understand and enjoy film as well as theater."

She sighed, "Do you speak French then?"

"Yeah, plus Italian, Latin, Spanish, and I'm working on Mandarin."

"Do you go to private school?" she asked because she was curious, from the Roberts she could tell he was used to being around money and apparently he was well exposed to culture and education.

"I have tutors." He said simply and sort of standoffish.

"Do you want to go?" she asked because she was just getting sick of his attitude.

"Sure,"

They went down stairs together and were about to head out the door when they ran into Chris. He seemed to be more intoxicated the before.

"Tempe, where you going? It's still early, come back and dance." His speech wasn't slurred yet but his inebriation was still detectable.

"Sorry Chris I got to head out. I'll see you soon though." She went to move towards the door but Chris seemed to really want to dance. So being the hero that he is Booth stepped in.

"Actually man, we are heading out. So she's not going to dance with you." Booth said. Chris seemed to size him up and quickly stepped away.

"You didn't have to do that," she said.

"Hey, I'm sorry but I didn't want to wait for your little tease show to be over before we could leave."

"Did you just call me a tease?" she asked semi-appalled.

"Yes, I did. Because when you let asses like him treat you like his own personal toy, and yet never act on anything you're a tease."

She visibly tensed up and turned away from him. Booth knew he took it to far.

"Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean to act like a such a dick." He glanced between her and the road.

"Are you a virgin?" she asked out of the blue.

He was completely stunned, "I'm sorry, What?"

"Are you a virgin, have you ever had sex?" she repeated as if she was asking him what his favorite color was.

"What…. why the hell…… you…. huh." he was stammering.

She smirked, "Seriously, you're a virgin. I mean your like what 18, and a guy."

He tore his eyes from the road to look at her, "What did that have anything to do with anything."

"Well, seeing how you think I'm a huge tease, I was just trying to reach an understanding about your sexual experience and whether or not you would have the authority to call me such a demeaning and sexist name." she said as if she had just conducted an experiment and found conclusive evidence. "But wow, I didn't expect that."

"Fine are you? I mean miss little geography spending all day reading and studying, I don't see you putting out."

"Biology, I enjoy biology. And I have had many full and successful relationships."

"Oh cute, you didn't answer the question." He said quite smitten with himself.

They drove the rest of the way in silence. Finally when they arrived in the front of the Robert's place, Booth parked and insisted on walking Brennan to her door. Once she was safely inside he walked across the lawn and to the backyard. Where he pulled off his shirt and his pants and jumped into the pool, clad only in Scooby Doo boxers.

Temperance went straight up into her room and changed into a cami and shorts. Once she was comfortable and ready she slid between the sheets. For about an hour she laid there thinking about her night and how even though they spent the night arguing she still somehow felt a bond with the mysterious neighbor. Finally relaxed she tried to drift to sleep but the moon was shining in through her open window. Frustrated that now she was wide awake again she went to her window and looked down into her backyard where the old swing set she used to play with stood. Catching a movement out of her peripheral vision she turned to look at the Roberts pool. What she saw made her weak at the knees, a strong, muscular back with firm shoulders gliding through the water. Her mind immediately thought back to the feeling she had when he carried her and held her close to his chest or the warmth of her hands on his chest. Seeing him down there made her want to run over and jump into the pool with him. He was perfect and he wasn't a Connor or a Chris or a Harrison. He was a nice thoughtful guy, who apparently wasn't going to pressure a girl. Unless maybe he was gay.

I hope you enjoyed this, and will keep reading. The reviews really got me focused on it, and I'm sorry again for the delays. Midterms are crazy here. But as always, thoughts are nice. And I hope you found this worth the time to read. :) I will try to update soon.