Disclaimer: Bones doesn't belong to me; it belongs to the lovely people at Fox, Hart Hanson and Kathy Reich.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed. This chapter is dedicated to everyone who reviewed.
Brennan was talking to Angela on her laptop in her hotel room.
"Sweetie, you should take some time to rest, let your hair down."
"Ang, this woman had her heart cut out, I have a job to do."
Angela rolled her eyes. "Sweetie, listen to me. There is nothing more you can do tonight, so go put on a pair of dancing shoes and go out and have fun with Booth."
"Ang, tell Hodgins I've sent him the ground matter from the scene. There is also a box for Cam."
"TEMPE!" Angela shouted.
"What?"
"For once, go out and have some fun."
"It's hard to have fun some days Ange, well socially anyways, after seeing what I see at work," Brennan admitted. "You know I am not the most socially adept person.
Angela stared at her friend and then got a twinkle in her eyes. "Well good thing for you then that I don't have that, uh, challenge."
An hour later Booth was sitting at the bar waiting for Brennan to appear when he heard some familiar man like behavior that emits from a bar when a beautiful woman enters the room. Hey, I'm a man.
He turned his body slightly to get a view of the person of interest.
"Man, what I wouldn't give for that," the bartender said in Booth's direction.
Booth turned and he wasn't anticipating what appeared before his eyes.
"Bones," he mouthed.
Brennan had on a black skirt and v-neck top that accentuated her shapely figure. Her hair was loose framing her face, bringing out a sparkle in her eyes. As Booth's eyes scanned her form, they stopped at the floor. Her feet bore black heels that enhanced the length of her bare legs.
As she approached him, he lay his drink on the bar, giving her his full attention.
"Hey Booth."
The bartender looked at Booth, "She's with you?"
Booth stood, planted a smile on his face while placing a hand on Brennan's back, "She sure is."
Brennan looked between Booth and Bartender, "I'm hungry," she said loud enough in a voice that caused both men to take notice.
After a three hour dinner, filled with good food, conversation and a few glasses of wine, Booth and Brennan walked back to the hotel.
During the elevator ride, Brennan smiled and let out a small laugh.
Brennan noticed Booth watching her. "What?" she asked.
"I like hearing you laugh. You don't do it very often." His voice softened, knowing why she doesn't find the opportunity to emit that action very often.
"I haven't had a lot to laugh about in long time," she admitted.
"Well, I'm glad I was with you when you did find something." He flashed her his best smile and slid his arm around her back as the bell dinged, indicating they were at their floor.
As they approached her room, Brennan stopped in her tracks. They both saw the door to their hotel room slightly ajar. As Booth drew his gun from its holster, he pushed Brennan to the side of the door.
"Stay here," he told her.
He pushed the door open ever so slightly. From his vantage point, he saw what appeared to be a man standing in front of the window with his hands in his pockets.
"FBI, take your hands out of your pockets and turn around slowly," Booth instructed the intruder.
As the intruder did as instructed, Booth lowered his gun and re-holstered it.
"Sully," Booth announced causing Brennan to enter the room.
"Hey Tempe. Booth," Tim Sullivan said with a grin.
A\N: Uh oh! Sullys here!! How will Brennan and Booth react? Hit the review button for the next chapter.