Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. Fox does, I am just suggesting some ideas for shows lol

You guys are awesome! Thanks for the information about x-rays duly noted and changed in the other story I'm working on. I'm going to start putting in line breaks for time passage to break it up a little bit. Hopefully will make it easier to read.

The next morning Brennan was up before anyone else. Showered and dressed she unzipped her garment bag to inspect the dress she planned on wearing that night. She noticed that there were deodorant marks from where she had tried the dress on. She zipped the bag up and checked Booth's tux, which was wrinkled. She carried both bags down and called the main desk that sent someone to pick up the garment for dry cleaning.

She made coffee and picked up the file she had been reading the night before. When she heard their voices in the upper landing, she poured them each a cup of coffee. Fixing Booth's the way he liked it she handed it to him when he reached her. She pointed at the cup for Charlie and he nodded his thanks. She walked back over to her chair and continued reading. She flicked through the pages reading quickly.

At 7:30, everyone else started drifting in and taking seats. Angela made more coffee and suggested getting a second coffee pot. Brennan nodded and called the front desk who promptly sent one up. She placed another call for several pounds of coffee to be delivered along with her favorite herbal tea. At eight, there was a knock on the door. When she opened it, her eyes widened and she reached forward and jammed her fingers in the bellhop's eyes.

He cried out and covered his eyes, before he could blink the pain away she had him on his chest and was sitting on his shoulders with her legs wrapped under his armpits and her feet on his lower back. He was struggling and yelling as the agents came to see what was going on. When Booth came up, she got up off him and pushed him over with her foot. She put her foot on his chin tilted his head to the side and planted it.

He struggled while yelling in Spanish at her. She spit back at him in the same language and glanced at Booth.

"They know where we are," she said in a low tone.

"Shit that's a Z isn't it? Crap," Booth growled.

Leaning over he took a closer look at the tattoo.

Standing back up he told her to ask him why he was here.
"¿Por què estàs aquì?"

The man on the floor said nothing but glared at her. She asked him again and he spit at her. Booth grabbed him up by the scruff of the neck and slammed his face against the wall.

"This is why you are here Finley. Arrest him, and make sure he understands his rights and take him to lock up. We will be by later to question him," Booth barked.

Finley nodded and proceeded to arrest the man. When they walked back into the room, the agents were eyeing her warily.

She glanced at them. "What?"

She asked while wiping the spit off her jeans, and then she smiled at the squint squad and Charlie who had burst into laughter.

"Once again agents this is Dr. Temperance Brennan butt kicking genius," Hodgins said and the agents all chuckled.

She called the front desk and had them send up the actual donuts and they apologized profusely and promised her donuts for the remainder of her stay would be complementary. Sitting down they briefed the agents about everything so far and told them not to forget about the party that night.

That afternoon Brennan had a forensics lecture and she sought out Hodgins to see what he had that afternoon. He checked his schedule and told her he didn't have anything. She told him to go get the evidence and that they would work on the castings as part of the lecture. At the lecture, Brennan and Hodgins went through the casting process to show them the exacting way in which their casting was done including methods and mediums used.

She also showed them how to make a medium if they did not have it available. Once the casting was done she conferenced Wendell at the Jeffersonian who walked through it step by step so the lecture hall could see. When they were finished, they had the casting information beamed to the computer and they had the information to find the weapon. Brennan used the computer to connect to the Jeffersonian armory and pulled up the file on the weapon.

The evidence was then cataloged and put back in the safe and locked up. Brennan and Hodgins sat at the back of Angela's lecture until it was over. Angela and Hodgins offered to drive everyone back to the hotel and they agreed. Brennan texted Booth to let him know what was going on.

Brennan: Angela is driving us all back to the hotel. Meet us there.
Booth: Okay I should not be here too much longer.
Brennan: Don't forget the Party tonight we have to go.
Booth: I know. I don't want to but we have to.
Brennan: See you later. Love you
Booth: Love you too.

When they arrived at the hotel Brennan showered and fixed her hair. She was applying her make up when Booth walked in. Walking up behind her, he kissed the back of her neck and told her.

"You look and smell good enough to eat." She smiled at him, turned around and kissed him back.

"Go shower. Your chimpanzee suit is hanging in the closet."

"Monkey suit Bones." Booth laughed as he grabbed a towel and headed for the shower.

Fifteen minutes later, he came out and she was fastening her garter belt. He groaned this was going to be along night since he knew what she was wearing underneath whatever gown she was wearing. She pulled on her stockings and glanced up. She grinned.

"You need to finish so I can get dressed."

He laughed and pulled on his tuxedo draping the tie around his neck. He began digging looking for his cuff links.

"I thought you said you packed my cuff links."

"I packed a very special pair."

She walked over to the dresser and opened her underwear drawer. Pulling out a jeweler's box, she handed it him. He flipped open the lid and got a goofy grin. Nestled in the box was a pair of cuff links bearing the word cocky. Leaning over he kissed her.

"I love them."

"They're Boothy. Since you're unable to wear your cocky belt buckle with your tuxedo, I thought cocky cuff links would serve you well." She smiled and kissed him back.

"Now go down stairs I will be with you in a moment. After he left she pulled out her garment bag and pulled out the black dress. She slipped into a gown that was floor length and halter style. It had a deeply plunged back and a slit up to her thigh. Slipping on her 4-inch sheik Maureens, she walked over to the dresser and put on her teardrop opal earrings and necklace. Giving herself a once over she nodded and went down stairs.

She got to the bottom of the stairs and silence fell over the room. Everyone was there as was Perotta who she invited to ride with the group to the dinner. Smiling she grabbed her clutch.

"Let's go we have a party to get to."

Arriving at the doors the door attendant opened the door and next to the curb was a stretch limo. The driver opened the door. Perotta climbed in then Charlie, Cam then Sweets, Angela then Hodgins, Brennan then Booth. They arrived a few minutes ahead of schedule and saw everyone milling around the entrance. The driver stopped and came around to open the door. The males climbed out first and helped the women out of the vehicle.

As the women exited the vehicle there were collective gasps from the male agents.

"You know a lady could get used to this," Perotta quipped.

They walked into the ballroom with smiles on their faces. Brennan stopped abruptly and Booth stopped with her.

"Booth I just saw Jared," Brennan whispered.

"What?"

"I just saw your brother Jared," she whispered.

"Maybe you just saw someone who looked like him."

"Yeah because there is no way I would make that mistake," she said sarcastically.

"Okay well that would be strange why would he be here?"

"I have no idea."

They continued into the ballroom. Tables were around the edge of the dance floor and there was a podium at the front across from the doors. Booth sighed it was one of those parties. They found their tables. All of the Jeffersonian team and Booth were at one table. As they sat down Booth heard Brennan groan.

"What's wrong Bones?"

"Hacker is here," She said with her teeth clenched a little bit.

"Hey you were the one that went out with him," Booth teased her.

"Yeah but he has become obnoxious in his endeavor to make sure that I remember that. In addition, I now find him highly annoying. He seems to think that because I work with the FBI that he has some authority over me," she ground out her teeth clenched together.

Everyone at the table started laughing, no one but Brennan had control over Brennan and they all knew it. Hacker approached the table

"I am so glad you guys were able to make it," Assistant Deputy Director Hacker schmoozed.

"We did not really have a choice did we? It was mandatory," Brennan stated icily.

They heard a cough behind Hacker that sounded like a choked laugh. D.D. Cullen stepped around him and smiled. All of a sudden, flash bulbs started popping around them. After blinking twice, the team looked up. Press had started roaming around and was setting up video camera's everywhere.

Booth groaned out, "Sir you could have warned me it was one of those parties. I would have gotten shot to avoid it."

Brennan cut her eyes to him in confusion. "Why in the world would you want to purposely get shot?"

"Because it's an awards party and I don't want to be here. Which means it will be long and we have to stay for the whole thing among other things," Booth mumbled.
She looked around and shrugged.

Angela pulled her up by her hand. "I'll explain it to her agent studly," Angela whispered loudly as she pulled Brennan off towards the bathroom by the hand.

Lovely, lovely nothing like an annoying awards banquet with the ever smarmy Hacker. What kind of trouble can the two of them get into and why is the squint squad there?
Read tomorrow for the next chapter and as always Reviews are welcomed, loved and appreciated.