A/N: okay first off im sorry it took forever to upload but thats wat happens wen writers block really hates you and also when you AP exams to get ready for in two months...except its tomorrow..

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Later that night…

"Booth would you settle down already? Ange said she would give us a crash course on how to act at a techno club, not meet the president." Brennan sighed crossing her arms. Booth wringed his hands and took a few more paces before sitting back down next to Brennan.

"I know that, its just, this is Angela we're talkin' about here, there's no telling what she has hidden up her sleeve." He slumped back against the couch.

"Well I'm sure its just instruction on what to wear, mannerisms, dancing, and interacting with other patrons at the club." She shrugged and looked over at Booth.

"Still, I've know Ange for a few years too and I dunno, I just don't trust what she is going to put us through." He sighed again.

"You sound like you're about to do boot camp all over again." Brennan chuckled.

Booth sat up straight and looked at Brennan, "Hey trust me, basic training is probably going to be nothing compared to Angela's rave crash course."

"Stop being over dramatic Booth, we're going to be fine." Brennan smiled and that made Booth gulp. 'Oh god what did I get myself into?' Booth pondered worriedly as there was a knock on the door.

Brennan got up from the couch and opened the door for Angela who had an armful of bags with her. Now Booth was just short from breaking out into a cold sweat. 'Okay, this can't be too bad' When the girls finally made it over to the table, Angela started pulling out make up, neon colored fabrics, a few DVDs, her iPod, and other accessories. 'Sweet Jesus, God help me!' Booth yelled in his head.

After the first torturous hour of the course, Brennan and Booth were already fidgeting and looking nervous as Angela continued on about the club scene. She first showed them videos from clubs and raves that Angela had happened to go to in the past, Brennan was fascinated, and Booth was uncomfortable. Next was the music, Angela hooked up her iPod to Brennan's speakers and played an assortment of techno music from what Ange called "Hard style" to "House", Brennan even had time to interject facts about culture and the tempo of the bass while Booth pondered on how the music was good, "but how the hell people danced to this?" Sadly, for the partners, this is where Ange got her evil glint in her eye. Thankfully, at least to the pair on the couch, they were good at masking their horrified faces.

"Well now that you mentioned it Booth," Brennan flicked her eyes back at Booth, "we might as well start the dancing lesson now." She got up from her chair in front of them and pushed another DVD into the player. The video started to play, "Okay now there are specific dances people like to do called Shuffling, Jump Style, and DnB. Now some of the dances are hard to do but if you guys wanna learn them then go right ahead, I'll leave some links for you guys to check out to learn how to do them. However, since you guys have to go under as a couple, there's a little more to dancing then just waving limbs and jumping around." Ange slowly got up from her chair and thought about how to phrase her words properly while also hiding her smile, this was the fun part and the hardest part, how to not make Booth have a meltdown and Brennan to understand the concept the first time around.

"Okay you two, get up." They obliged willingly for now. Now it's going to get tricky. "Uh Brennan turn your back to Booth and Booth step closer to her." They slowly complied and waited for Angela to instruct them next. "Now Booth, put your hands on Bren's waist and stand against each other." Booth slowly did so all the while clenching his teeth and running through hockey stats, Brennan breathed slowly and counted from 10.

Now for the hardest part, Angela kept her smile to a minimum, "so have you guys ever grind danced before?" Booth immediately jumped away from Brennan, hands in the air and turned to Angela.

"Are you out of your mind?" He yelled, Brennan was blushing but Booth didn't notice.

"Answer the question Booth?" Ange cocked an eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest.

"I- wel- yeah I guess I have, but not to like techno or anything." He dropped his hands to his sides and kept his eyes away from Brennan.

"Don't worry Sweetie, I already know your answer." Ange suggested to Brennan. Her blush deepened a few hues.

"Look I know this is uncomfortable," Angela was laughing inside her head, "but you guys need to do this to attract the killer and to blend in better. So I'm not leaving until you guys practice and get something done." Booth's jaw had dropped in a horrified look and Brennan's eyes went wide. "Here we can watch what the dancing looks like so I don't have to instruct you, but this is also whatever you improvise as well." Angela sat back down in her chair while Booth and Brennan moved to sit on the opposite side of the couch from each other.

After a few clips of what Booth thought of was "having sex on the dance floor", Ange forced them off the couch and back to their prior places, with Brennan in Booth's arms. Ange went over to the speakers and turned up some music. Booth stood there, his fingers flexing over Brennan's trim waist while Brennan looked frozen.

"Come on guys, move!" Angela yelled over the music. Slowly, they both started to move in a swaying rhythm that one would find at a middle school dance. Angela slapped her hand over her face.

"You know what? Fine. I'm going to go get outfits ready for you guys and a glass of water, in the meantime, ACTUALLY DANCE!" She shouted over the bass. She swiftly picked up all the bags and a bottle of water from Brennan's kitchen and walked into the nearest bedroom.

Booth and Brennan had stopped moving in the middle of the floor and she turned in his arms to face him.

"Booth we will have to do this sometime." She said.

"I know but it was weird with Angela staring like she was watching a horror movie." Booth rolled his eyes.

"I don't know what that means." Her brows furrowed together.

"Forget it Bones. Okay so… um we can dance back to front or face to face. Uh what do you wanna do?" Booth tried to read her expression but he was drawing a blank.

"Well we can start with basic stuff then work up to more intimate moves." She suggested. Booth swallowed but nodded his head. Brennan nodded back and returned her back to his chest.

Slowly they began to move their hips side to side, building to the tempo of the current song playing throughout her apartment. Their moves began to pick up speed to the music, when all of a sudden Brennan introduced a hip gyrate that she learned in one of the videos that happened to move her ass against Booth's groin. Booth gritted his teeth but kept up with her, their movements finally matching with the beat of the bass. To test the waters further, Booth began to lightly run his hands up and down from the sides of her thighs to the curve of her waist, Brennan's heart involuntarily quicken at the feeling of Booth caressing her sides. She moved her palms over his forearms to his thighs as well to stay close and keep a pattern. 'Side-side-circle-step-step-hip roll-repeat' they both thought, their threads to sanity unravelling ever so slightly. Booth was praying now that the song would end soon to end the torture and prevent the arousal from getting any worse. Yet again, he didn't want it to end. He was holding, touching his partner, Bones, in a way he never has before, and it was heaven.

While Booth was thinking about the feel of her in his arms, Brennan decided to throw caution to the wind and turned to face him. However, he wasn't surprised at her action and quickly pulled her close and kept up their dancing. Her arms went around his neck while his circled to the absolute lowest part of her back and hips to keep her close and moving. Still looking at the floor, they watched as their bodies moved in tune to the music, her legs slightly parted by one of Booth's legs, hips grinding sensually together. Playing the last caution card, they both looked up and held each other's gaze. Instantly Brennan's hands tightened a grip on the back of his neck and his roamed over her lower back. Nothing but trust and longing exposed in their eyes as they continued their tortured dance. Suddenly they realized the song had ended and a new tempo slowly began to build. They backed away from each other, limbs disengaging apart. They still held their gaze, not even realizing that they were practically panting from the activity. Once again, Ange stepped into the room.

"Well you guys, I actually forgot some stuff for clothing but I can come back tomorrow night and we can work out outfits. Booth make sure you bring black jeans, no holes or anything, and the slimmest pair that you have. Oh and any bright colored shirts or just a plain hugging black one. Also, if you have a pair of Converse then bring those too." Booth nodded and finally broke eye contact with Brennan.

"Okay. Well I have to go. I gotta pick up Parker early tomorrow since Rebecca has an important meeting in the morning but I'll be here around 6. Is that okay Bones?" He glanced back to her as he picked up his jacket and keys off the hall table.

"Yes, that's fine Booth. Night. And goodnight to you too Ange." Brennan smiled and began pushing Angela towards the door where Booth just left through.

"Oh come on Bren! Aren't you going to tell me how your dance with Agent Studly was?" Angela asked.

"Were you watching us?" Brennan breathed evenly to hide her worried tone.

"No, I was working the whole time." Angela said smoothly.

"Another time Ange, I will tell you." Brennan stated and started to shut the door.

"You better!" Ange said as the door shut. Once she reached her car, she pulled out her digital camera she brought with her and turned it on. "Oh my god, Jack is never going to believe this!" Quickly she climbed into her car and drove home.

Booth was restless all night. Their dance kept playing repeatedly in his head; she kept playing over and over in his head. He shook off his covers and went to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. He gulped it down, returned his dark bedroom, and fell back onto the bed. Eventually around 2 or 3 am he fell into a slumber, dreaming of her still in his arms.

Brennan wasn't fairing any better than Booth was. She rolled around constantly to get comfortable but little thoughts kept shaking her from her drowsiness. 'Not as good as his arms' her mind would echo and she would roll over to resettled back into her pillow. Finally, exhaustion won over and pulled her into peaceful sleep.

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