A/N: I'm only a few minutes late but it won't be the last time either. I have a slew of excuses from death, to work stress, to holidays, to family but just bear with me. I will write you 25 chapters. Promise.

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Dec. 18: Julieself chose the word "lollygag".

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"Bones! Don't lollygag, we're running late." He called as he stepped into her office.

"Lollygag? Are you 90 years old now?" Angela asked with a smirk.

"Where is she? We were supposed to leave ten minutes ago." Booth asked as he looked around her otherwise empty office.

"She's almost ready. Relax." Angela said. "You look very nice, by the way."

"Yeah?" He held out his arms for her. "I haven't gone with a three piece in a while. I figured, what the he…." He trailed off as Brennan appeared in her office again. She looked amazing, in a classy but curve-hugging black dress that was just the perfect fit on her body. Her hair was in soft waves and her lips were painted red. Her eyes were smoky, but it somehow didn't look overdone. Only she could bring him to his knees by simply walking into the room.

"I'll leave you two alone." Angela said proudly as she slipped past her and out the door.

"You look very nice." Brennan smiled as she reached for her purse. "Are you ready to go?"

"Um, what?" He asked, looking at her again. She frowned.

"Is something wrong?" She asked as she looked down at her dress. "Angela picked out the dress but if you don't…" Before she could finish, Booth held up his hand.

"It looks perfect." He watched her smile shyly as she finally realized the reason for his silence. He made his way over to her and she smoothed out the shoulders of his suit.

"You look very handsome as well." She replied again. "You haven't worn that suit in quite some time. I've missed it." He gave her his arm.

"Shall we?" He asked.

"We shall."

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"This party was a total bust." Booth said as he walked her down the gardens. "How long do we have to stay?"

"Another 30 minutes. We just got here." She reminded him as she took off her heels and let her bare feet play in the grass. "Just pretend you're on a mission or something. That's what I always do."

"What do you always do?"

"I write. If I were writing this scene, what would I write down, what descriptions would I mention? Who would the murderer be and why?"

"Okay, if you were writing this story into one of your books, what would happen next?" He asked.

"Someone would discover the dead body that had been hidden in the bushes over there." She said honestly. He laughed.

"Assuming Kathy and Andy had already caught the bad guy and were celebrating." He added. Her lips formed an adorable 'oh' as she comprehended what he was asking. She glanced around.

"Next would be sex… probably in…the back seat of that car." She said as she found a proper venue and nodded towards a parked convertible. Booth nearly stroked as the blood rushed from his brain in reaction to her statement. Did she think this way all the time? Was she really that rebellious? She saw his furrowed brow and she backtracked a bit. "Well, it doesn't have to be the car, that's just how I would write it. It's fiction, Booth. If I don't want them to get caught, they won't." She reminded him.

"Well, I can't promise you sex." He made an exaggerated face at the thought. "But it is a good place to hide out for a while." He eyed her for a moment before jumping into the back seat of the car.

"Booth!" She hissed, looking around for witnesses. "That's not your car!"

"You were going to write a sex scene in it! I'm just sitting in it. And it sits nice, actually." He said as he touched the leather seats. "Come on in, Bones. The car is fine." He grinned. She glanced around one more time before handing him her heels with an exasperated sigh. He took them gladly and set them on the floor next to his feet. He took her hand as she pulled herself, dress and all, into the backseat of the car. She landed next to him with an oomph and he let go of her hand so she could smooth out her dress.

"What are we doing in here, Booth?" She asked him. He shrugged and looked at her with a smile as an idea struck him.

"Write me another story, Bones. The last time I heard you tell a story, I was unconscious. I wanna hear one read to me that I remember."

"What kind of story?" She asked.

"I don't know. You're the author." He said, refusing to help her. She sighed as she began to think. "Oh it's easy. Once upon a time, there was…"

"Once upon a time, there was a pushy FBI agent named Agent Seeley Booth?" She replied with a bite in her tone.

"Ooh! That's me!" He said, excited to be the lead character. She rolled her eyes until he continued. "Booth had a partner named Dr. Temperance Brennan." He added with a flourish of his hand to give her control again.

"They worked together to solve crimes and despite their very different techniques, they were quite successful." She wrote on.

"Um, one day, Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan drove to a kingdom far, far away and attended the worst party ever. It was a terrible gala at a rich man's estate in Virginia." Booth groaned dramatically. "But, despite the terrible party, the stars were bright in the sky and they had a gorgeous car to sit in to watch them glow." Booth smiled. Brennan bit her lip as she concentrated on writing what might happen next.

"As Dr. Brennan anxiously awaited their impending arrest, her pulse was racing." She responded, surprising him. "Her body was secreting adrenaline in response to her risky action and she felt her heart beat wildly in her chest." Booth eyed her carefully, trying to determine if that were true.

"Agent's Booth heart began to pound as well, but for a very different reason." He confessed. "Dr. Brennan's eyes were wide in the moonlight and it stole the breath right out of his lungs."

"Booth…" She sighed at his words. He felt her creeping closer and it wasn't long before her lips were brushing across his own. She kissed him lightly, hesitantly, as if she were afraid of losing control. Booth couldn't abide it and he deepened the kiss, wanting all of her or none at all. He felt his entire body light up like a pinball machine as lights danced behind his closed eyes and noises filtered their way into his brain.

No…wait…

He opened his eyes and saw the blue and red flashing lights of the estate's security detail, riding closer on a golf cart. The small siren was getting closer and Brennan was already frantically reaching for her shoes.

"Folks, is this your car?" The guard asked as he shone a flashlight right into their faces.

"No sir." Brennan replied before Booth could even open his mouth. "I just needed a spot to put on my heels. I broke one, you see." She said as she handed the guard the heel of her five hundred dollar pair of shoes and Booth had another stroke. "Agent Booth here was trying to help me reassemble it and when his feeble attempts didn't work, he offered to carry me back to our car so I kissed him. We were just leaving now." The guard seemed to buy Brennan's unflinching story and he nodded once.

"Well, you should get out of the car now. Please." The guard said meekly, losing his control over the situation very quickly.

"We will. Thank you, Officer." She smiled and the guard, who clearly wasn't a cop, damn near blushed at the title. He tipped his hat like a movie character and headed back to his cart. Booth fought the urge to roll his eyes as he jumped out of the back seat.

"That might be my favorite story you've told yet." He teased as she jumped down to the gravel driveway.

"Shut up." She defended herself. "Do you really think I would have gotten into that car without a back-up plan? Someone had to keep us from getting arrested. And you owe me a new pair of shoes."

"What? No way, Miss Rolex. I had nothing to do with it!" He cried.

"We needed a very authentic alibi. I provided my services as a story teller to protect us both from going to jail."

"That's a pretty steep alibi if you ask me. For five hundred dollars, I could go inside and pay a witness to lie for us. Hell, for five hundred dollars, I could probably get the car if the owner was drunk enough."

"Fine. I'll pay for the shoes if you give me a ride back to the car." He considered it and finally turned around.

"Hop on." He said as he grasped her thighs and waited for her to wrap her arms around his neck. She leaned in close.

"It might be safer for your back to…"

"No back Booth driving." He warned as he pointed his finger at her. She bit back her comment and in return, he carried her the rest of the way down the driveway to the parking lot.