E is for Eggnog in an Elevator

Thank you to piratesmileynoelle1322, andLaby Anne Boleyn for suggesting eggnog and elevator!

E is also for : eccentric, elaborate, elicit, erroneous, erratic, eclectic, excessive, exact, established, empathetic, elated, Expectations, Ever after, Ember, Enter, Everything, Effort, Entrust, Everything, eventually, embrace, easy, echo, end, ego, Epiphany, Elephants, Elegant, Eggplant, Eclectic, Existence, Emulsified, education.

Love you guys! (now i need F)

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Angela was in a frenzy. It was the day of the Jeffersonian Christmas Party, and she was busy decorating and arranging, and ordering people to decorate and arrange.

Brennan and Booth didn't have a case, but were strolling around the lab talking and helping with preparations for the party. As they walked past the platform, they heard a hushed whisper.

"Psssttt!! Dr. B!" Brennan stopped walking and looked around.

"Where are you?" She whispered back. Booth was watching her curiously.

"In here!" The voice said. Before either of them could object, they were dragged into Hodgins' station. Hodgins and Zack were huddled in the small cubicle where they had just abducted the partners. Hodgins explained quickly.

"Angela is looking for people to help her. I wouldn't get in her way--"

"HODGIE! WHERE ARE YOU??" The group froze as the artist's shrill voice and trademark heel clicks were heard coming nearer.

"Oh no! Hide!" Zack squeaked, diving under a desk. Bren grabbed a beaker and pretended to be working. Booth hid in the corner, shrinking against the wall. Hodgins, having no where to hide, dove behind his chair. The clicking stopped.

"What the HELL are you guys doing?" Angela asked, looking around at everyone 'hiding' in the small space. Turning her evil 'I'm gonna make you work' eye on Booth and Brennan, she said,

"You two, come with me. Hodgie, Zack- can you go help put up mistletoe? Put it everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE!!..." She said cheerily as the boys slumped off. Angela tugged Booth and Brennan along behind her, talking as she went.

"I need you two to take this upstairs. They set up that huge conference room for the party." Angela pointed to a large keg. Booth's eyes widened. He had never seen a keg so big. It was a good three feet tall, and he probably couldn't get his arms around it. Shrugging, Booth leaned down and flipped it onto its side. It was very heavy.

"Bones? Help?" She shoved the beaker that was still in her hand into her pocket, and immediately went over to helped him to roll the keg to the nearest elevator.

"What do you think is in it?" Booth asked once the doors to the elevator had closed. They were standing on opposite sides of the keg. Booth punched the 'four' button and they started to rise.

"I don't know." Brennan replied.

They were jolted sideways as the car suddenly stopped. The lights flickered out and the car plummeted about ten feet before stopping with a twang of cable and a loud bang.

"Bones!" Came Booth's worried voice. "Bones, are you ok?!" A soft moan of pain was heard in the car. "Bones!" Booth yelled, his eyes still unadjusted to the dark as he felt around on the floor.

"Booth." She replied, her voice strained. "The keg is on my ankle."

"Ok, hold on." After some rustling, a flashlight clicked on.

"Where'd you get that?" Brennan asked as the mag light lit up the small space. Booth flashed her a charm smile, shrugging and spreading his arms in a 'What?' gesture.

"I'm FBI, Bones. Like a boyscout." Brennan frowned.

"I don't know what that means."

"Always prepared, Bones." Getting down to business, he examined the keg. "Ok, this might hurt a bit." Placing his hands on either side of the keg and the mag light in his mouth, Booth quickly rolled the keg off his partner's foot. She screamed as it jolted her already injured foot. Her scream subsided to a whimper as Booth rushed to her side.

"Bones! Oh God, Bones. Are you ok?" He immediately pulled her into his arms.

"I'm fine, Booth. I don't think it's broken, it just surprised me. Probably a sprain." She leaned down and examined her swollen ankle. Leaning back against Booth with a tired sigh, she let her head fall onto his shoulder as she looked at him upside down. "Now what?"

Booth rolled his eyes. Leave it to Bones to downplay it and change the subject...

"Well, let's see what we have for supplies. You don't know how long we'll be stuck here."

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"One flashlight, my cell phone, your cell phone. A beaker. A keg of something. Anything else?" Booth asked, sitting with his back against the wall, Brennan still in his arms.

"I have a paper clip and a quarter in my pocket." She said.

"Oh, that'll help a lot." Booth said sarcastically.

"I wonder what's in the keg. Wanna crack it open?"

"Sure." He flashed the light in the direction of the keg, now upright again. There was a knob that you pulled that allowed for dispensing right from the keg. Booth grabbed the beaker and scooted over to it. Filling the beaker with something frothy, he returned to Brennan's side and held it out to her. Raising an eyebrow, she sniffed the drink slightly before taking a tentative sip. To Booth's surprise, she let out a giggle.

"Ohhhhh noooo..." She giggled. "This is nooottttt good."

"What's not good, Bones?" Booth asked, taking the beaker and taking a sip as well.

"It's Angela's Eggnog." Brennan explained.

"It tastes like regular eggnog. What's different about 'Angela's'?"

"Angela's is different because she laces it with pure alcohol, and lots of it. She KNOWS that it always makes me slightly... what's the word?"

"Drunk?"

"No." She said, slapping him on the arm. "Tipsy."

"Wonderful." Booth mumbled. "I'm stuck in an elevator with a soon to be 'tipsy' anthropologist and a large keg of a very alcoholic eggnog. What to do?" He asked, grinning to show he was teasing.

"We drink." Brennan said, raising the beaker in a mock toast before guzzling the remainder of the drink in her glass. Refilling it for them, Booth agreed.

"We drink."

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"So, know any drinking games?" Booth asked, after they had finished a few glasses of eggnog.

"Oh! I know one! You toss a quarter into the glass, and if you get it in, the other person has to drink. If you miss, you drink. See, that quarter that you deemed useless will come in handy!" Brennan explained triumphantly.

"Alright, you're on."

Brennan picked up the quarter and, muttering about wind speed and angles, tried to flip the quarter into the beaker. She missed, and drank a full glass of eggnog. Refiling it for Booth, she handed him the quarter. He made it, and she drank again. It wasn't long before Brennan had absolutely no control and couldn't even figure out how to flip the quarter. Booth, a little more sober than Bren, had taken the opportunity to wrap his arms around her and pull her into his lap. She yelped a bit when her ankle was turned- reminding both of them of their situation. Luckily, the alcohol was acting as a pain reliever as she couldn't feel anything through the haze of being drunk.

Snuggled against her partner, Brennan started to ramble.

"You know, I never realllllyyyyy wanted a partner. Then you came along and BAM! I had a partner... and now wwwwweeeeeeeeee ummmm..." She hiccuped. "I really like you Booth. You are nice to me. Not like those other guys... David wasn't as nice as you and-" Hiccup, "Sully left with out mmeeeee. So I like youuuuu. Angela always says your hot... I aggggrrrreeeee..." Hiccup. Glancing up at Booth's lazy smile, she couldn't help but kiss him.

It was sloppy and uncoordinated due to the lack of fine motor skills on both ends, but they both felt the spark. Slipping her tongue into his mouth, Brennan moaned when Booth's hands ventured under her shirt. She unbuttoned the first button on his shirt, still kissing him hungrily.

Just then, Brennan's cell phone rang. Picking it up, she answered groggily. "Brrrrrrrrrrrrr..."

"Bren? Is that you?" Angela asked.

"Eeeeeennnnnnnn..."

"Brennan! Where are you?"

"Aaaaannnnnn!..."

"BRENNAN!" Hearing the artist struggling to get her attention, Booth ripped the phone out of Brennan's grip.

"Hey!" Brennan pouted, sinking back against Booth. While he talked, she traced the lines of his shirt, causing him to shiver deliciously.

"Angela, you still there?" Booth asked.

"Yes. Where the hell are you guys? The party started half an hour ago, and the boys are looking for the eggnog!"

"We're stuck in the elevator with the eggnog. And Bones has been drinking it..."

"Ahhh. That explains things. She can handle hard liquor, but can never handle my eggnog. Are you guys alright?" Angela asked, knowing how easily the partners could get in trouble.

"I think Bones has a sprained ankle- the keg rolled onto her leg when the car stopped. But other than that, we're drunk with eggnog in an elevator."

"Did you call maintenance and ask when they could get you out?" Angela asked.

"No... I think we were too busy playing tip the cup. Or shooting eggnog shots. We were too busy getting drunk, ok?" Booth finished quickly.

"Do you want me to call them and then call you back?" She offered.

"Sure. Thanks, Ange. We'd still be here tomorrow if you didn't call." Hanging up, Booth realized that Brennan had fallen asleep against him. Shifting into a more comfortable position, he kissed the top of her head and tightened his arms around his partner, closing his eyes as well.

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Brennan had a very strange dream. She dreamed that she got stuck in an elevator with Booth. Opening one eye and stretching slightly, she froze when she realized that her 'pillow' was not in fact, her pillow.

Opening the other eye, she looked around. Blinking in the light that was streaming through the elevator doors, she tried to sit up. Yelping when her ankle bumped into the wall, she took in her surroundings.

So, it wasn't a dream. She WAS in an elevator- of which the doors were open. Booth was tangled up with her, his arms wrapped around her middle and his leg hooked around hers. There was a keg standing outside the doors. Poking Booth in the side, she tried to wake him.

"Booth, wake up."

He groaned and flung a hand over his eyes. "Five minutes, Bones." He mumbled sleepily.

"Booth, get up." Brennan said again.

"I'm not stopping you. Go ahead and get up yourself." Booth said.

"Yes, you are stopping me. I have a sprained ankle and I can't move when you hold on to me like that." She said, causing his eyes to shoot open.

"Hold onto you like-- Ahhh!" Booth jumped backwards- or attempted to. His grip on her waist was so tight that he ended up pulling her with him.

"Not helping, Booth. Can we get out of here? I think I've had enough of elevators for a while. And I have a killer hangover." Brennan mumbled.

"Sure. How are we going to do this?" Booth asked, gesturing between them. Brennan raised an eyebrow. "I'll just carry you." Booth said quickly. Picking her up bridal style, he made his way out of the elevator. As Brennan clung to his neck, Booth carried her down the stairs to the lab. When they entered the glass doors, a yell rang through the lab.

"BOOTH! BREN! YOU'RE OK!" Angela shrieked, running over to them. "You missed one hell of a party."

Brennan and Booth locked eyes, grinning. "So did you."