I realize some, if not most, of these stories don't exactly coincide with the titles' name. I mostly named it that for future little Fics where Christine is there and we see B&B interacting with her and then sometimes Michael even comes.

Get ready for some Squirmy!B&B. Kinda put them in a typical 'Bones Situation' – or two – and I think I kept the stammering in character. ;) This is intended to be a really fun, maybe even funny, chapter. It's hard to write group fics for me. So many people and I forget about them, but I think this went well.

Going forward in time a little from last chapter!

Disclaimer: It would be nice to own Bones, but I don't even own a car yet!

Group Night Out

Takes place about six weeks after Season 6 Finale.

"Sweetie!" Angela waved to her friend across the bar. Around her sat Hodgins, Sweets and Cam at a tall table. All that was wising was her favorite couple and the artist jumped with joy when she saw Booth come in right behind Brennan. There was a clear path and Angela saw it. She ran to her friend and enveloped her in an eager hug. She laughed when Brennan grunted with the impact.

"Oof. Nice to see you, too, Angela." The Anthropologist made to let go but she found she was gripped tighter. She hoped she wouldn't realize her slightly extended stomach through her coat and scarf.

"Hey, I've hardly seen you in two months! I only see you closed up in your office the last few weeks I've been back, Sweetie. Hodgins has been driving me crazy, anyway, so I orchestrated this little get-together." The artist smiled at her work all coming together at last.

Behind them, there was the shouted comment of, "I've been driving you crazy!?" from the entomologist himself.

The two women laughed.

Angela spotted Booth taking a seat at the table and signaling to a waiter. "Hey, big guy."

"Oh, right. Hi, Angela." They hugged and Angela pulled away, eyeing him.

"I hope you're taking good care of Bren. I left her in your hands but from now on it's me, her and Michael! You won't be seeing her for weeks if I have anything to say about it."

"Wh- Angela. I can take care of myself." Brennan said as she took a seat between Sweets and Booth.

"No, 'cause he's not my son as well or anything." Hodgins muttered. Angela ignored him and took her seat next to him.

"Don't mind her, if she annoys you," the entomologist continued. "She's been cooped up for weeks. She's just excited to've finally left the house."

"It's not good to stay inside for a long period of time. It's been proven that it can cause quite a few types of depression. From not being socially active, getting enough sunlight." Sweets chimed in, taking a swig of his beer.

"I agree." Brennan said.

"Hey, what's a guy gotta do to get one of those around here?" Booth pointed at Sweets's drink and eyed everyone else's. He didn't remember it taking that long to crack open a beer in this place, though he'd been spending nearly every day with Brennan for a handful of weeks. They didn't go out much.

"The old fashioned way, Seeley. Ask for one." Cam spoke up. "By the way. It's mice to see you both. Especially you, Seeley. I always see Dr. Brennan but I'm sure she's told you I've been in and out for a while now."

"Camille. Always a pleasure." Booth nodded her direction, finally getting his drink set in front of him.

She rolled her eyes. "So polite. Been training him have you?"

Brennan took a sip of her water, she hoped no one noticed her lack of drinking alcohol. "No. Booth doesn't need any training. He has multiple skills in many fields and categories. Especially at the dinner table." She stated for the group.

Hodgins smirked. "Ahh, so there is a table at Booth's! I always imagined hunching over a countertop next to the fridge." He joked, imitating holding a bowl and eating from it.

Sweets laughed at this.

"Ay, my place has a table, alright? I'm not an animal." Booth defended.

"Yes, but we usually sit on the couch. The coffee table suits just fine. Although at my place we use the table." Brennan cut in.

"Yeah, but there's no TV," Booth muttered behind his beer, addressing everyone except his partner as he took a swig.

Angela gaped, forgetting her own beer. "Still!?"

"Dr. Brennan, this has to change. How do you keep up with current events?" The psychologist asked next to her.

"I read. I have a TV-"

"It's just in the kitchen."

She smacked Booth's arm. "And the other one-"

"Is in the closet."

"Would you stop it!" She shoved him with no actual force but he leaned away dramatically.

"I'm just sayin'. It wouldn't hurt to put one in the living room. Now that Parker's over so often." Oops.

"Woah, woah, woah. Parker lives with you guys?" Sweets blew up, a hand very seriously splayed on the table.

"Yes, shrinky-dink." Booth said, rolling his eyes.

"Every weekend," Brennan added. "Rebecca has been a little more generous with Booth's time with him. He likes my apartment very much." The Anthropologist said proudly. "Although," she held up a finger. "he'll be leaving soon for a school trip to England and won't be back for two weeks."

"Woah! Kid in the home!" Cam said, eyebrows raised. "Isn't that a big step?"

Oh, you have no idea, Booth thought. "Well Parker's always liked Bones. As far as he's concerned we were always, y'know, dating." He said awkwardly.

"You still call her Bones, huh?" Angela poked at the next topic, only to have it shot down by her husband.

"How long does he think you two have been dating?" He asked suggestively.

"Okay, you know what, enough alright? He's my son, not some spec of 'whatever' you can put on your little microscope and study." Booth pointed his finger at the entomologist across from him. "And yes I still call her Bones, what's wrong with that?"

"Booth it was just a question," Cam said, laughing. "Sheesh, you not getting enough sleep or what?"

"This is how I always am."

"It's true."

"Thanks Bones."

"Well what? You just said it yourself."

"Oh stop. That is just how he is." Hodgins leaned back in his chair. "Big bad FBI. Gotta keep up the image mojo. Ah, well. Some things never change."

"Thanks, dude." Booth said bitterly.

"Probably a good thing, too. That some things never change, I mean." Sweets said.

"We'll always have murders." Brennan piped.

"Oh, I don't even want to think about murder!" Angela groaned.

"Most people don't." Cam laughed.

"Not us!"

Why?" Brenna asked.

"Why don't I want to think about murder?" the artist confirmed. Her friend nodded. "Because murders means going back to work for good and since that's two days from now that's soon."

"And she doesn't want to leave Michael." Hodgins added, laying an arm over the back of Angela's chair.

"Oh, Angela. It'll be alright." Cam said, touching Angela's arm. "If it makes you feel any better, Michelle can babysit until you can get Michael-Vincent cleared for the Jeffersonians Day Care."

"That would make things a little better, thanks Cam." Angela smiled genuinely. She took a sip of her drink and leaned back in her chair.

"Of course." The Palientologist smiled back.

"So, what's new with you, Sweets?" Brennan asked.

The psychologist back tracked, trying to follow the brilliant woman's train of thought. "Woah, why am I suddenly the topic of conversation?"

"It seemed like a logical transition. You've hardly spoken and we have all pretty much said what's new with us." The anthropologist worked out loud.

"What are you afraid, Sweets? Somethin' goin' on between you and Daisy?" Booth asked. Looking over his partners' shoulder, he raised his eyebrows.

"What? No, no. Of course not. Of course not. Uhm, there have been many- Okay yeah. Look, I met her parents the other week and I totally messed up and Daisy said she hasn't heard a word from them since." Sweets blabbed.

"What did you do?" So interested in the result was she, and everyone else, they gave Sweets their full attention.

"Well it was very obscene," He explained, hands making movements on the table to explain his side clearly. "But let's just say the old man was making a joke, and I thought it was a dirty one, and I somehow – somehow – referenced it to me and Daisy's. . ."

The whole table repulsed, and all at once they leaned back in their chairs with gasps and 'ew's. Cam even set down her glass, half full with red wine.

"Yeah." Was all Sweets said, slouched back in his seat and taking a fitful swig of his beer.

"Sweets! I can't believe-" Booth started.

"Some first impression!" Angela commented, along with everyone else, who took turns stating how they felt.

"That's. . .bad." Hodgins made a face. "I mean really, really bad."

"No, you see. That's one of the things you wait for, Sweets, you wait for it. Especially if it involves their daughter." Booth explained, pointing his beer at the doctor.

"Yeah, I know, I know. But Dr. Brennan asked, so you can all thank her!"

"Wh- I was just trying to be nice! I didn't want you to feel left out." Brennan defended.

"Yeah, let's not pick on Bones, okay? I don't think you want that nice suit of yours half covered in trash." Booth leaned on the table, looking at Sweets.

Hodgins laughed and Sweets held up his hands. "Hey, I'm just sayin'!"

"Booth! I can take care of myself." Brennan turned to her best friend across the table. "Angela, would you please inform Booth of this?"

"What is that, like, a daily requirement that you say that?" Booth smirked. "It's every day with you, Bones."

"Well, I feel you fail to listen the first hundred times." She ignored him.

"No, Booth, I agree with Bren. She can take care of herself. I think Bren could take you on, one hand behind her back." Angela crossed her arms smugly.

"No, I think maybe in a fist fight, but guns is where it's at for Seeley." Cam raised her glass at Booth. "I'm on his side."

"Thank you, I guess. But I'm not only good with guns." Booth explained.

"Booth is very strong. Although I do think my better knowledge of the human structure and various martial arts skills would make me have the better advantage should we ever get in an actual physical fight." Going back to Cam's comment she added. "And I am a good shot, I do not know why that's so hard to believe."

"I think you're a good shot, Dr. Brennan." Sweets said.

Everyone at the table started.

"Stop kissing up to her, Sweets!" Booth said.

"Seriously, man. She's not your boss." Hodgins laid a hand on the psychologists shoulder.

"I am totally serious! I'm not kissing up!"

"Thank you, Sweets." Brennan said, shooting Hodgins a look.

The proud doctor straightened his suit and tie. "You're welcome."

Everyone sipped at their drinks for a moment.

"Yeah, besides," Angela set down her drink. "If there's any to be done to Bren, anyway, it should be Booth who does it." Angela smirked, holding her beer and watching as her best friend squirmed.

"If you're hoping I'll kiss him in front of all of you, you're wrong." Brennan met the artists' cool eyes across the table, and leaned across the table at her.

Angela shot her a snobby 'Well fine!' look. "Total buzz kill, Sweetie."

"Well, I might." Booth said.

Brennan rolled her eyes. "Then I'm moving away from you."

"He come on like this a lot?" Cam asked.

"Not usually," Brennan shook her head. "Everyone coming together again must be bumping his ego, and nerve. I didn't even brush my teeth before we left, so it would be his loss." She shrugged and sipped her water.

"C'mon, Bren. Just one kiss. For me." Angela smiled.

"Are you feeling puckish? The last time someone asked me to kiss Booth, they said they were feeling puckish."

"Well that sounds like a story to tell me sometime." Angela said, feigning hurt. "But seriously, Sweetie." She motioned her head toward Booth.

Her face scrunched. "No. I never asked you and Hodgins to kiss in front of me. Frankly I find it strange that you would even ask. Why would it appeal to you?"

"Not enough angsty-drama's at the house, Hodgins?" Booth asked, chin on his hand.

The entomologist raised his hands. "I have no idea, I'm not apart of this." He shook his head.

"Am I the only one feeling awkward about this?" Brennan asked the group. She wasn't embarrassed or blushing or anything, but she did find it weird that people liked to watch others kiss. Puckish or no.

"Uhh, I feel awkward," Sweets raised his hand. "Although I thin Angela is still grasping the truth of your engagement into your new relationship. Being that it's been so long since she's last seen you." He analyzed.

Brennan looked back to Angela. "Would you prefer another hug?"

"Oh that is so not fair, Brennan."

"Okay, now I feel awkward." Cam raised her hand.

The anthropologist sighed. "Are all female friends like this, or just Angela?"

"Not all of them, but thank God you were blessed with me, Honey." Angela grinned.

Booth put his head down on the table, groaning.

"That's attractive." Brennan commented, putting a hand on his back.

"Well, you won't kiss me in front of our friends, but you'll gladly make a sarcastic remark about my looks." Booth complained jokingly.

"No- no. I was merely commenting on the way you slouched to the table. It had nothing to do with your facial or physical appearance."

"Merely?"

"Yes. It's a word."

"Uuuh oh. I think we're witnessing the beginnings of love, here." Hodgins announced, getting to the edge of his seat.

"Honey, I think we're way past love here." Angela looked at him, then back to her friend.

Cam laughed. "Duck and cover."

"Why? Is there a food fight?" Brennan looked around, confused.

Everyone laughed again.

"Glad you consider us friends though, Agent Booth." Sweets said.

Booth and Brennan looked at him. "Well yeah. I mean you have to admit, it's some word for all of us, but you know." Booth shrugged.

"Aaand he's back to macho-man." Cam said, swallowing a gulp of wine. They all laughed except for Booth.

Brennan leaned against her partner, their chairs considerably close. "Booth is very macho. If you want to go by the definition of that term."

"And you're all about definitions, Sweetie." Angela patted her friends' hand on the table, grinning.

"I'm all about science, and the study of humans. But yes, definitions of modern pop-culture references are what I am about." Brennan sat up straighter, feeling 'cool'.

Angela and Hodgins exchanged glances, knowing that what she said was becoming just a little truer each day.

Well I was going to do this chapter and go work on the backyard, but it's thunder and lightning outside! So looks like ya'll will get another chapter today. C'est bon?

Part Two coming at you in a little while.