Okay, here's chapter one. I'm really sorry if this sounds really sucky, but this was insanely hard to write for some ungodly reason. I've been having some writer's block for awhile now, but I had to post this to maybe overcome it. Really hope you like.

Planning A Night On The Town

(Angela's POV):

Dear Diary,

I have always prided myself on two things: being able to understand the psychology of both normal people and uptight, stubborn scientists, and being able to catch my best friend in the world, Dr. Temperance Brennan, in a lie. Now that I've caught her and she doesn't know, I'm left to wonder why she lied to me in the first place.

There's no way that she was THAT happy about her book's early completion. The look in her eyes was purely the kind of happy that can only ever happen because of a man. Oh, yeah, I also know relationships pretty well. What was really bugging me was the fact that Bren was lying to me about a guy, something that she never hides from me. Unless…

It struck me like a baby-grand piano that'd fallen from the sky in a cartoon.

There's only three people in the world that Bren would lie for: Russ, Me (how sweet?), and Booth. She's not that way about me or her brother (thank God), so she and Booth must've been up to something. The two of them had been acting a little differently. Booth must've been giving her a crash-course in lying, because that was hard for me to depict. The only thing was why would they keep such a great thing under wraps?

How would I prove my theory?

All of these questions swirled around in my head while I relied on my ipod to soothe my already tense nerves. I don't know why, but "Viva La Vida" always seems to relax me, no matter what the situation might be. What I really needed was a drink, but I doubt that would look good for me: already boozing before nine.

To prove that a picture like the one that was forming in my head was a reality, it was going to take all of the creativity that I could muster. If Bren and Booth WERE sneaking around their friends like a couple of thieves, they going to cover their tracks very carefully, especially Mr. F.B.I. hot-shot.

Well, I'm an artist and a computer tech, I get paid pretty well to be creative. If Raoul wants to protect Christine, then here came the Phantom. Sorry for the analogy, Diary, but you know that The Phantom of the Opera is my favorite. I kinda like the ring, anyway; Angela Montenegro: private investigator. Look out you two, here I come…

* * *

Dear Diary,

Brennan and Booth piled into my office about an hour later to see if I had the facial reconstruction for their latest victim. The skull had been in really good shape, so I had completed it rather quickly. The two of them looked kinda flustered, like they'd just gotten done yelling at each other again. I just gave them a knowing smile and led them over to my pride and joy, the Angelator.

I waited patiently for the program to boot and turned to Brennan, "Hey Bren, I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me and Cam tonight for drinks? You know, post-Monday blues being blown away." I asked innocently.

Bren looked like she was considering it for a moment, "You mean you need me to be the designated driver?" she asked calmly.

I could only laugh, "No, Sweetie, we're getting a cab. We want you to have a good time, too."

Brennan sighed, "Sure, why not? I'm just gonna be guilt-tripped into it anyway."

"Yay!" I hugged her quickly before gaining a slight sense of professionalism and called up the program. Booth looked at me like I'd just grown a second head.

"Are you okay, Angela, or are you smoking something in here?" Booth asked, knowing I'd understand what he'd meant.

I smirked, "Maybe…anyway, here's my rendering of the victim."

The perfect plan was all laid out in my head.

* (No POV) *

"I don't like it." Booth stated plain and simply once they were free of the confines of the lab and riding the streets of D.C. in the Toyota.

"It's…fishy, right?" Brennan asked.

"It sure is fishy."

"Do you think she knows? 'Cause that would just about make my day." Brennan mumbled.

He laughed. "Was that Bones' sarcasm?"

She smiled, "Yes, it was."

"That's pretty good. I don't think she knows for certain, I just think she suspects something and is trying to pursue it, investigate." Booth said.

"Then what do you think Angela's going to get out of taking me and Cam out tonight?" Brennan asked.

"I think she's going to try to get her best friend drunk and then ask her who she's going out with, but that's just the picture forming in my head." he turned towards the Hoover building that housed F.B.I. headquarters.

Brennan was taken aback, "That's sneaky."

"Yes, it is." Booth replied.

"It's under-handed." she said more definitively.

"Well, that's Angela for you."

Brennan thought while he pulled into his parking space in the underground garage. "I'll take care of it, don't worry." she said after a minute.

"You know I will no matter what you say." he flashed her the charm smile.

She responded with her own half-smile. "Don't go all mushy on me. We've got murders to solve."

Booth couldn't help it though. He gave a quick kiss before they trudged to the elevator to his office.

* * *

"Please, Cam?" Angela pleaded with her superior and her friend.

"Look, Angela, you know how much I like to drink, but I don't wanna get in the middle of your shenanigans to get Dr. Brennan drunk to get her to admit to something she might not have done." Cam said in a flat tone while weighing someone's liver.

"You don't have to be in the middle of it, Cam, you just need to be there for moral support. I'll buy your drinks. Please?" Angela begged.

Cam smiled, feeling a different sense of power wash over her. "That won't be necessary, Angela. I'll do it under one condition."

She looked hopeful, "Anything, just name it."

"You and Hodgins don't grope each other in the office for the next two weeks. I'd prefer never again, but I think that'd be too much for the two of you." she grinned.

Angela winced, "Couldn't you make it a week and a half?"

"Nope, two weeks of non-groping, and I'll do it." Cam said, removing a lung.

She gasped through her clenched teeth. "Deal." she mumbled.

Cam clasped her hands together like she was praying and grinned. "Excellent…and that's effective immediately." Angela turned around to protest. "I scratch you're back, you scratch mine. We're even."

"Alright, alright. Be ready at seven." she said. Hodgins was going kill her, but it didn't matter if she could get Brennan just drunk enough for her to have a slip of tongue and not remember it the next day. She would go down in history as the first woman to ever trick Dr. Temperance Brennan into telling her something that she didn't want told.

* * *

Seeley Booth couldn't believe he was doing this. He probed his eyes with the colored contact lenses and slid the wig onto his head. He couldn't trust Angela to not ask her best friend who she was dating. He knew she suspected something, but didn't have the time to see the extent of her suspicions. More importantly, Booth knew that Brennan wasn't one to do things like this. Sneaking in under the Montenegro radar seemed like the best option to make himself feel better.

He dipped two fingers into the black paint in front of him and swiped two thick war lines over his cheekbones. In order to throw off Angela's artistic eye, he wore a long blond, fuzzy wig, blue contact lenses, and make-up.

Jeez, Seeley, the things you do for Bones. he thought. Booth was mentally preparing himself for the events of the night ahead. He smiled into the mirror "All a hundred percent worth it." he said to his reflection.

* * *

"Come on, Bren! The club awaits us." Angela called to her friend from the doorway of her office. Brennan was still in her blue lab coat.

"Technically, that's not true, because people will effectively intoxicate themselves whether we're there to observe it or not." Brennan typed out an email to someone who was bound to be important to the anthropology field in some shape, way, or form.

"This is true, Bren, but I wanna be one of those people intoxicating themselves." she said while navigating her friend away from her desk.

"You ready? We're burning moonlight." Cam popped her head into Brennan's office.

"Yes, we are." Angela said before Brennan could intervene with whatever excuse she would come up with. She wasn't going to have to worry about anything tonight, Angela was going to take care of everything.

Brennan groaned audibly as she shrugged on her coat. She didn't know how she was supposed to fool Angela if she were drinking, hell she could hardly fool Angela sober. She did something she never did before, Brennan prayed that by some miracle, there would be a way out of telling the truth.

So, what do you think? Does it suck horribly or is it good? I really can't tell on this one. Please leave me a review and I promise I'll do better on the next one.