Disclosure: As always I do not own BONES or the song. I don't not profit from my little writings, not like anyone would pay me. Haha. I just Booth and Brennan and so lucky that Hart & Co. brought them to us and that FOX has kept them around for 8 great seasons. I hope we get many, many more.

Author's Note: For all my loyal followers, I do apologize that I don't update as much you guys deserve. That is one of my things that I am truly sorry about. I am going to try harder. For new readers, I hope you like what you read and stay with me. One last thing, this song I choose I don't really like, never have, but I heard it again at work and it has been an ear worm in my head. The lyrics just make me think of Booth and his insecurities. The song is Angel Eyes by Jeff Healey and I retrieved the lyrics from , so if the lyrics are wrong I apologize in advance.

Once again he was at these things that he hated. He hated dressing up in the monkey suit, hated having to be in the room with all these "hoity-toits", but the one thing he didn't hate was being with her, his "partner". He always went to these things with her and she hated them as much as he did, but not for the same reasons. She usually always had to speak and socialize with the donors. At least the Jeffersonian only had these things only once, twice a year at most.

So while Booth was sitting at their table waiting for Brennan to return from the podium, which sometimes took awhile because this one, that one and another donor, egg-head or whomever would stop her for small talk. It gave him time to daydream or reminisce while waiting for her return. He always paid attention and listened when she spoke even though most of it went over his head.

As he was sitting there, he thought about what he always thought about. He thought about HER. Being at these kind of events always made him think about his insecurities and how in the world someone like her was ever interesting and loved someone like him. Neither one of them came from money but as she puts it, "She would never have to ride in coach again." Even though he is a very successful Special Agent FBI guy, he would always have to fly coach. Why did she choose him? Something like that was always in the back of his mind. She could be with some doctor or rich guy or even someone just as smart as herself. But she was with him, Seeley Joseph Booth, just a Special Agent for the FBI. He grabbed his Scotch from the table and took a big enough swig that he finished it. Booth thanked his lucky stars every morning and every night that he had the woman of his dreams, to have her love, to have it all with her. He was just about to get up to get another Scotch and the rest of his insecurities out of head when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and the last of the insecurities swimming around in his head all disappeared when he looked up and those blue eyes look down at him, placing another Scotch in front of him.

Looking into her eyes, he knew all he needed to know. The way they twinkled just for him was the answer that always brought him back to earth and why she WAS with him. When their eyes locked, everyone and everything disappeared, it was just them. It was just another one of those things that happened with them, even from the beginning. Though most of the time it happened in the presence of Sweets, only they existed, everyone else just disappeared.

Before Brennan went to sit, Booth had the urge to dance with her. Whether there was music or not he wanted her in his arms. Without a word, he rose from his seat, took her hand and led her to the dance floor. His hands wrapped around to his favorite spot for years, the small of her back and hers wrapped around automatically to his neck. They started to sway. No longer did they dance like they did at her high school reunion. There was no need to. Their stars had finally all aligned.

While they were there swaying, Booth leaned his lips to her ear. He started singing.

"Girl, you're lookin' fine tonight
And every guy has got you in his sight
What you're doin' with a clown like me
Is surely one of life's little mysteries

So tonight I'll ask the stars above
How did I ever win your love?
What did I do, what did I say
To turn your angel eyes my way?

Well, I'm the guy who never learned to dance
Never even got one second glance
Across the crowded room was close enough
I could look but I could never touch

So tonight I'll ask the stars above
How did I ever win your love?
What did I do, what did I say
To turn your angel eyes my way?

Don't anyone wake me if it's just a dream
'Cuz she's the best thing that ever happened to
All you fellows, you can look all you like
But this girl you see, she's leaving here
With me tonight

There's just one more thing I need to know
If this is love, why does it scare me so?
Must be something only you can see
'Cuz girl, I feel it when you look at me

So tonight I'll ask the stars above
How did I ever win your love?
What did I do, what did I say
To turn your angel eyes my way?"

It may have been the song that was playing or just the song that they heard in their own little world.

Author's Note #2: This story didn't turn out how I saw it initially. I am hoping to have my writing mojo happen on a more regular basis. All phalanges crossed anyhow. Well in the end this story ended up as a free writing where I tried not to over think things. I hope you guys like it.

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