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"What about this?" Brennan said, holding up a floral skirt and a pink tank top. Brennan never really mastered the art of dating, so Angela came to help her with her outfit, hair, and makeup.

"Hmm, what else you got?" Angela asked. Unlike Brennan, Angela was very good at the whole dating thing. Brennan just stared at her closet, and let out a groan, when would she find something?

"Here sweetie, let me look at what you have." Angela looked around the closet, and found a halter black dress, with a V-neck. "This is perfect," Angela said.

"Don't you think it's a little too much?" Brennan asked.

"Not at all, it's great, Booth will love it." Angela said. Booth. Brennan though. She couldn't wait for their date tonight, but she was nervous, and what would happen to their work relationship? That is if they kept on dating, would they keep on dating? Angela could see the agitated look on Brennan's face and said "Okay, try it on first if you want."

Brennan was shaken out of her thoughts, "Okay." She said. She tried it on, and she had to admit, she did look good. Brennan originally bought this dress for when she was going out with David, but she never got to wear it.

"Brennan honey, it looks great on you! You have to wear it!" Angela smiled; she was so excited about the pairing up of her best friend and the hunky FBI Agent.

"I guess it does look good…" Brennan said, still sounding uneasy.

"Booth will think so too. Now let's do your hair." Angela said and pulled Brennan into the bathroom.

Angela was very proud of herself. She had just finished Brennan's hair, and it looked great. She put her hair up in a nice fancy up-do, with some sparkly clips to hold it up. She also let a few wavy strands of hair down to frame her face. "Do you like it?" she asked Brennan.

"Yeah, it looks really great, Ange." Brennan said, staring at her self in the mirror. Just then, Angela's cell phone rang, she looked at the number, and told Brennan she had to take a call. "Start your makeup," Angela said, and walked out of the bathroom, and went to the living room.

"Booth?" Angela asked.

"Hey, Ange, I was wondering if I should wear a suit or jeans and polo." Booth asked; he had never been this nervous about a date before."

"Well, you do look very nice in jeans," said Angela teasingly.

"Angela, I need a straight answer here." Booth said, exasperated.

"Okay, wear the suit, I happen to know what Brennan is wearing, and it's very nice." Angela said.

"Yeah?" Booth asked, trying to picture what it was.

"Yes, But that's all I'm telling you. I have to go now, but you better not mess this up, and if you hurt her, I can…."

Angela was cut off by Booth as he said, "hurt me in the most painful way possible, yes I know, Bye Angela!" he said sarcastically as he hung up the phone. Okay, a suit, he thought to himself, but which one? He pondered.

Angela returned to the bathroom, when Brennan started putting on her eyeliner. "Oh, I'll do that," Angela said.

"Who called?" asked Brennan.

"Oh, it was nothing," said Angela.

"Hmm, okay." Brennan said, with her eyes shut.

Angela finished with the eyeliner, and said "Okay some lip gloss, and you're all done." Angela picked one out, and handed it to Brennan to put on. Once she was done, Angela said, "Booth is going to think you look beautiful tonight," Angela said excitingly.

"You really think so?" Brennan asked, unsure of her self.

"Yes, I am, but he'll be here in about 10 minutes, so I better get going. Good luck, everything will go fine, sweetie, don't be nervous."

"Angela, I can't not be nervous." Brennan said.

"I know, but call me when you get back. Or if you're a-- busy, then call me tomorrow, okay?"

"Why would I be busy?" Brennan asked, was that another joke?

"Oh nothing, never mind." Angela was surprised that she could be so naïve.

Angela was walking out the door, when Brennan finally got the joke. "That won't happen!" Brennan yelled.

"Maybe not tonight, but eventually it will." Angela laughed and scurried out the door.

Booth was driving to Bones' house, and he was very nervous. He had gone on dates before, but he had never been this nervous before with any of them. Not Rebecca, not Tessa, why only her? He thought to himself. He didn't know, but he wanted to find out.

Brennan was pacing around her living room. She was concentrated on tonight, telling herself that she couldn't mess this up, or their whole friendship could go down the drain, I really don't want that too happen, she thought to herself. She reminded herself not too argue too strongly, because that tends to scare people off. She was still worrying when she heard the doorbell ring. I guess now is as good as ever, she thought to herself. She stopped pacing, looked quickly in the mirror, grabbed her purse and jacket on the chair, and went to the door. She took a deep breath, and turned the doorknob.

She was Booth, and let out her breath, he looks so…sexy, she thought to her self and he has that smile on that makes me go crazy. She also noticed that the suit was fitted just for him, I can't wait to see the back, she thought.

While Brennan was thinking this, Booth was struggling for something to say. Should I call her Temperance or Bones? He thought he had to make a decision soon. Is she checking me out? He thought to himself. This gave him a boost of confidence and said "Hello Temperance." With a seductive voice.

He called me by my first name, she thought. "Hello Seeley."

He held out the door for her and said, "We better get going" with a wide smile on his face.

"Yeah, we should." She responded. She stepped outside her apartment, and he closed the door, as he put his hand on the small of her back, which sent shivers up her spine, and caused her to blush. Booth was amazed at the electrifying spark that happened when he put his hand on her back. When they got to Booth's car, he opened the door for her, and took his hand away from her. She was disappointed at the loss of his touch, but shrugged it off. Seeley started the car, and turned on the radio. All of a sudden, Hot Blooded filled the car, and Brennan's eyes widened at the memory of her refrigerator exploding, and Booth almost killed.

"I can change it," he said, not liking the memory either. He reached toward the knob, but Brennan said, "No, its okay."

"You sure?" Booth asked.

"Yeah, I am." Brennan replied, looking him straight in the eye for the first time that night.

"Okay." Booth said.

"Quite a Frisbee game today, huh?" Brennan asked.

"Yeah, we kicked the other team's ass." Booth said.

Brennan laughed, and another silence followed. It was a comfortable silence though, not awkward at all.

Booth turned up to a restaurant called Tutu Benne. "I hope you like Italian" he said.

"It's one of my favorites" Brennan said, and they got out of the car.

They walked up the restaurant, and Booth opened the door for Brennan. They walked up to the little podium, and the waitress asked "What can I do for you guys?"

"We have a reservation for two, under the name Booth."

The waitress looked at the list, looked up and said "Right this way."

Booth returned his hand to the small of her back, and followed the waitress to their table. It was in the corner of the restaurant, so it wasn't very loud. There was a candle in the middle of the table. Booth pulled out the chair for Brennan, while she say down she thought, I can get used to this. Then Booth sat down across from her.

"Can I get you two anything to drink?" the waitress asked.

"I'll just have water," Brennan said.

"Ill have the same" Booth replied.

The waitress gave them their menus, and said she would return with their drinks and would get their orders. They both looked at their menus for about a minute or two. "What are you getting?" Brennan asked.

"The Veal Saltimbocca. What about you?" Booth asked.

"The Spaghetti alla Bolognese." Brennan replied. Right as she said that the waitress came up and returned with their drinks, some bread, and asked for their orders. They told her what they wanted, and Booth asked for two glasses of Pinot Grigio.

"Certainly" the waitress responded and walked off.

Brennan and Booth reached for the bread at the same time, and their hands crashed. There was another spark, but they both quickly moved their hands, and grabbed a piece of bread.

"I love bread." Brennan said.

"Me too," Booth replied.

"But, I always eat too much before I get my dinner, and then I'm not hungry anymore." Brennan said jokingly.

Booth laughed and said "That happens to me all the time, how about we both have two piece and then stop after that. We can support each other to not eat the bread." He had another grin on his face.

"Deal," she said. Right then the waitress replied with their wine. "This is good," she told Booth.

"Yeah, it's my favorite," Booth replied.

"So, what's your favorite childhood memory?" Brennan asked.

"Hmm, I would have to say, my first Yankee game. I remember going with my Dad, and sitting their next to him, I got a hot dog, and I thought it was the greatest thing ever, sitting their right behind home plate. It was very surreal." Booth said.

"I didn't know you were a Yankee fan." Brennan said smiling.

"Oh, I'm one of the biggest fans," he said, and looked into her eyes. They're almost burn if you look into them for too long he thought to himself. "So, if you had to relive one year of your life, what year would it be?"

"Well, I guess it would be eighth grade, I made a lot of close friends, and I got my first boyfriend." Brennan finished.

Booth felt a pang of jealousy in his chest, but quickly told himself to relax; it was in the eighth grade. "Oh really?" He asked.

"Really, what are you surprised that I had a boyfriend?" Brennan asked teasingly.

Booth cocked his head a bit, and said "No, not really." Their gaze met, and their eyes locked. Brennan wanted to pull away, but she couldn't she was lost in his eyes. Eventually they both mustered up the strength to look away.

Brennan searched her mind for another memory, and was glad that she had a good memory. "What's one of your favorite traditions you have or had in your family?"

"Well every other year, when I get Parker for Christmas, we watch a Christmas Story, it's not the best movie, but it cracks me and Parker up whenever we see it." Booth said, trying to suppress a laugh.

"I haven't seen that movie" Brennan stated.

"Well, you're going to have to come over, and watch it one time, it's hilarious." Booth said.

"Okay," Brennan said. I guess it's good that he's planning on me coming over, Brennan thought to her self.

"Have any guilty pleasures, Temperance?" Booth asked, looking her in the eye.

He called me by my first name again, Brennan thought to her self. "Yeah, I secretly like that show Americas Next Top Model."

"Why?" Booth asked.

"I don't know it's just entertaining for some reason." Brennan replied.

"You surprise me every day, Tempe." Booth said.

"Well I guess that's a good thing," Brennan replied, and their gaze met again. Right then, the waitress returned with their dinner. She asked them if they needed anything, and they said that they didn't.

They were eating their dinner, and Brennan asked, "So, what were you like in high school?"

"I don't know, I went to a really small school, so the cliques weren't really as pronounced. I played football and baseball, but I was also salutatorian of my class." Booth said.

"So you were an all around guy?" Brennan asked.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Booth said. "So, who's someone you really don't like?" Booth asked.

"Well there's this girl, at this coffee shop I go to in the morning every day before I go to the Jeffersonian. She's friendly, which is good, but she's just so happy first thing in the morning, and so bubbly, and she keeps asking me all these questions; that just annoy the hell out of me." Brennan said.

"Not a morning person are you, Tempe?" Booth asked.

"No, not at all." Brennan said, smiling. "What's something that you fear?" She then asked.

Booth's smile fell a bit, but answered truthfully, and said, "Dummies"

"Dummies?" Brennan asked.

"Yes," Booth said quietly.

"You were a sniper in the army, and you are an FBI Agent, and you're scared of dummies?"

"Yeah, what about you, what are you scared of?" But he immediately regretted what he said; he already knew what she was scared of. Brennan's face fell, and she looked down. Booth put his hand over hers and said, "Never mind, you don't have to answer that."

"Losing people," she said. She looked up, and saw the care in his eyes, and she smiled a bit. The waitress came and gave them the check. Booth took it, and brought away his hand from Brennan's.

He finished paying, and looked outside the window, and saw a flash of lightning, he didn't even realize it was raining. "Come on," he said smiling. He got up, and put his jacket on. Brennan got up and put her jacket on, but she didn't know what was going on. Booth grabbed her hand, and pulled her out of the restaurant.

"Where are we going?" Brennan whined.

"You'll see." He said, as they walked out the door. They passed the car, to the park across the street, and he sat them selves on a bench.

"Seeley, what are we doing?" Brennan asked.

"Watching the lightning," Booth said, and smiled at her.

He remembered, Brennan thought to her self, and smiled. They both sat their, watching the lightning, their hands still entwined. "Seeley, what's something you've always wanted to do in the rain?" Brennan asked.

"Kiss you," he said. Brennan felt a tug in her stomach and realized that this was it. She turned her head, as Booth leaned in to kiss her, he stopped a millimeter away from her face, to give her time to pull away. Surprisingly, she closed the space between them, and their lips met. An explosion of emotions arose in their chests. He licked his tongues over her lips asking for permission to enter, she opened her mouth, and their tongues explored each other's mouths. Brennan put her arms around his neck, and he cupper her face. But, he pulled back. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes, I am." Brennan said, as she leaned in for another kiss.

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