Disclaimer - Bones and all its lovely characters belong to someone else.
A/N - This story is totally pointless fluff, but when we've had days of wonderful (and atypical) sunshine in Wales, you've just got to go with a nice happy story.
Angela pushed her way through the press of bodies, tugging her friend along behind her. The bar was packed. Friday night had emptied office after office in the centre of Washington and popular spots like this one were already brimming with people celebrating the holiday weekend.
Booth had dropped into the Jeffersonian earlier in the week and had made them promise to meet them at this bar on Friday. She'd made sure that Temperance had left the lab on time for once, hustling her out of her office while she was still trying to leaf through papers on her desk.
The press of people wasn't lessening and Angela returned an appreciative glance with a cheeky smile while still heading towards the bar.
She thought she could spot Booth's head above the crowds and redoubled her efforts to squeeze past laughing, shouting people. She bestowed smiles and mouthed apologies to ease their passage, most men happily moved aside as she tapped them lightly on the hip to slide past. She was very pleased with her top which was split almost to her navel, but had enough boning and elastic to never show more than an inch of flesh. It promised a lot more than it delivered, but seemed to be having the desired effect on many of the patrons in the bar.
She'd also persuaded her friend to experiment with her wardrobe. Temperance's skin skimming, sleeveless top showed off her curves and her toned arms. Post-box red was hardly her usual colour but she looked fabulous and was getting her fair share of admiring glances.
Angela hadn't come to the bar with getting Temperance and her sexy FBI partner together specifically in mind, but she was still hoping that something might happen.
Finally the bar came into view and Angela slowed her pace, running her fingers through her hair and straightening her clothes. She glanced at Temperance who was looking unimpressed with the scrum that they had just fought their way through. As Angela watched, her friend glanced left, then right, before her expression softened into a smile.
Angela let Temperance lead the way towards Booth.
He was leaning against the edge of a bar stool, his brown eyes sweeping up and down Temperance's form, widening slightly at the low slung waist of her jeans and the close-fitting top. His lips curved into a welcoming smile and he saluted her with his beer bottle.
Temperance felt the usual surge of affection that a first glimpse of her partner always seemed to cause. She choose not to analyse the source of the feeling, but she did acknowledge the little thrill she felt as she noticed the way his eyes roamed up her body and then focused intently on her face.
He was looking good. He was wearing smart black jeans with the familiar eagle clasp belt. His shirt had a complicated pattern of green squares that almost looked like little trees. He'd closed a difficult case that week and the satisfaction of knowing that another scumbag was behind bars showed in his relaxed stance.
As she approached, Booth rose and silently offered her his seat, leaning an arm against the wall.
She shook her head as she walked right up to him, laying a hand lightly on his arm while he smiled down at her.
Both of them were oblivious to Angela, and Temperance hadn't even spotted Zach and Hogdins leaning against the bar.
Hodgins rolled his eyes and shook his head as Angela grinned at him, but he still stood and gently steered her onto his own stool.
Zach's gaze flicked from one pair to the other. His shoulders slumped slightly and then he announced, "Can I get anyone a drink?"
Angela swivelled on her chair and her warm smile washed over him.
"Hi Zach, I'll buy. What d'you want?"
Temperance had also turned to smile at her assistant and in doing so backed into Booth slightly. He moved his arm away from the wall to drape across her shoulders. He fixed Angela with a stern glance pleading with her not to comment.
Soon they were all stood with fresh bottles of beer. Booth grinned and gesticulated for them all to raise their bottles.
He had to raise his voice to carry over the din in the bar, "Okay let's have a toast. Here's to one year of working together and solving cases."
They all grinned and clinked bottle necks together before taking a drink.
Booth looked affectionately at the disparate group and marvelled at how he had come not just to rely on their expertise but enjoy their company.
His expression turned mischievous, "Here's to Washington's finest team of squints!" They all glared at him and he looked sheepish, "Seriously, thanks guys. You've been great."
They smiled back and Temperance reached round, putting her arm around his waist, giving him a brief squeeze.
"Hey, here's to our resident G-man." Hodgins piped up, "For livening things up a bit."
Again they all clinked bottles before lapsing into companionable silence.
After a brief interval, Angela grinned, "Come on, let's dance."
She grabbed Hodgins' and Zach's hands, who both shrunk away from her. She appealed to Temperance to back her up, but Temperance looked doubtful.
Suddenly Booth, standing behind his partner, placed his hands on the tops of her arm and leant down to speak in to her ear.
A slow flush crept up Temperance's face at his touch and the brush of his lips against her ear. Her resistance to dancing melted away and her body seemed to move of its own volition as she followed him towards the dance floor.
The other three exchanged a silent, conspiratorial glance, before scrambling to follow.