Thanks for visiting my newest fan fic! This one takes place after Blackout in the Blizzard, but I think if you haven't seen the newest season, you can still enjoy this story without spoiling the new season. The title comes from a Placebo song. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, obviously.

Booth and Bones sat at the Founding Fathers with the rest of the gang, sharing a victory drink and laughing together. Booth ordered another round and Bones stood up and said, "I have an announcement!"

Everyone gave her his or her attention. "I'm going to be taking some vacation time to assist in the identification of bones found in the Atapuerca Mountains."

Every face fell, and Booth almost dropped his drink. "What?" he asked. "Why, where is that?"

"Spain. But before you all freak out, as Angela says, its only for six weeks. And I'm doing it because a substantial amount of money is being donated to the Jeffersonian, particularly to the scholarship fund that allows us to keep our grad assistants."

"It's just six weeks?" Booth asked.

She nodded. "Yes. Cam has already approved my leave."

Cam nodded, throwing an apologetic glace toward Booth. "It is a huge opportunity for the Jeffersonian."

"Its really sweet of you to do that, Brennan," Angela said, reaching over and squeezing her hand. "When do you leave?"

"I actually leave tomorrow afternoon. I wasn't for sure until today."

The tension in the air was tight, everyone worried about how Booth would take this news, especially since the last time she took off was when she was running away from him.

Booth gave her a smile and raised his glass in a toast. "Here's to Bones. May we give her a fun filled night to remember us by on those cold nights in Spain!"

Everyone toasted, and the joviality continued. It was after midnight when everyone walked out into the cool night air to say goodnight and goodbye, leaving Booth and Brennan alone on the sidewalk. "I guess I should call a cab," she said.

Booth shook his head. "Oh no, the nights not over yet Bones!"

Bones smiled slightly, unsure of how to react.

"Look, you leave tomorrow afternoon, and I just want to spend as much time as I can with you until then. So, let's go," he said, giving her his arm.

She took it and they started walking. "Where are we going?"

"I don't know. It's Friday night. Something has to be open, right?"

"Right," Bones smiled, leaning her head against his shoulder while they walked down the street.

They came to a little hole in the wall club with a bouncer outside, and loud music coming from within.

"Shall we?" Booth asked with a smile.

"Don't you think we're a little too old?" Brennan said, laughing.

"Nah. Come on!" he grabbed her arm and they walked up to the door. The bouncer stopped them.

"We're full," he stated.

At that moment, a college aged girl walked out with her friends. "Oh my gosh, you look just like Temperance Brennan, the best selling author! I love your books! Detective Ryan is so hot," she said stumbling up to them. "And so are you! Why hello, agent hotness!" she giggled, falling into Booth. He put his arms out enough so she wouldn't fall down, and her slightly more sober friends came giggling up to her and pulling her away toward the cab. "Bye Temperance Brennan and Agent Hotty!" she called as she stumbled to a cab with her friends.

"Oh, I am sorry, Dr. Brennan. I think we can find room for you two after all," the bouncer said, stepping aside.

It was loud and dark and hot inside. The music made the walls shake, and their heartbeats seem to match the rhythm as Booth led Brennan through the crowd. The Black Eyed Peas "I Gotta Feeling" came on. Brennan shouted, "Hey, I know this song!"

"Really? Well, let's dance!" Booth said, pulling her into the middle of the large group of college aged kids.

As the music picked up, they both started jumping and dancing. Brennan pulled off her sweater, and Booth took it and his jacket and threw them on a nearby table. Time flew by, with more dance hits that neither really knew playing overhead. They ordered tequila shots in between songs until finally at 2 in the morning the bar was closing down. They filed out with the rest of the club goers, Booth tossing his jacket over his shoulder. Brennan was laughing, pulling her drenched tank top slightly away from her body to get some air.

They stopped on the corner, both laughing at the good time they had. Booth turned toward her and smiled, "You look good."

She glanced down at her sweaty body, and laughed."If you're not being sarcastic, then thanks. But I'm getting very cold now due to the air on my perspiring body."

"That's kind of… hot actually," Booth said, taking her hand in his and walking toward the curb. "Let's go back to my place, its closer."

"Booth?" she asked, grasping his arm, questioning his intentions.

"To dry off and get warm, of course." he stated, leading her across the street to his vehicle.

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