(The Bikini in the Soup)

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Entering Cam's office, Booth stopped and watch Cam berate one of Brennan's interns. Noticing Booth standing in her doorway, Cam dismissed Fisher and placed her hands on her hips, "What do you want?"

Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Booth asked, "Wow, I just came to give you something, but if you're that mad at the world I'll come back later."

A blush staining her cheeks, Cam clasped her hands in front of her and replied, "I'm sorry, I'm having personal issues and I shouldn't be taking them out on you."

Not sure what was going on, Booth walked over to where Cam was standing and held out his hand. "Hold out your hand."

Puzzled with his behavior, Cam held her up right hand, palm up and asked, "What are you up to, Booth?"

Smiling, Booth dropped a friendship ring in Cam's hand and winked at her, "I remembered you wanted this, so here you go."

The ring a beautiful circle of silver, Cam smiled and remarked, "It looks just like yours and Dr. Brennan's.

Booth corrnect her, "Well almost. There are a couple of differences, but it is pretty close . . . I consider you my friend just like Bones. You said you wanted a ring, so I went and got you one."

A sweet smile gracing her lips, she placed the ring on her right ring finger and asked him, "Friends just like Dr. Brennan?"

Ignoring her tone of voice, Booth stared at his ring and smiled, "Well, almost."

Admiring the ring, Cam looked up at Booth's expectant face, "Thanks Seeley. This should confuse the issue very nicely."

Not rising to the bait, Booth shook his head and remarked, "I don't know what you mean, Camille."

A little tired of pretending, Cam replied, "Yes, you do, Seeley."


A wedding planner had been found dead by her maid on Valentine's Day much to Booth's irritation. He arrived at the scene a few minutes after Brennan and Hodgins had and had walked into the room knowing that he was going to hate this case. He'd been told that the body had been found in a tanning bed. He decided that he really didn't want to see that body, not after it had been described to him as a soupy body, but duty made him take a look anyway.

When he'd informed Brennan that the victim had been a wedding planner, Hodgins had thought it was sad that someone who specialized in love had been found dead on Valentine's Day. Unable to leave well enough alone, he looked at Booth and asked the agent, "So Booth, what are you and your new girlfriend going to do today, maybe have a little intimate dinner and you know . . ."

Irritated, Booth glared at Hodgins, "You don't want to finish that sentence, Bug Boy."

Hodgins, wisely replied, "No, no, I don't."

Booth, glancing at Brennan who was standing behind Hodgins, saw that she was staring at him. Smiling, Booth remarked, "Hey, I don't need candy makers and flower growers making me feel guilty about how I should spent my day with my girlfriend. It's not a real holiday anyways."

Nodding her head, Brennan agreed with him, "Yes, I agree. It is a manufactured holiday and quite meaningless."

Winking at his girlfriend, Booth turned and descended the stairs to interview the maid.


Angela decided that she'd had enough with Booth and his secret girlfriend, "I don't think Booth has a girlfriend. I think this is all an act."

Puzzled, Hodgins asked, "Why would he do that? It doesn't sound like something he'd do. Booth is kind of a straight up kind of guy. If he didn't have a girlfriend it seems to me he'd just mope about it and make the rest of our lives miserable. That's what he normally does."

Shaking her head, Angela responded, "I think he realized that Hannah was a mistake, dumped her ass and he's just trying to keep Brennan at arm's length. He's protecting himself by pretending that he's taken again. . . . I mean come on, when he gets dumped he doesn't find someone new in a matter of days. As far as I can tell, it takes him months to find someone new. Something is very smelly about his new girlfriend and I'm telling you she's a pretend girlfriend."

Unsure of her logic, Hodgins protested, "Come on Ange, the guy is happy. He smiles all of the time. He is not doing what you say he's doing."

Certain she was right, Angela asked, "Then why haven't we seen this fabulous girlfriend of his, huh?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Hodgins replied, "Maybe because he doesn't want us butting into his private life. You know he hates for anyone to stick their nose in his business."


As the day progressed, Booth started to get irritated with the numerous phone calls Brennan was getting from former lovers and male acquaintances. "Wow Bones. That makes the seventh phone call today."

Her own irritation growing with each phone call, Brennan slipped her phone back in to her jacket pocket, "Yes, I find it a bit insulting that they think I'm available at the last minute."

Amused at her indignation, Booth looked around and then put his arms around Brennan's shoulders. Pulling her against his chest, Booth looked down and remarked, "Well you aren't."

Looking up in his glittering brown eyes, Brennan smiled, "Yes but they don't know that. It's a ridiculous holiday. The banks don't even close."

His head leaning down closer to her, he returned her smile, "I agree. It is a ridiculous holiday. Nothing important ever happened on Valentine's Day."

Frowning, Brennan replied, "Well, actually several important events did happen on . . ."

His lips hovering over her lips, Booth kissed her. Soon, these important events fled Brennan's mind, not to return for several minutes.


Brennan had been working at her desk when a security guard brought in a big vase of daffodils into her office. Smiling, Brennan looked for a card, found it and opened it. Looking at the card, Brennan placed it back with the flowers and left the room. She needed to look at the bones of their latest victim again.

Angela, walking past Brennan's office a few minutes later, saw the flowers on Brennan's desk and detoured into the room. Leaning over the flowers, Angela took a deep breath of the heady scent. Curious, she stood up and ran her fingers through the flowers looking for the card that should tell her who they were from. Finding it, she picked it up and read it. Frowning, Angela saw a small heart with an arrow piercing it and the word "Always" written below the cartoon. Not seeing a signature or name written on the card, Angela grumbled, "Damn it, I hate it when they don't sign the card."


Booth decided to hang out at Brennan's office while she finished up doing whatever she had to finish up for the day. They'd solved the case in one day and Booth was pleased about it. He had made plans just in case they did finish up work early enough and Brennan had agreed to let him make his plans as long as they included staying the night at his apartment. Sitting on his partner's couch, he fiddled with his lighter and stared at the flowers on Brennan's desk.

Angela, looking for Brennan, entered her office and found Booth sitting on the couch. "Hey Booth, I thought you'd be with your girlfriend by now. It is Valentine's Day you know."

Smiling, Booth looked up, "Yeah, I'm supposed to meet up with her later. I've got plenty of time."

Her gaze moving to the hallway behind her, Angela noticed that no one was nearby. Taking a chance, she walked over to the couch and sat down, "Booth, why are you pretending that you have a girlfriend?"

Startled at the accusation, Booth flicked his lighter closed and placed it back in his pocket, "Why do you think I have a pretend girlfriend?"

Angela leaned towards Booth and smirked, "Because, if you really did have a girlfriend you wouldn't be sitting on Bren's couch waiting for her on Valentine's Day. You'd be with your new girlfriend. You're a romantic."

A sly smile planted on his lips, Booth leaned towards Angela, "Alright, it's easier to pretend I have a new girlfriend than to have people feel sorry for me and think they need to fix me up with someone. I'm fine with breaking up with Hannah. She was a mistake and I mean a big one, but that's done and I'm fine. I'm actually pretty happy. Me and Bones are getting closer again as friends and right now that suits me just fine."

Sighing, Angela asked, "Is there any chance that you and Bren will ever get together?"

Not sure how to answer that question, Booth replied, "We're best friends, Angela. Isn't that enough?"

Shaking her head, Angela complained, "No it isn't. You two love each other and if you'd just try, I think you guys would be perfect for each other."

Brennan, entering the room, stopped and responded for her partner, "Booth and I are perfect for each other. He's my best friend and I'm his best friend. We're happy with our relationship, Angela. You should be happy for us. Not everyone gets to have a best friend like we have."

Irritated with both of them, Angela stood up and threw her hands up in the air. "You two make me crazy, you know that? Absolutely crazy!"

Storming over to the doorway, Angela turned and stared at Booth, "Did you know that Daisy has a ring that looks just like yours? Cam said you went on a ring buying frenzy and bought one for her and Brennan too. I think Daisy saw Cam's and Bren's rings and ran to the store to buy one . . . By the way, why didn't you buy me one? Aren't I your friend too?"

Feeling a headache building up between his eyes, Booth leaned back against the couch and sighed.


Poor Angela, Booth and Brennan are playing a game with their friends. That ring thing is starting to be a pain for Booth. So how am I doing?