Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, but I am obsessed!

Author's Note: Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate! I'm not quite sure where this one came from, but I wanted some non-Hannah fluff. And is there anyone out there who didn't love "A Night at the Bones Museum?" Also note, I am aware that the majority of Egypt is Muslim, and that many Muslims do not drink alcohol. I don't want to offend anybody. For the purposes of this story, The Jeffersonian footed the alcohol bill and is responsible for all impropriety. Enjoy.

Chapter 1: Saturday 5:17 PM

Agent Thomas Masters stood at the open bar, sipping at a scotch. He hated the stuff, but this party was too fancy for beer and he would look ridiculous drinking wine out of the delicate glasses. His eyes searched the crowd for his girlfriend, a junior assistant at the Egyptian Embassy, the reason why he had even snagged an invitation to this event. The Jeffersonian had recovered a stolen mummy involved in a murder, and had somehow also solved a three-thousand year old mystery. Or something like that. His girlfriend, Ara, had prattled on and on about the mummy, at first in shock and horror that a priceless Egyptian artifact had disappeared, and then about the historical find of the century, a giant ruby and an exoneration for a guiltless boy.

Tom took another sip of the scotch trying not to grimace. It was an excellent scotch, so all the other party-goers kept saying, but all he wanted was a good old Miller Light. He spotted Ara at the far end of the room, looking beautiful, but harried as two of her superiors were giving her instructions on the ceremony that she was in charge of running smoothly. She glanced his way, but she did not see his friendly wave as she made her way to the podium on the makeshift stage in the center of the room. Instead, she enthusiastically greeted a pretty brunette who looked slightly nervous.

It took him a second to recognize that the glamorous woman was actually that nerdy and abrasive scientist, Temperance Brennan. He had once had a very awkward exchange with her in an elevator, and he had heard dozens of rumors about her and her partner, the cocky Special Agent Seeley Booth. And speak of the Devil, the agent had made his way to Dr. Brennan and had given her an encouraging squeeze of the hand. Instantly, all of the tension that had been in the anthropologist's face melted away. She smiled at him and her eyes sparkled a pretty blue. He gave her one last thumb's up sign as he made his way to the table, joining the rest of what other agents called "The Brain Trust." Dr. Brennan took her seat at the head table that rested on one side of the podium and sipped at a glass of water, as the rest of the guests settled for the evening's ceremony.

Two hours, and four scotches later, Tom was bored. The speeches had gone over his head, and the food had been too fancy and in too small of portions for his liking. He had been seated with Ara's co-workers, but his girlfriend had been too busy running around to join him for the speeches and the meal. Music had started playing, and he hoped that he would at least be able to get a dance in with his girl, so that the evening wouldn't be a total waste. He once again searched the ballroom for her. She was chatting with Dr. Brennan, the two seemingly engaged in a thrilling conversation.

He started to make his way over to Ara, and reached the two women at the same time as Agent Booth. Tom was surprised that Dr. Brennan addressed him by name, and annoyed when Booth didn't seem to recognize him as an employee of the FBI. Booth got a goofy grin on his face when Dr. Brennan reminded him that it was Tom who had been in the elevator when she had been discussing the decomposition rates of tissue by maggots dependent on temperature. Booth seemed to then be able to place the junior agent and warmly shook his hand and mumbling apologies, he took his partner away for the first slow dance of the evening.

Ara now had a free moment, and so Tom escorted her onto the dance floor. She had bubbled over, talking about how successful the night had been. Everything had gone off without a hitch, the food had been incredible, and Dr. Brennan had offered her a personal tour of the Medico-Legal lab. And Dr. Brennan's speech had been inspiring, and Dr. Brennan's dress was gorgeous. Tom grew annoyed. He already heard way too much about the scientist at the Hoover, due to her brilliant and successful partnership with Booth. It was just as Tom was about to shut her up with a kiss, that he heard one last comment about the anthropologist, and her partner.

"Aren't Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth perfect together?" Tom stopped moving.

"What did you say?" Ara grinned at him.

"She's so beautiful, and he's so handsome. They are the perfect couple. Just look at them dancing." Tom reluctantly turned around and was floored by what he saw. The agent and the scientist were dancing very close together. They were looking into each other's eyes, and as Booth guided Dr. Brennan along the floor, the only emotion that he could see in their eyes was what he would describe as love. Tom continued to stare at the partners as the song shifted into another slow dance, the doctor had broken eye contact in favor of resting her head on Booth's shoulder. He held her a little tighter and smiled. She seemed oblivious to the fact that he had kissed the crown of her head and was working on breathing in the scent of her hair.

Ara poked Tom in the shoulder, bringing him back to the dance floor. They continued to swirl around with the other couples and Ara spoke again. "Wasn't I right? Aren't they so cute together? How long have they been dating?"

Tom suddenly pulled Ara off the dance floor and into the quietest corner of the room. "Ara, darling, they are partners. They can't be dating. It's against policy."

Ara scoffed, "Come on, they have to be dating. Look at them." The music had faded into a faster song and they had held each other for just a second too long, not immediately recognizing the change of pace. They had then chuckled awkwardly and continued dancing, this time with much more enthusiasm. At this point they were joined by The Brain Trust and all began dancing to the beat. Still, there was an undeniable connection between the partners. It worried Tom. He liked rules and regulations, and he didn't like it when someone else bent said rules. Seeley Booth had been the golden boy at the Bureau for far too long. He scowled in their direction and then turned to his girlfriend.

"Let's get me another drink. The scotch is starting to taste good." Ara giggled and followed him to the bar, thankfully changing the subject to the safer topic of the best fashions at the party tonight. Of course the Ambassador topped the list, but Dr. Brennan was a very close second. Tom sighed under his breath and pointed out the dress that one of The Brain Trust was wearing. It was sexy and short, and he appreciated the view, only he didn't tell Ara that last part. She enthusiastically agreed and babbled on for five uninterrupted minutes.

Half an hour and two more scotches later, Tom was again alone at the bar. Ara had gone to the restroom to freshen up, and Tom sipped his drink. He was minding his own business when two members of The Brain Trust came to freshen up their drinks. He idly noticed that one of the women was the one that he had admired earlier. Asking for refills of champagne, the women giggled as they talked about how much fun they were having.

"Angela, how many drinks is this for me?"

"Too many, Cam. But you can have another one. Bren rented us that town car for a reason."

"Speaking of Dr. Brennan..."

"How is that a speaking of Dr. Brennan?"

"Hush, Ange. Did you see her and Booth on that dance floor?"

"I know. They make me want to rethink this celibacy thing. Why don't they just admit it to everyone?"

"That they're in love? God, I know. It's so obvious." The woman named Cam laughed and then hiccuped and laughed again. Then she continued speaking. "I am only saying this because I am drunk and won't remember it in the morning, but after Seeley's surgery, he admitted it. He told me that he is in love with her."

Tom had slammed his drink, signaled the bartender for another and sidled closer to the two women. He then wished that he hadn't gotten so close because the squeal that came out of Angela's mouth caused hearing loss.

"Really? That's half the battle then. The question is how do we get Booth to win the war?"

"I don't know, Ange. Oh, look at them." Cam sounded like she had been talking about two puppies. The music had once again changed to a slow dance and the two partners had been drawn together like magnets, Brennan's head had gone immediately to Booth's shoulder and Angela squealed again. It gave Tom a headache.

The two women watched them dance for a moment as they sipped their champagne and then Angela spoke again. "They have the perfect relationship..." At that moment Ara returned and pulled Tom onto the dance floor. He was snatched away without hearing Angela finish her sentence. "They just aren't having sex."

An hour and a half later, Tom was finally in a cab on his way home. His head pounded and Ara had fallen asleep with her head in his lap. He sat, seething, as he remembered the evening. Special Agent Seeley Booth was hiding a relationship with his partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan. It wasn't fair, and it was against the rules. Everyone thought that he was so perfect, but now Tom knew better. Booth was a liar and he was trying to deceive the FBI. He shouldn't get away with it. Tom convinced himself that it was the rule breaking and not the last three scotches and professional jealousy that made his finger scroll through his cell contacts. The phone rang three times before a grumpy voice answered.

"Assistant Director Hacker? Agent Tom Masters here. Sorry to call you so late at night, but I have some information that you might be interested in."