So here is part II of the date. Thank you to everyone who took the time to post a review; it was greatly appreciated. And a special shout out to CSI-4077 and xHouseLoverx who got the reference to season one of Bones in the last chapter :D So here is chapter 8: The 'Perfect' Date Part II. Enjoy.

I want to especially thank MoonlightGardenias who is my fabulous Beta, who always makes time to edit my story. You rock!

Oh and I don't own Bones yadda yadda yadda....But I do own Melodie. Wow that makes me sound like a pimp, yarg.

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As they made their way through the restaurant the Frenchman kept on a constant chatter of praise, sinking Booth into a further state of annoyance. He gazed around the room, noticing the muted colours of gold and beige complementing the dark burgundy accent walls. The ceiling was vaulted and the walls were adorned with, what he only could assume, was classic French art. Booth realized just how expensive this dinner was truly going to be.

As they walked past each table, some of the men started to gaze longingly at Bones, and most of the women openly gaping at Booth, though he was fairly certain that it was due to the fact that he had blood down the front of his shirt.

He moved in close and placed protective hand on the small of her back. She surprised him by reaching around and placing her hand in his. She was used to his touch, and was often comforted by it, but for some reason she felt the need to comfort him at this moment. The date was not going the way he had planned and she was pretty sure it was entirely her fault.

As they were approaching what looked like their table, they walked past a portly and very drunk man. His wife, who apparently was very invested in plastic surgery and tight red dresses, sloshed her drink around the table, trying to explain to her husband why she needed a new car. The woman stopped her wild movements when she saw Booth, her eyes flashed a new challenge, and her gazed followed him all the way to the best table in the house. The portly man started to puff up in anger.

Brennan had noticed the woman and portly man and was not surprised when the woman gazed at Booth as if he was her next meal, but she didn't like it. Brennan tried to pull Booth along, but he slipped his hand from hers and snaked it around her hip causing the woman to shoot daggers from her eyes.

This couple was the only one sitting close to them; otherwise their seat was the best in the house. It was almost completely secluded, yet they could view the entire restaurant from their position.

"I will send zhe waiter over as soon as possible."

"Thank you." Brennan stated.

"Oh, you don't have to zhank me...I am you biggest fan!" The host quickly scurried away to find a waiter.

Brennan looked over at Booth, his forlorn expression descended on his face in a rather permanent way. She had inadvertently smashed his alpha male tendencies, the one thing she never intended to do.

"Booth..."

"It's ok, we are here and our date can finally get started." He reached over and gently took her hand into his, "Did I mention how beautiful you look tonight."

"Yes, you have, but I have to admit that I like hearing it, especially from you."

"Well, then I will never let a day go by without saying it." His thumb started to rub the top of her hand. He sniffed slightly, and his vision became a little blurry.

"Are you sure you are alright, your eyes are turning rather red and your face is getting rather puffy."

"Being here with you makes it all better."

"My physical proximity has nothing to do with you healing your injury and..."

"Good evening, my name is Melodie and I will be your server this evening." Booth looked up and saw sparkling green-blue eyes. Wayward bangs were not cooperating either and she was trying desperately to put them behind her ears. The waitress' eyes went wide when she gazed at Booth.

"Hey! I know you!"

"You do?"

"You're Zack's friend from the bar a couple of months back," her gaze switched to Brennan, "And you must be The Dr. Temperance Brennan Zack speaks so fondly of."

"Oh...you must be the Melodie we hear so much about." Booth commented.

"It's Odie, and I hope so, or else Zack has some explaining to do."

"I thought you worked at that bar as a waitress?"

"Well, that job basically covers my rent, so this job is so I can actually eat." She smiled as Booth looked on in amazement; that this woman could actually be interested in Zack, she was so normal.

"So I guess I will do my job now and give you these," She handed them each a menu still rather flustered at meeting them, "Can I offer you the wine list?"

"No, actually I would like to order your finest bottle of champagne!"

"Wow, big night. Are you celebrating a win for a case?"

"No actually, Booth and I are experiencing our first date."

"Really? The way Zack talks about you two I thought you were already a couple...anyway that is super romantic," She sighed, "I will be right back with your champagne and to take your orders." Odie scurried away.

"Well, I guess there is a person for everyone."

"What does that mean?"

"Come on Bones, she's bubbly, sarcastic, and well..."

"Attractive?"

"You said it, I didn't."

"What's your point?"

"Well, it is kind of hard to see her with Zack."

"Zack is a genius, and while he does not have your symmetrical features or physical prowess, he is not completely unpleasant to look at."

"Zack is weird Bones, he always has been."

"He is not weird, he is a genius." She reiterated.

"Look, I think it is great, he has found someone. Anything that gets him out of the lab."

"There is nothing wrong with the lab." She said, a little defensively.

"Of course not, it's just good to get out like we are doing now. Out in the real world where...."

"Where people generally put themselves on display for a variety of sociological reasons?"

"Is that what you think we are doing?"

"Yes. What we wear and how we dress send hidden messages. Like a peacock displaying its plumage in their courtship ritual."

"What are you trying to say?"

"That woman over there has been staring at you since you came in. Due to your rugged appearance in a tux, and along with the blood on your shirt, you appear to be a romantic, but have a dangerous side to you."

"Which woman?"

"The woman in the red dress, she desires you sexually."

"W-what?"

"She has been progressively displaying more upper thigh and cleavage over the last few minutes trying to get your attention."

"Really?" He had forgotten about the odd looking couple. He turned his gaze and saw that Bones was right. The woman's breasts were practically on her plate.

"Anthropologically speaking, men and women will use their bodies to gain the attention of their intended mate, in order to secure future progeny..."

"Bones..." He stated, only mildly scolding. It was the first time all night she had really talked all Squinty, he found it beyond sexy.

"What? I was just..."... talking like a Squint. Her eyes darted slightly as she started to reach into her memory banks trying to grasp something.

Booth leaned forward, allowing his voice to take on a husky tone, "So, Bones, why don't you tell me how you use your body to..."

"That was quite the game the Hot Wings played the other night."

"The Hot who?...What?" The sudden switch of topics took him by surprise.

"You know the team with grown men who hit the cylindrical black shaped object and each other around while skating on the ice."

"You mean the Detroit Red Wings?"

"Yes, them."

"You watched a hockey game?"

"Hockey...that's right, it was Hockey. Um, no, I read about it."

"Why? You hate sports."

"I don't hate them. I just don't find them as stimulating like you do."

"You told me that it was just a way for men to display their manhood in an act of aggression."

"Yes, that is true...did you watch the game?"

"Yeah...it was really good."

"Good, that's good." She smiled nervously.

"So about what you were saying before about men and women displaying their..."

She buried her nose in the menu not wanting to bore him with all the Squint talk again, "So what are you having?"

Booth gazed at the menu, still reeling from her second attempt at sports talk within one day and the fact that she was avoiding talking like a squint. Why was she trying so hard...why am I?

When his eyes finally focused, he felt his mouth go dry. It was all in French! He hadn't quite thought about that in his planning. He was so wrapped up in sweeping her off her feet that he hadn't actually thought how he would order, or know what he was ordering.

Ok don't panic. Just ask her and get what she was having. "So Bones what looks good?"

"The main course of loup de mer et purée de fenouil, tempura de gambas avec sauce beurre et vin rouge, sounds very appealing. I wonder if they can make a vegetarian alternative."

Crap, "Yeah, that does sound good." His eyes scoured the menu looking for any words that he recognized. He was all the way to the bottom when he saw it.

"Ratatouille!" He yelled. Thank god for Parker and his cartoons.

"Is that what you are getting?"

"Yes, yes I am."

"What about your appetizer and dessert?"

Crap.

"You know what? I will just have whatever you are having."

"Really? Are you sure?" Brennan asked.

"Yes...I mean Oui." He wiggled his eyebrows slightly. Her mouth turned upwards.

"There it is. I have been waiting for that since we arrived here."

"For what?"

"Your smile."

"You have?"

"You don't do it nearly enough, as far as I am concerned."

"Do those lines usually work on the women you date, Booth?"

"Usually...are they working on you?"

"What do you think?" Her hands mingled with his across the table once again.

Their eyes locked.

Blue and brown eyes streamed pictures of intention, scenes of what was to come across their lines of vision.

The disasters of the date so far seemed to fade away as Brennan started to rub her heeled foot against his pant leg, getting bolder with each stroke of his thumb on her hand.

He fidgeted in his chair, "What are you doing?"

"I am trying to arouse you by stroking your..."

"Bones!" His face went red, but he didn't really want her to stop.

She shifted, rubbing the outside of her foot on his inner thigh, but she felt her heal hook onto his pants. Angela had been adamant that these were the perfect shoes for the dress, but they pinched her feet in all the wrong places and were clearly inadequate to being inappropriate in public.

She wanted better access so she slowly took her foot away and tried to get her offending shoe off with her other foot. She had done the strap up too tight earlier in the SUV, and she couldn't quite get it over her heal.

"Here is your Champagne!" There gazes broke apart, as did their hands at the pop of the cork. Odie poured their drinks, and then filled their water classes. She stepped back beaming, as she held the pitcher.

"Thank you." Booth replied.

"Have you decided yet?"

"Yes, um Bones would you tell her what you want."

Brennan had managed to get the strap over her heal, but it was still stuck to her foot, so she stuck her shoe out from underneath the table and proceeded to flick it a little stronger than intended hitting her knee on the table in the process.

Her shoe went flying and hit Odie, startling her. The latter stumbled backward into the woman in the red dress causing the woman's overflowing breasts to land in her entree.

Her portly husband tried to help her, but she slapped his hand away and ordered him to go get the manager.

The woman swung around in Odie's direction, "How dare you! This is a fine dining institution. I am going to have you fired!" The woman screamed.

"I'm sorry...it was an accident." Odie managed to state while clutching the water pitcher.

Brennan stood and walked over to the young waitress, "It is not her fault. I am the one that hit Odie with my shoe."

"You're to blame for all of this." The woman pointed to her chest area where cream sauce was now dripping down the front of her dress.

"What is going on here?" The beady eyed Frenchman was back, followed by the portly husband.

"There was a minor accident." Booth stated.

"I should have known you were behind zhis." The Frenchman eyed Booth up and down.

"Don't start, Pepe le Pew."

"This woman is to blame." The cream sauced drenched woman stated pointing at Brennan.

"My intent was to remove my shoe to have better access to Booth's groin area; it was not hit anyone with it."

"Bones!" Booth hissed, as the woman's face turned to match the colour of her dress.

Odie bit her lip from laughing at Brennan's bluntness. The Frenchman was at a complete loss for words, and the portly man was trying to stand upright.

The woman moved past Odie towards Brennan, getting right into her personal space.

"How dare you embarrass me like that?!"

"I really don't see how an unintended bump is as embarrassing as having your breasts exposed due to the fact that dress is not in fact your size."

Booth, Odie, and the Frenchman's gazes started to bounce from woman to woman.

"Did you just call me fat?"

"No, you look to be in your appropriate weight range. Though your implants appear to be lopsided and will create back problems in the future." Odie's mouth dropped open and Booth groaned slightly.

"Zhis is not going to end well." The Frenchman whispered as he pushed Odie in front of himself as a shield.

"How dare you!" The woman grabbed the pitcher of water from Odie's hand, shoving her, and subsequently the French man, right into Booth. She heaved its contents in Brennan's face. Within milliseconds Brennan had the woman's' arm behind her back and her face pinned on the table.

Booth moved the two occupants from his lap and tried to intervene, but felt a chubby hand stop him. Booth turned and gazed upon the portly man, reeking of alcohol, intending to defend his woman.

"You better tell your woman to let my wife go."

"Are you serious? Your wife deserves it; she is the one who dumped the water in Bones' face." Booth turned to look at Bones when he heard the pinned woman screech slightly in pain.

Suddenly Booth felt a slap cross his face; instantly his eyes started to sting and his nose started to throb once again. He looked at the prissy man incredulously, not really believing the man would be stupid enough to try anything. It had its desired effect none the less, Booth's nose started to bleed again.

Booth towered over the man, pinching his nose to stop the bleeding. No words were needed, just a look and the man stumbled back and then turned and ran into the woman's rest room.

He looked over at Bones, the front part of her hair that was wet drooped in her face, and her mascara running down underneath her eyes slightly and she had a woman pinned, deservedly so, to the table.

There was no coming back from this and he knew that.

Booth slowly went over to Brennan and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Let her go Bones, she is not worth all this." Brennan knew he was right. She relinquished her grasp and the woman stood.

The woman turned to Booth, "You could do so much better."

"There is no one better than Bones." The woman huffed and then proceeded to follow her husband's footsteps to the ladies' restroom.

Brennan closed her eyes at his words; all he wanted was a perfect date and she had managed to ruin that for him. She looked at him and saw blood start to trickled down his face again.

"I am so sorry for all of this!" Odie stated, her eyes welling slightly.

"As am I. I am so sorry for all of zhis Dr. Brennan, your food is on zhe house tonight."

"It is my fault." Booth stated.

"Booth..."

"We're leaving." He grabbed her hand, walking past a shocked Odie and a rather distressed looking Frenchman.

"I hope you will consider us in zhe future Dr. Brennan!" The Frenchman yelled after them.

Brennan hopped along as fast as she could, still only having one shoe, as they exited the dining establishment.

"Booth, we can still salvage the date..."

"Bones, it's over." She simply nodded and continued following.

They reached the parking and Booth sat on the fountain's edge, still clutching his nose as they waited for the SUV.

Brennan sat down beside him, and opened her purse. She pulled two tampons out and grabbed his face.

"What are you..."

"Be quiet and sit still because this is going to hurt." She proceeded to stuff them up each nostril.

"OW! That hurts!"

"I told you it would! You need to properly handle the bleeding this time."

"This is ridiculous..."

"We aren't in the restaurant anymore and don't even think of removing them." She adjusted one slightly. He crossed his arms as he felt the tampon strings tickle the tops of his lips.

Moments later the SUV came screeching around the corner pulling to an abrupt stop. The kid from earlier stepped out, twirling the keys on his index finger, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Booth.

"Whoa, dude, do you know that you have...uh...girl products in your nose?"

"I had no idea."

"You know they are meant to... you know...stop the rollercoaster ride only available to women."

"Kid, you are pushing it." Booth took a threatening step before Brennan intervened with her outstretched arm.

"Did your date slug you because you tried to feel her up? I tried that once...and no means no man. You have to know that before you take any woman out."

"A man slapped him across the face." Brennan stated matter-of-factly.

"Whoa, that's harsh on the male ego."

"Give me the keys, kid."

"Booth you are in no state to drive," She reached and grabbed the keys from the kid before he could, "So I am taking you home and getting you out of those blood stained clothes." She opened the passenger side door for him.

"Dude after all this you are still getting some!" The kid held out his fist, "Pound it man. You are a God." Booth's eye twitched slightly, as he got in the passenger side door.

She walked lopsidedly past the kid, who was now giving Booth the double thumbs up, around to the driver's side and got in. Booth got in and slammed the door shut as she revved the engine.

Perfection.

That word played over and over in Booth's mind as he watched the street lights pass by on the way home that night. As his tampon filled nostrils throbbed, and his stomach started to lodge its complaints, he thought about his perfect date. He had thought that he would attain that with her, but then he realized it; he had achieved perfection. This evening was perfectly disastrous.

"Booth?"

"Yeah."

"I am sorry that I ruined your evening."

"What! It wasn't your fault, it was mine! I guess I was just trying to hard."

"I think we both were. I really should not have listened to Hodgins."

"What do you mean?"

"Hodgins said that I should talk about sports, let you display your Alpha male tendencies and try and suppress my science talk. Clearly that was bad advice."

"Oh man...and Cam and Angela said that I should meet you half way and suppress my Alpha male tendencies."

"That was very conflicting advice."

"It explains why you were acting so weird."

"Me? You offered to let me drive! You definitely were acting far weirder than I."

"What? No way Bones...the 'Detroit Hot Wings'...come on, that is classic." He laughed when she rolled her eyes.

"Sport names make no sense!"

He laughed even harder, so she playfully slugged him in the arm.

"At least I don't have tampons stuck up my nose."

He loved when her playful side came out. It was so rare that he savoured it as he gazed at her water logged makeup, her droopy hair, and her now wrinkled dress. He was so very lucky to have her in his life.

"You are such a Squint. But you are my Squint," His voice had the most caring tone she had ever heard.

"I will let the possessive nature of the statement go because I do believe that you are my Alpha male."

"I wouldn't want it any other way, Bones."

"Well, at least our first date will be memorable."

"Ah Bones, I just wanted everything to be perfect, that's all."

"It is not the grandiosity of the gesture Booth; it was your meaning behind it that means the most."

He reached over and gently squeezed her hand.

"You know I actually thought about what our first date would be like."

"You did?" Booth asked, disbelievingly.

"Yes. Looking back, the evidence indicates that our relationship has always been about the little things. Our guy hugs, which were never really guy hugs..."

"Took you long enough to catch onto that one..."

She glared at him, "...and the way you placed your hand on the small of my back, little figurines that mean the world to me. I just thought our first date would reflect that."

"Bones..."

"What I am trying to say is that I would have been just as happy to have had our first date eating Mac and Cheese and watching a movie at my apartment."

"What did you say?"

"The evidence indicates that..."

"No after that, about eating Mac and Cheese?"

"Oh, I would be just as happy having our first date in our apartment watching movies."

"Pull over."

"Booth what's..."

"Temperance, pull over."

"Why?"

"Because I am going to kiss you senseless and I don't want to get into a car crash while I do it." Brennan screeched off the road onto the shoulder and turned off the SUV.

She barely got turned around before his lips were on hers. She felt the tampons tickle her face, but that was soon forgotten as his tongue entered her mouth. She feverously returned the action.

Moments later he ripped his mouth away gasping for air, "Sorry...I forgot that I... can't breathe through my nose!"

She chuckled slightly, out of breath herself.

"Our date is not over yet."

"Really? You don't want to go back to..."

"God, no!"

"Then what are we..."

"Do you have all the ingredients for your fabulous Mac and Cheese at your apartment?"

"Yes, why?"

"Because, I have gone about this all wrong."

"You have?"

"Yes, I was trying to sweep you off your feet, but I forgot that you are a Squint, and you don't need sweeping."

"I don't know what that means."

He cupped her face with his hands, "It means that to date a Squint is an experience that only a select few will ever truly get a chance to do and I forgot about that for a brief moment in time and I hope like hell you can forgive me."

"Booth, there is nothing to forgive, you did nothing wrong."

"Yes, I did. I don't need to give you the world."

"I don't want the world."

"I know! And that is the thing all of the other women I was with demanded it in some way or another, but with you that just doesn't happen. You're different."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Of course it is. How could you even ask such a thing?"

"Wouldn't it be easier if I was more like the other women you have dated?"

"Easier, yes," She down casted her eyes, but felt a finger underneath her chin lifting her gaze to his, "but a second with you is more precious than a lifetime with them."

"That doesn't make any sense, but I find myself affected by it nonetheless."

"We are going to fix this night, ok?"

"Ok."

"First we are going to your apartment so you can get cleaned up and make us some mouth-watering Mac and Cheese. Then I am going to whip home, get cleaned up, slap some ice on my nose and be back in an hour or so with some movies." Brennan nodded in agreement as a dusting of tears on the edge of her lower eyelids. She quickly blinked them away and started the SUV back up.

"How does that sound, Bones?"

She looked at him with absolute certainty, "That sounds perfect."

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Well there you go...the end of a perfect date...oh wait it isn't quite over yet ;D Next chapter will feature a wee bit of the Squints and the rest is Brennan and Booth fluffiness. Well drop a review and let me know what you think. Cheer :D