A/N: Okay, so this is just a fluffy idea that started running around my head. I don't know how long it'll be, but it just be very oh-so-sweet-fluffy, so have yout toothbrushes ready.

Shout out to Goldy! Kudos to whoever finds the reference to her in this first chapter.

Summary: It's the season for friends and family, and it has Booth thinking about Brennan in a very non-partner way.

Rating: T (just to be safe for later chapters)

Disclaimer: I don't own BONES, but the story line within this fiction is © WolfMyjic 2006

Chapter One:

Parties and Flowers

The snow drifted down in a light curtain of white. Small flakes stuck to the warmer glass of the store fronts, all of which were decorated for Christmas. People hurried through the streets bundled inside their winter coats, hats pulled down over their ears and scarves wrapped tightly around their necks. The call of a flute floated into the air as a man stood on a street corner playing holiday songs. Doctor Temperance Brennan stomped down the sidewalk breaking the peacefulness of the late December evening. Her heavy boots crushed the snow underfoot and her mumbles made more than one person throw her a sideways glance. The scowl she were on her face told people to leave her alone, the that city of DC had their very own Scrooge. "I don't see what your problem is," her partner, FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth said, as he followed after her. "It's just a Christmas party, I didn't ask you to run off to Vegas and get married." Brennan didn't stop or even slow her pace.

"I don't do Christmas," she finally threw over her shoulder. "Feel free to ask someone else." Booth reached out and grabbed her arm- bring her to a stop.

"I don't want to ask someone else," he said. "I asked you." Brennan looked into his brown eyes and saw what she thought was hope in them.

"Listen, Booth, I'm flattered that you asked, but you know I don't do the whole Christmas thing."

"And I'm not asking you too," he quickly said. "All I'm asking is for one of your evenings. Just a Christmas party- one party. Not even the Bureau's party. Just a group of old Army buddies. Please?" Brennan darted her eyes away and drew her bottom lip in between her teeth.

"Thank you again, Booth," she finally said. "But I'm really not into parties, you know that. I'm sure there's someone else you can ask." With that she pulled from his grip and Booth watched her back disappear around a corner.

"But I don't want to ask someone else," he said quietly to himself. Booth shoved his cold hands into the pockets of his jeans and watched his sigh rise up in a silvery column. He stood there for a moment longer hoping that Brennan would reappear, but she didn't. With another long, heavy sigh, he turned away from the direction his partner had gone. Just a Christmas party, he thought. Nothing more. No hidden agendas. Booth shook his head. Who am I kidding? Booth started off toward his SUV with thoughts dancing in his head... and they were differently not sugarplums. He had made up his mind months ago to try and win Brennan's heart. He smiled as he remembered that it was a conversation with Parker that had made him begin to think- seriously think about him and Brennan. Amazing how a little boy can have so much knowledge, he thought. Parker had looked up from his cartoon and asked innocently if he was ever going to have a step-mommy. Booth chuckled as his stun face popped into his mind. He hadn't known how to answer. With a smile, Booth climbed into his SUV, started it and pulled away from the curb. He was determined to get Brennan to agree to go with him to that party, and he was also determined to show her how he felt.

XxXxX

Booth stood in the florist looking at roses, daises and baby breaths. He reached up and scratched above his left ear. I'm so out of practice, he thought. He turned from the roses to the daises and then back. "May I help you?" a woman in a red apron asked, coming to stand beside him.

"Um, yes," Booth said. "I'm looking for some, um, flowers, but of course I would be, wouldn't I?"

The woman gave a slight chuckle. "Do you have something in mind?"

"No," Booth said. "I would appreciate any help."

"That's what I'm here for," the woman said. "Whom are you shopping for?"

"A…good friend," he said. The woman gave a knowing nod, and then walked a short distant to behind the counter.

"May I suggest lilies?"

"I hadn't thought about lilies," he mumbled to himself.

"They aren't as…personal as roses, but more so than, say daises. Unless, of course, your friend likes daises."

"No," Booth answered with a shake of his head. "I think lilies would be great. Do you deliver?"

"Absolutely." The woman smiled, and then pointed to a rack of small cards. "Why don't you pick out a card?"

"I've already taken care of that," Booth said with a sly smile. He pulled a card from his back pocket and handed it to the woman.

The Christmas spirit is Alive!

-Secret Santa-

The woman smiled up from the card. "A special friend?"

"You could say that." Booth pulled out another sheet of paper and handed it over. "This is who they're for and here's where she works."

"Is first thing in the morning good?"

"Great," Booth said. "Thank you."

XxXxX

Brennan looked up from her desk with a start- a large bouquet of flowers filled her doorway. "Aren't they gorgeous?" Angela asked poking her head from around them.

"Yes," Brennan answered. "Who are they from?"

"I don't know," Angela said, walking into the office and setting the flowers down on Brennan's desk. "I haven't read the card."

"Well, why not?"

"Because," Angela said, taking a step away. "They are addressed to you."

"For me?" Brennan looked at her friend and then to the flowers. "Who would send me flowers?"

"Well, I don't know. Read the card and see." Brennan tried to hide her smile, but it broke through. She reached out, carefully removed the envelope and then pulled the card from inside. "What does it say?"

"It says," Brennan began. "The Christmas spirit is Alive. Secret Santa." She flipped the card over looking for more but found none.

"Oh, how sweet," Angela said.

"What's sweet?" Cam asked from the door.

"Brennan has a secret Santa," Angela said. "He sent her flowers."

"Oh," Cam said, stepping into the office. "That is sweet. Any ideas who it is?"

"No," Brennan said. "And the cards been typed."

"Maybe it's that David guy. Angela told me," Cam clarified when Brennan looked over at her. "Anyhow, meeting in five minutes." With that, she left. Angela walked to the door to follow and then turned back.

"Could be Booth," she teased, causing Brennan to glare at her. Angela laughed and left, leaving the doctor to her own thoughts. Couldn't be, Brennan thought. Could it?

"Of course not," she said out loud.