Author's Note: This is the fifth story in a series. It is also part one of a two part story, It's one of my personal favorites. Please know that just a few words in the review section encourage me more than you can know. Before readiing this story, please make sure you read the following. Otherwise, the B n B relationship growth may not seem natural. And Fluff alert! But also humor, creepines, and psychological thrills.

1. The Memory in the Amnesia

2. Booth R Us

3. The Death in the Vow

4. Birthday Suits in a Suite

5. And now Athena and Tarzan

ATHENA AND TARZAN

CHAPTER ONE

SUSAN H.

Sweets stared at Brennan and Booth. They stared back. Sweets blinked first.

"So you were drugged, held captive for three days and, you tunneled your way to freedom. Yet, neither of you have any feelings you'd like to discuss?"

Brennan pressed her lips together and shook her head, "No."

Booth picked up Sweet's slinky and swooshed. "As far as captivity goes, it wasn't bad at all. We were fed, we showered. It was kind of like we were…." He looked at Brennan while searching for the word.

"Guests." She helped..

"Exactly," He, pinched his forefinger and thumb together and pointed, "we were guests," He said smiling at Sweets.

"Guests?" Sweets said. "You were locked up, without your clothes, because you were guests?"

"Well, we know we weren't guests, per se, but we were treated as such. There are many societies that don't place the same puritanical emphasis on clothing as Western Civilization does. Booth and I were able to function quite well without them."

"Function?" Sweets lifted an eyebrow.

"Yes. Actually, it was kind of…"

"Fun." Brennan finished Booth's sentence.

"Yes fun."

"In what way?" asked Sweets.

"Well, it was like a giant puzzle. We had to combine our skills and efforts and escape. Although, I have to say, Booth's skills helped much more than mine."

"Well you did think of the using soap for lubrication. That really helped things along."

"Thank you. I also learned a lot."

"Like what Dr. Brennan?"

"Well, for instance, the first rule of captivity is escape. Oh, and then I learned the first rule of captivity is eat protein and keep up one's strength."

"You mean protein is the second rule." Sweets said.

"MM, no, they are both first rules. So, I learned that there can be two number ones in first place. I'm sure I will be able to apply that. Somewhere."

"I admit Sweets, the drug hangover was brutal, but once that faded, things were actually pleasant." Booth smiled.

"Oh, remember Booth, you thought I roofied you?"

"Why would you have thought something like that Agent Booth?" Sweets asked as he scribbled notes.

"I assume I was given a larger dose of drugs than Bones because, well I'm a big guy. I was probably more confused than Bones."

"Booth, I think time's up," Brennan said.

"You're right. Sweets, time is up." He turned to Brennan, "Want to get a bite to eat…"

"…at the diner?" Brennan concluded.

"Okay, but next week, same time." Sweets' words rushed out to beat the closing door. He scribbled one more note before preparing for his next appointment. Finish each other's sentences.

***

After their meal, Brennan and Booth sat in her office as she looked through her e-mail.

"It's been so quiet," Brennan said, "I feel guilty waiting for a murdered corpse to turn up to add excitement, but I guess if I break it down, that's exactly what I'm doing."

"Well, you always have Limbo Bones."

"True, and you always have months of overdue paperwork."

"You just have to ruin every moment, don't you Bones?"

"Booth!"

The computer screen illuminated the concern on Brennan's face.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She turned the screen in his direction.

A picture of a skeleton in a grave with the caption: MY FIRST, spread across the screen. Brennan scrolled. Another skeleton in a grave, captioned: MY TENTH.

More skeletons appeared on the screen, each with a caption:

MY FAVORITE

MY CELEBRATION OF THE 10'th ANNIVERSARY OF MY FIRST

MY 20 YEAR CELEBRATION

THE ONE I ALMOST LOST

THE ONE THAT ALMOST GOT ME

THE ONE THAT LIVED THE LONGEST

The next picture was decomposed, but not a skeleton. SOME OF MY RECENT WORK.

Then a picture of a woman who just appeared to be sleeping. NOW THIS IS A FRESH ONE!"

"Looks like something turned up Bones."