I had to think like a boy for this one. So my brain hurts now. I hope I did a good job. 

"You should do it."

Angela stood over Brennan's shoulder and read the letter again. It had come in with her mail this morning, a letter from a magazine company wanting to interview her.

Simple enough.

But this magazine was Morgan's, and Morgan's was notorious for the pictures that usually accompanied the articles. They featured prominent female figures, in more than one sense of the phrase. The pictures were tastefully done with the women donning robes and other pieces of clothing covering their most intimate parts.

"No, Ange. There is no way I am posing in some magazine with no clothes on! How do you think that will affect my image? I am a writer and also a respected figure in forensic science. People's reaction to me will change drastically if I do something like that."

Angela gave her a 'you don't get it, do you?' look. "Sweetie Morgan's doesn't print pictures of you buck naked! They cover you up a bit, leaving out a shoulder or a leg or something. The readers get the general idea and you don't end up in print media looking like a Porn Star. And a lot of respectable women are featured in that magazine, like influential singers, politicians, intellectuals, writers and others. Most women take it as an honour, Bren."

"An honour?" Brennan repeated, "They consider it an honour to bear themselves in the most intimate way to complete strangers? I would do an interview, if they are interested, but I don't think I can pose for them."

Angela sighed. She was going to be difficult about this. In actuality, Angela wasn't as concerned as to whether or not Bren would do the picture, and there was likelihood that the people at the magazine would respect her wish not to be photographed, but it was the principle of the thing. Morgan's was a really good magazine. The women who were featured in it were heroes. And Bren deserved some recognition.

"Ok, let's go." Angela beckoned to her best friend to get up out of her chair. "We're going to the newsstand."

"Why" Brennan asked.

"I wanna show you that it's not anything distasteful. It's a really nice magazine. That really important Senator was in it last month."

"You read it?"

"Sure. Morgan's is the one magazine that you won't be grossed if your man reads it 'cause you read it too. Mostly for the articles."

They went out the door, and Angela took her to the newsstand to buy a copy. It was exactly how Angela said, tasteful and suggestive at the same time.

"So," said Angela, "Will you do it?"

Brennan was reading the article about a zoologist who had studied the Bengal Tiger for 11 years.

"Well, I will consider it. It does seem like a nice magazine."

Angela flashed a winning smile, "Great."

THE PHOTO SHOOT goes well and Brennan is featured in an article. The next month she is in the magazine and a copy is delivered to her office.

Brennan walked into her office to find a stack of mail sitting on her desk. She ignored it for a second as she looked for a file that Booth was coming to get in a moment. As she found the file, she took it out and placed it beside the stack of mail. Then her eyes caught the blue magazine cover. She took it up to look at the Quantum Physicist on the cover in a tiny black tube dress that only reached her thigh and a come-hither expression on her face. Brennan was almost afraid to look inside for fear of what she would look like.

She opened the magazine, sought her page and was surprised to find…

She didn't look that bad!

She had on a large button up shirt buttoned only at the two last buttons. She was on her back, her legs bent and her hand in her hair in the first picture. It was a bit creepy how good she actually looked, almost like a sex kitten from times gone by. In another picture that took up two pages, she was in a silky red dress that zipped down at the front. The zipper was open halfway. She was lying on a fluffy white carpet with the camera over her.

She closed the magazine and was about to put it in her desk drawer when Angela walked in.

"Hey Bren. Oh wow, is that the magazine?"

"Yes," she leafed through it briefly before Angela snatched it from her.

She found the page in a jiffy. "Jeez, Bren, is that you? Is that all you? I know they air brush and all, but they can't air brush your facial expression, can they? You look…wow."

"The photographer was very good." Said Brennan, "he just told me what to do."

"Sweetie, you look like he told you to meet him in the nearest supply closet."

"I do not! We were a little intimate, yes, but Phillip said that was to be expected."

"Oh, so Phillip said that, huh?" said Angela. "So, how do you plan on telling Booth about your new found career?"

Brennan hadn't thought of that. Booth would probably have a fit if he found out that she posed in a magazine like that.

"I'm not going to tell him. I think he might blow it out of proportion."

"Yeah, he will." He might blow his top while he's at it. "So, what are you gonna do, hide it from him?" Angela said.

"It'll be best. And also, Ange, you can't tell Hodgins. Or anybody else for that matter. I don't think it will be the best topic for the discussion in the lab."

Angela almost pouted. She was just about to go to Hodgins about it. She had been holding it in for almost a month while Brennan decided whether to do it. "Fine. But I guarantee you that this will leak out somehow. You'll be water cooler talk by Monday. Somebody in this place has got to subscribe to Morgan's."

"So why did you tell me to do it?"

Angela shrugged, "You needed to do it. Wow, my friend Brennan, the Sex Kitten. It fits you."

Brennan rolled her eyes, "Angela, I won't ever in my life let you talk me into anything like this again."

"Sure you will. Now let's go look at those simulations I ran for the hockey player case."

Angela flung the magazine on Brennan's desk as they walked out of the office.

(Now, you all can predict what will happen next, right?)

The magazine sat on the desk untouched for most of the day. It wasn't until Hodgins walked into Brennan's office looking for a pen he had lent Dr. Brennan the day before.

He found the pen and was about to leave when the magazine caught his eye.

"Whoa, who's this hottie?" he said about the woman on the cover. He leafed through the magazine, stopping at the interesting articles, including one about a fellow entomologist. As he skipped through, a familiar face caught his eye.

At first he said to himself that this could never possibly be the same Dr. Brennan that he knew. But how many Dr. Brennans out there worked at the Jeffersonian, were forensic anthropologists, were in the foster care system, wrote books and worked alongside the F.B.I?

Hodgins looked at the picture, spun it around and around. Wow. She had really nice legs.

This was too juicy to keep to himself. He had to tell somebody! And Zach took that moment to pass by the door.

He would have to do.

"Hey, Zach!" Hodgins called. "Come here let me show you something."

 Where do I come up with these things? In this case, I was in my bed drifting off to sleep.

So who out there thought that Booth would find the magazine first? So did I, till I realized it would be more fun if he were the last to know.

I want this one to be short because I've been neglecting my other Fan fictions.

The part about the model/photographer connection I read about in a book.

Oh. And I think Morgan's is mine. I've never heard of a magazine like that before. But I really don't think that any amount of persuasion could get Brennan to pose for Playboy. And I don't think Angela would ever want her to pose for Playboy, either. Nothing against the mag, but Brennan naked would probably give them all an aneurism.