Private Property

"Bones! Bones! You said you had something urgent?" Booth came barreling into her office, out of breath.

"Uh… yeah." She smirked.

"So what is it?" He sat down a plucked the bottle of water off her desk, chugging half of it before setting it back down.

Brennan's eyes followed the bottle of water and smiled as soon as his lips pulled away from the plastic, her bright red lipstick all over his ruby lips.

"Thirsty?"

His eyes narrowed. He did not rush over to the Jeffersonian on a Saturday, running a few 'yellow' lights just to have a discussion about his drinking habits.

"Bones," He said sternly, "the news?"

"Oh… about that." She leaned across the table at him, "I need help."

"Help with? You are going to have to be more descriptive, Bones."

She sat a new pair of men's running shoes on her desk, "Size thirteen I presume?" She stood up and walked around her desk, standing in front of him with her arms crossed.

"Uh… what?" He blinked once and felt drool begin to form around his lips. He knew his partner was attractive but her form fitting shorts and very small shirt was leaving very little to the imagination.

"Running. I need a running partner. I would be silly to run in those." She pointed towards his feet.

"And you just assume I will say yes?"

Brennan just smiled and leaned into him. "I knew you would say yes."

Booth just nodded. "Of course you would." He winked. If he didn't know any better he would have thought she was flirting.

"That just will not do." Brennan looked her partner up and down, "But this will." She set a bag next to the shoes on the desk.

"Bones… what did you… huh?" Booth peered into the bag to find a pair of blue basketball shorts and a Jeffersonian t-shirt.

"Go… change…" Brennan pointed out into the hall.

He didn't move.

She leaned down until her lips were inches from his ear.

"I'll be right here when you get back." She said in sultry tone that instantly made him regret not just saying yes to anything she asked. The woman was good… too good.

He nodded and slowly walked out the door making sure to give his partner enough time to watch him walk away, with the bag strategically covering his front.

He smiled. Flirting, she was defiantly flirting and if it took a little jog on his day off to get to see his partner in her little outfit and to flirt, it was a price he would pay. Hell, he would do anything for that woman. Even if he had to wear….

He looked down at the shorts and rolled his eyes.

"Property of Dr. Temperance Brennan" was written in sharpie across the tag. At least he knew who he belonged to if he ever got lost.