I definitely don't own Bones.

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Booth had awakened with a hankering for a peanut butter sandwich. It was two in the morning, but he had eaten a light dinner and he was hungry again. Rolling out of bed, he decided to leave his boxers on the floor. He would only be gone for a few minutes anyways, so why bother.

Feeling the bed move, Brennan woke up and saw Booth walking across the room. Not sure what was going on, she yawned and stopped him."Where are you going, Booth?"

Booth paused in the doorway and looked back. "I'm going to the kitchen to get a snack. Do you want anything?"

Cocking her head to the side, Brennan thought about it, but decided she didn't need anything. "Yes thank you . . . but, it would be too much trouble, so I'll just wait until the morning."

Curious, Booth stepped closer to the bed. "Nonsense, Bones . . . What do you want? I'll get it for you. It's not a problem."

Grateful for his offer, Brennan sat up and nodded her head. "I'd like a mushroom omelet if it's too much trouble, if not perhaps a piece of toast."

Surprised at the request, Booth shook his head in disbelief. "An omelet? . . . Really? I mean it's not a problem, but well . . . it's two in the morning."

Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan realized it was too much to ask him to do. "Well, I knew it was probably too much too ask for. That's alright. I can wait until the morning."

Giving Brennan a crooked smile, Booth said, "You want an omelet, you'll get an omelet. I told you it won't be a problem and it won't be." Leaving the bedroom, Booth thought about his pregnant girlfriend and her request. "Wow . . . those stories must be true about late night cravings."

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Booth ate his his sandwich while watching Brennan's omelet cook on the stove. He'd just finished his sandwich when he heard a click near him. Looking to his right, he found Brennan lowering her phone and grinning at him.

Embarrassed, Booth held his hand out and warily asked her, "Bones . . . What did you do?"

Pleased with herself, Brennan checked her photos and found that her picture was perfect. "Oh, I just took a picture. You look very cute cooking my omelet. Aren't you afraid that some grease might splatter onto your penis? That would be quite painful."

Very angry, Booth stepped away from the stove. "I'm naked, Bones. You can't keep that picture. It could kill my career if it ever saw the light of day."

Shaking her head, Brennan stepped back. "Don't be ridiculous, Booth. The picture is for me. I would never show it to anyone else."

Pursing his lips, Booth moved back to the stove to remove the omelet from the pan. "You better not. Payback can be a real bitch."

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Over the next few days, Booth tried to get Brennan to delete the picture from her phone. After the endless phone messages and text messages, Brennan printed one copy of the picture and hid it in one of her journals at home. She then deleted the picture from her phone and the next time she saw him she showed Booth that the picture was now deleted from her phone archive.

His relief made her hesitate but in the end, she had to be honest with him. "Just because it's deleted doesn't mean the picture is gone."

Worried about what she'd just said, Booth stared at her and blurted out, "You printed a copy didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." Brennan acknowledged. "It's safely hidden, so you'll never find it. It's just a keepsake, Booth. Don't worry about it."

Not happy with his girlfriend, Booth nodded his head and warned her. "Okay, I tried to be nice. Now the gloves come off, Bones."

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Over the next few days, Booth took various pictures of Brennan doing Un-Brennan like things. He tried to use them as leverage to get the omelet picture from Brennan, but she just told him to keep his pictures and she would keep hers.

It was six days after the omelet picture was printed, when Booth finally got the picture he needed. He had come home earlier than Brennan had expected and when he walked in through the doorway he thought he smelled something familiar. Quietly entering the kitchen, he found Brennan eating a hamburger that she had just cooked for herself. Quickly getting out his phone, Booth snapped several pictures.

Stunned, Brennan looked up and protested. "Now, that's not fair, Booth. I can't control my cravings. Meat is disgusting. It's your progeny that is making me eat this. I'm a vegetarian."

Booth walked into the room and slowly waved his phone at her. "You have to break a few eggs to get an omelet, Bones or in this case a picture of an omelet."

Frowning, Brennan tried to think of how to keep her picture and persuade Booth to delete the pictures he'd just taken. "I don't know what that means . . .. Uh, Booth . . ."

Smiling sweetly, Booth checked his photos on his phone and chuckled. "It means, give me the omelet picture and I'll delete the hamburger picture."

She hated to give in, but she realized that she didn't have a choice. Placing her hamburger down on a plate, Brennan left the room to retrieve the picture. She had only been gone for a few minutes when she came back into the kitchen with the picture Booth so desperately wanted. Handing over the picture, she walked back over to the table and picked up her hamburger. "You know blackmail is an ugly business."

Holding up his phone, Booth showed Brennan that he had deleted the pictures. "Eggsactly."

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