AN: What the hell is wrong with me? Actually it's not my fault. It's Shakira's fault. Damn you Shakira!!! And your addictive She Wolf song! I couldn't help it! I mean the panting and the GRRRR especially if it's Brennan because boy or girl, straight or gay she is hot! XD you all can deny all you want but I'm straighter then a ruler and I think she's hot xD (I has a crush on Booth too xD)

Well now that THAT rant is over. Enjoy this pathetic yet hilarious attempt for a fanfiction

God, well it's official, Booth hates modern music.

Whatever happened to the good bands like Foreigner? Or Ratt? Or Whitesnake?

Now the decency brought on by said bands has been degraded to mindless rap and whiny chick music.

And she wondered why he never lets her drive.

Not only did he have to listen to his modern pop crap he had to sit cramped in a small, but very sexy 2010 Saleen Mustang, given to her by her very appreciative editor.

'God, if it were anyone else I would shoot myself,' Booth thought as he glanced over to his partner, who moved her shoulders lightly to the woman screaming from the radio the hardships of love.

"Please tell me again why I agreed to let you drive?" Booth asked, as he massaged his temple.

"Because, I've got you whipped," Brennan said with a smile as she turned the corner and sped down a forest bound highway.

"I am not whipped!" Booth said, shoving a finger into the air as he looked at her with serious eyes, only to be greeted with a devious smile "Wait, how do you even know what that means?"

"Spending a little too much time with Angela," Brennan said truthfully as she relaxed in her seat.

"Figures and I have to suffer the repercussions," Booth mumbled, crossing his arms and slouching in the seat.

When the song finally ended, Booth was about to thank God for not shooting anything yet, but this time the car was filled with a techno beat that Brennan automatically got excited for.

"I love this song," she said half to herself as she started bobbing her head and shoulders to the music, causing the car to slightly swerve.

"Hey!" Booth called, pointing to the road.

Brennan just looked over to him and smiled "A domesticated girl that's all you ask of me. Darling it is no joke, this is Lycanthropy. The moon's awake now, with eyes wide open. My body's craving, so feed the hungry."

"Oh my god," Booth said as he covered his face with his hands, running his hands into his hair and pulling at the small strands "Please turn it off!"

"No, it's an experiment," Brennan said as she continued bobbing to the music.

"For what?" Booth asked.

"Well I can't tell you, it would contaminate my experiment," Brennan said as she began singing again "There's a she wolf in your closet. Open up and set her free. Ahh-roo. There's a she wolf in your closet. Let it out so it can breathe," she finished panting like a wolf twice, all the while smirking as she knew Booth was watching her.

His jaw was slacked, replaying her panting over and over again in his mind, focusing on the rapid rise and fall of her chest. 'Now is NOT the time Seeley' he yelled to himself as he decided that that had to be one of the single most seductive things he had ever seen.

"There's a she wolf in your closet. Let it out so it can breathe," she finished panting again as she looked at Booth out of the corner of her eye, smiling as she got the same thing she stated in her hypothesis.

'I'm almost positive that he will find the slightly erotic hyperventilation seductively alluring,' she said in her head when the song started, and now she was comfortable to say that she was right. A glance down to his crotch helping her side of the experiment, as he was, obviously aroused.

Brennan sighed happily and turned a corner sharply, shaking him out of his reverie, and sending him into a frenzy of nervous shifting.

She loved experimenting on him.