I would like to thank my very good friend, tvaddict23, for the idea for this story, which comes in two parts, each having two chapters. The idea for the story was one that I had not considered before, despite my interest in Booth's love of comic books, and my other stories that mention or deal with Bones having, and enjoying, sex toys. I am delighted to be able to try my hand at such a great idea. I hope you enjoy it as much as I will enjoy writing it. Gregg.

Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Part One

Booth's Stash

Booth was actually giddy as he worked the five combination locks, three key locks, and then the computer controlled retinal scanner on the storage locker he was in front of with Bones. They were moving in together after three months of dating. Now he was about to reveal his big secret to her. He wasn't sure he should, but it was a necessary revelation. He looked over at her as he leaned down to the retinal scanner and saw her roll her eyes.

"Is this what Angela would call overkill, Booth?" Bones asked.

"Bite your tongue, Bones," Booth said, looking at her as if she'd said something sacrilegious.

"Why would I bite my tongue?" she asked, confused.

"It means that nothing could be overkill when it comes to what I have in this storage facility," he told her. He relaxed as the flash of the scanner ran over his eye and confirmed his identity. He was always afraid that some glitch would occur and keep him locked out of his unit.

"Valuable art or statuary?" Bones asked curiously.

"Bones, you know me," he said with some exasperation. "Do you really think I'd invest my hard earned dollars on art or statues?"

"Then why have nine separate locking systems in place?" she pressed.

"Because what's in here is my pride and joy, Bones," he explained, placing a strong hand on the handle to open the door.

"I thought I was your pride and joy," she countered, enjoying the chance to banter a bit.

"Okay, you're numero uno and this is number two," he said quickly, hoping to be able to open the damn door soon.

"What about Parker and Pops?" she questioned further.

Booth wanted to scream. Here he was about to enter Boothy Heaven and Bones was delaying the grand entrance. Bones would delay her own walk through the Pearly Gates to her heavenly reward by questioning Saint Peter with all manner of claptrap.

"Okay, you're one, Parker is two, and Pops is three, while what's in here is number four on the pride and joy list," he said in a tone that suggested that banter time was over, but he wasn't rude about it. He offered a silent apology to the contents of the storage locker for being placed so low on the list, but he wanted to retain his working parts for the rest of his life, so sacrifices had to be made. He'd confess the sin later on at confession. He was willing to predict that Father Mitch was going to laugh his ass off on this one. "Now may we please enter Boothy Heaven?" he pleaded, not realizing what he'd just said.

Bones raised a brow. "Boothy Heaven?" she asked. She was laughing hilariously in her mind over his description of the storage unit.

Booth's head dropped and he mentally screamed. He looked up at her and saw she was highly amused. That never boded well when he was the one who amused her like that. "Okay, Bones, what'll it take to get you to never, and I mean never, mention what I call this place?" he asked.

"I get to drive the SUV and control the siren for one week," she told him instantly, never one to waste a perfect opportunity.

Booth began to grind his teeth, but he had no choice. He caved. No one could ever know what he called his shrine. "Deal," he said with deep reluctance. "Now may we please enter?"

"Of course," she said with a small smile. "I don't know why you've just been standing here without opening the door."

Deciding not to scream and rant, he pulled the thick door open. The light sensors inside instantly turned on and he ushered Bones in. He smiled widely when he entered and swept his gaze throughout the entire inside, loving and cooing over the contents.

"Comic books?" Bones asked incredulously. "You go to all that expense and trouble to protect comic books?"

Booth's jaw about hit the floor. "GRAPHIC NOVELS!" he said firmly. He swept his gaze back to his beloved collection. "Sorry guys, she's simply uneducated in the finer things in life," he said out loud to the, ahem, graphic novels.

"You're anthropomorphizing your comic books?" she questioned, beginning to fear for his sanity.

"You anthro, uh, whatever, your plants," he gamely argued.

"Anthropomorphizing, and plants are living creatures, Booth, not inanimate objects like these pieces of paper," she said firmly.

"These are not just any pieces of paper Bones," he told her. "This is a collection of all 511 graphic novels that make up the Green Lantern collection. I even have the original graphic novel, All-American Comics #16, that Green Lantern appeared in. All of these babies are in mint condition with their own individual plastic sleeves."

It was right then that her eyes spotted something that she was hard pressed to admit she had not even noticed upon entering. All the comics were on angled open shelving with the front covers facing outward. That was something in itself, and she had to admit that he had obviously put a lot of work into this. What she now noticed, though, was what was on a stand in the middle of the unit. A Beer Hat. Her eyes narrowed.

"You have another one of those ridiculous things," she asked.

"This thing is the very first beer hat I ever made," he said with pride, choosing to ignore her usual loathing of the Beer Hat. He would never understand how someone who made a science of being practical and logical could not like something so eminently practical and useful.

She looked closer and her eyes widened in shock. "You had it bronzed?"

"Yep!" he said with obvious delight. "Now, since we are sharing your home office and you said I could add a few nick knacks of my own in there on the shelves, I feel that we should add a bit of culture to the place and add this incredible collection here. The beer hat, of course, can be in a place of honor on the corner of my desk."

"No," she said firmly and began to walk out.

Booth smiled. He knew she was going to say that, and he had a plan. Now it was his turn to turn the tables. He looked back at his collection. "Don't worry, Boys, I have it covered. You'll be in your new home by the end of the week," he said as he made his way out of Boothy Heaven and hightailed it after a very agitated Bones. Life was good, and knowing that he'd have his stash where he could have access every evening for a good read before bed was the best part.

A/N: There's chapter one. It basically sets up the whole story and allows me to move into the next scenario easily. I hope you have all enjoyed this one. Once again I must thank tvaddict23 for the excellent idea and her request that I write the story. Gregg.