At the behest of several requests for the back story to This Is All Your Fault!, I have written this one. It will consist of four chapters, and here is the first one. I hope you enjoy it. Gregg.
Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Deputy Director Sam Cullen was extremely uncomfortable. He was in the Jeffersonian, in Dr. Brennan's office, and asking her if she would be willing to do an undercover assignment with Booth. Ordinarily he would send another team as Booth worked well only with Brennan anymore, but Booth was needed on this assignment as he was the one who was the contact. As a result, Cullen was approaching Brennan first to see if she would be willing to do the assignment. He could only imagine what Booth, the FBI's poster boy for Catholic morals in public, would say about it when he found out.
"So Booth and I would be undercover in a Nudist Colony to make contact with a protected witness?" Brennan asked, wanting to make sure that she fully understood what was being asked.
"That's essentially what is being asked, Dr. Brennan," Cullen replied. "I decided to ask you first as I wanted to make sure of your willingness to accept this assignment with Booth."
Brennan smiled. This was perfect. She and Booth had done a lot of talking in the aftermath of his decision not to go back in the Army for a year and her declining the chance to head up the dig in Maluku. That had been two months before, and while they hadn't had sex yet, they had been enjoying the developing relationship and the closeness that was a part of that. This assignment, despite Booth's rather prudish attitude about the human body, would be a perfect chance to possibly begin the physical side of the relationship that she knew they both wanted.
"I have no problem with the undercover assignment," Brennan said calmly. "I would, however, like to be the one to inform Booth of the details."
Cullen breathed a sigh of relief. Telling Booth that he was to go on an assignment at a Nudist Colony was not something he had been looking forward to. "That's fine by me," Cullen told her as he stood up. "Here's the file, and the paperwork to draw an RV and vehicle to drive to the Colony. I'll send Booth over with the news that you have the information on his new assignment."
"Thank you, Director Cullen," Brennan said politely as she stood when he left her office. Returning to her desk she opened the file and read through it quickly and memorized the pertinent details. They would be going in as a married couple who wanted to enjoy the nudist "lifestyle" among other like minded people. Now that had some real potential. It had been a little over two years since she'd seen Booth naked when he stood up in his bathtub when she angrily barged into his bathroom. Now after all the mistakes the two of them had made since then, many more by her, she had a chance to see that magnificent body once again. An idea formed in her mind and she smiled widely.
"I know that look, Sweetie," Angela said from the door to Brennan's office.
"I don't know what that means," Brennan said, a small smile on her face now, enjoying playing dumb. For the longest time she had been horribly inept at comprehending colloquialisms from pop culture, but over the years she had gotten much better, and she was far from ignorant now. She just enjoyed putting on the act and seeing how people responded. People would be amazed at just how much she truly understood and knew. She wasn't a genius with a hyperactive mind for nothing, after all.
"What's going on, Sweetie, and it must have something to do with Agent Studly if Cullen was here to speak with you," Angela got right to the point. She knew that Bren and Booth were together, but had not consummated the relationship to date. It was bound to happen soon, though.
"Cullen wants me and Booth to go on an undercover assignment, but it's delicate, at least where Booth is concerned," Bren replied. There was no reason to be evasive about it.
"'Delicate'?" Angela questioned.
"We need to be a married couple and the location is a Nudist Colony," Bren told her friend.
Angela's eyes widened and then she burst out laughing. "Oh my God!" she said loudly. "Booth must be having a fit!"
Bren's smile got very mischievous. "He doesn't know about it yet," she informed Angela, and then laid out her plan. When she was finished Angela was still laughing.
"You go Girl!" Angela said as she stood up. "Just make sure you send me plenty of pictures of Agent Hot Stuff to my cell phone!"
"You're a married woman, Angela," Bren pointed out with a raised brow. There was no way on Earth she was sending nude photos of Booth to anyone, let alone Angela. Not only was she feeling very territorial regarding Booth and his perfect masculine physique, but Booth would kill her.
"Married, but not dead, Sweetie," Angela chuckled as she walked out the door to get back to work.
Five Days Later
Bones was driving the RV along the highway. They had been on the road for three days and she had yet to let Booth know the one major aspect of the assignment: where. All in all it had been a fun three days, and she was almost sorry to see it end. They had constantly carried on their famous nonsensical conversations and debates the whole way. At one point she had made him blush profusely as she bluntly asked him what his most embarrassing sexual experience was. It had caused her to almost wreck the RV she was laughing so hard when he revealed that he had been having sex in the back seat of Pops' prized Cadillac when Pops had shown up and found him in flagrante. She had made a mental note to question Hank about that as soon as she could.
"How much longer, Bones," Booth asked from the passenger side, growing very impatient. He'd done well the last few days not knowing where in the Hell they were going, but enough was enough. Who was the actual FBI Agent in this partnership, huh?
"Actually, there's the turnoff right there," she pointed as she made the gliding turn in the large RV. She had to admit that the FBI had done well in the vehicle department. The RV was one of the better ones that money could buy, and the car that they were hauling behind them was a brand new Mustang convertible. Booth had almost had heart failure when he saw the luxurious way in which they would be traveling.
"Oh, great," Booth said as he turned to look at the road ahead. Then he saw the sign. He paled and then almost had a stroke. "A NUDIST COLONY!" he shrieked.
A/N: Well, there's the setup. The fun really begins in the next chapter which I should be posting in a day or two. Thank you for all the great responses to the original This Is All Your Fault! which made this one possible. Gregg.
