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When Real Life Intrudes on Fiction

Summery: What happens when our favorite duo and the whole squint squad are put into real life situations? This fiction is a series of one-shots that will explore this concept. The purpose of this fic is to make you laugh. So if you have any ideas, please let us know.

Rating: Mostly K+. Some 'T', and maybe a 'M' or twothrown in along the way.

Disclaimer: Goldpiece nor myself own BONES or anything to do with the show. The plots are ours so they are © Golden Wolf Production 2006.

Something Stinks

Special Agent Seeley Booth entered the Jeffersonian. He gave a slight nod to the security guard. "How are you today, Agent Booth?" the man asked.

"Can't complain." Booth moved on down the hall. The case he and his partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan had been working on was solved, and he just needed to pick up her reports. As he made his way to the elevator, someone walked out of on of the many side doors. "Just the woman I wanted to see," Booth said drawing Brennan's attention away from the folder in her hands.

"Booth, I wasn't expecting you here today. Is there another case?" she glanced at his hands, but didn't see any folder.

"What, I can't visit my favorite Anthropologist just because? No, actually I stopped by to pick up those reports on the Johnson case."

"Oh, they're in my office." She offered him a smile before stepping into the open elevator with him. Booth offered a smile in return as the doors closed.

The small space of the elevator felt even smaller to Brennan with the presence of Booth in it with her. She glanced over at her partner. He stood straight, as he always did, his hands casually in his pants pockets. He was looking directly ahead, but to Brennan his eyes seemed to be staring at something much farther off. His jaw muscle worked as he chewed a piece of gum. Booth glanced at her for a second, and then turned back to the wall. Wow, thought Brennan, he's really thinking hard about something.

Brennan gave up watching Booth and turned her eyes back to the folder in her hands. She opened it up and began to read the papers inside. Suddenly, something reached her nose. At first, she ignored it, but it grew in strength. Brennan wrinkled her nose up and cut her eyes to Booth, but he still wouldn't look at her. He just remained there with his eyes forward as he chewed compulsively on the gum. Brennan tried to breathe, but the scent was a little too strong. With a small cough, she covered her nose, her eyes watering.

"Booth, did you flatulate?" she accused.

"What?" Booth asked, snapping his head around to look over at her. "No." Brennan narrowed her eyes at him.

"Well, I smell something."

"You smelt it, you dealt it," Booth said, returning his eyes to the back of the doors.

"Well, you denied it, you supplied it." The unexpected come back made him laugh.

"Oh, so you know that classic kid come back but you don't know how to play Rock-Paper-Scissors." The elevator chimed it's stop and before Brennan could answer the doors opened, allowing them entry into the medico-legal lab, as the two stepped out, Hodgins stepped in. He coughed, then turned an angry gaze onto Booth.

"Man it is not cool to squeeze one off in an elevator. I have to ride down in that thing."

"I didn't do it," Booth said, throwing up his hands. Hodgins glared at him as the doors closed. He turned to follow after Brennan still denying the fact. "I didn't do it!"

So who did it? Goldy and I want to take a vote. Please tell us when you review who you think did it. Who passed gas in the elevator? Was it Sweet and Sexy Seeley Booth? Or was it Temping Temperance Brennan?

TBC...