The car crawled alongside her until she could stand it no more.

"Look!" she yelled in frustration. "I am not a prostitute!"

It had been about a mile, fifteen minutes and four kerb crawlers since she fled Booths doorway. Her feet stung from the unfamiliar stiletto heels, while her eyes stung from the mascara diluted by tears.

"Hey baby, I don't mind being your first customer. Maybe we can work out a discount?"

"Jackass! Do I need to call the cops?"

"Last chance baby"

Temperance picked up her pace, ignoring the car as it finally drove away. She could feel her feet blistering and crouched down to remove them. She would have to walk barefoot. Better than not being able to wear shoes for the next three days. The affected skin was illuminated by the headlamps of another car pulling up beside her.

She sighed in exasperation and - without looking up - yelled at the random occupants. "For fuck's sake, leave me alone." Wondering to herself why a world renowned forensic anthropologist and best selling author would end up in this state she allowed the next words to slip out without thinking. "You probably couldn't afford me anyhow!"

"So you're admitting your a high class call girl?" a female voice questioned.

Brennan jerked her head up. Two cops had exited the vehicle and were walking towards her. This was not good.

"No not at all. I was just visiting a... friend. Actually, I am a Forensic Anthropologist who works closely with the FBI. Dr Temperance Brennan. You may of heard of me?"

"I can do better than that honey," the female officer smirked. "I worked a homicide last week, so if you are who you say you are then you'll know my name."

"What? But. There are a lot of cops I come into contact with. It simply isn't logical to learn names of people you meet in the short term." The woman did look a little familiar...

The cop rolled her eyes. "So do you have any ID on you right now?"

"In my bag..."

The officer took the small black bag Brennan had over her shoulder and delved inside. She pulled out a bunch of nondescript keys, a few loose notes and coins stuffed in a side compartment, a lipstick in 'ravish' and a handful of condoms.

"I admit I was expecting to have sex tonight." Brennan added helpfully.

The cop raised her eyebrows at her as Brennan quickly counted exactly how many she had grabbed before leaving her apartment. She cringed at her optimism before adding "- repeatedly."

"There is nothing in here to confirm who you are."

Temperance sighed as she realized her usual bag was at home. She had considered it too bulky for what she hoped would result in a late night booty call.

"Unless there is some other way for you to prove you're identity I will have to arrest you. Maybe there is an FBI agent who could verify the situation?"

She had to accept the inevitable. "Special Agent Seeley Booth"

The other cop went over to the car. "Dispatch, can you patch me through to FBI Agent Booth's cellphone? We need to verify the identity of his forensics lady. Make sure she's not sidelining as a hooker."

She heard the muffled response through the radio. It sounded very much like laughter, then "please be advised that Dr Brennan has a history of wearing unusual outfits on duty. You may recall the wonder woman outfit from last Halloween. Patching you through now"

"They... they are correct." Brennan added excitedly. "I was indeed dressed as Wonder Woman when Agent Booth and I apprehended a serial killer last year."

"Still don't prove who you are, honey"

"Booth."

"Agent Booth, this is Detective Greerson. We need you to verify that the lady we are about to arrest for prostitution is in fact Dr Brennan. Could you come down in person to clarify the situation?"

The line was quiet as Temperance waited with bated breath. "Actually I can't right now. I could send someone else, or alternatively is there anything you could ask me over the phone that would do the trick?"

"When did you last see Dr Brennan"

"About twenty minutes ago"

"So you yourself would know what she was wearing?"

"Yes" They heard an audible sigh as Booth realized what was coming next.

"Could you perhaps tell us what Dr Brennan is wearing under her coat?"

Booth thought carefully. He could say he had no knowledge of what she wore. Who was he kidding. The image of her stood at his doorstep was ingrained on his mind. Not that it was a bad thing. "She is wearing lingerie. Electric Blue." He confirmed. This was it. All the rumors that circulated about the two of them finally had substance. It would be all over every unit in DC by morning that he'd seen her in her underwear.

Brennan peeled back her coat to expose the blue bra strap.

"Thank-you Agent Booth. Have a good evening." She turned to Temperance. "OK Dr Brennan, you are free to go. My apologies for holding you up."

"Thank-you" Temperance grumbled. Not only had she embarrassed herself in front of Booth, but now she was the laughing stock of DC law enforcement. And Booth had been too busy with his 'guest' to come and help her. Could this evening really get any worse?

A/N - I know it's short but with so many story alerts I just had to give you something to keep you going. Although you know what is even better than lots and lots of story alerts? More reviews. I promise it will only take you a few seconds and they make me write quicker!