I had a lot of requests for a second chapter for this story.
Still just fluff.
I don't own Bones.
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Sitting in his office, Booth noticed several agents in the bullpen congregated around Agent Riley's desk. Trying to ignore it, he continued to look over Cam's autopsy report on their latest victim.
Hearing loud laughter and then seeing furtive looks being thrown his way, Booth decided to see what had his agent's interest. Standing, he entered the bullpen area and advanced upon the group of preoccupied agents.
Agents White and Rentz, seeing Booth moving towards them moved back to their desks and immediately logged onto their PC. The other agents unaware of impending doom continued to oggle and make comments about the calendar laying on their friend's desk.
Standing behind his younger agents, Booth barked out, "What the hell is going on?"
Aware that they were in trouble, the agents standing around Riley, scattered back to their desks leaving their friend to the mercy of their mercurial boss.
Riley, flipping the calendar over and placing his arm across it, turned a smiling face to his supervisor, "Oh, hey, can I help you, Sir?"
Reaching down, Booth pulled the calendar out from under his agent's arm and started flipping through the months. His face impassive, Booth finally reached July and stopped. Staring at the picture, Booth poked his tongue into his cheek, closed the calendar and placed it under his arm.
Placing his hand on the younger man's shoulder, Booth gripped the mans flesh very tightly with his fingers and leaned over. Keeping his voice low, he advised, "If you ever bring this calendar back in to this office again I'll let you personally test the next batch of Kevlar vests that come in. Do you get the picture? Do I need to explain it to you?"
Cold fear settling into his chest, Riley nodded his head, "Clear as rain water, Agent Booth. Got it."
Glaring around the room, Booth spoke up, "Listen up, if I ever find a calendar like this on this floor again, I will transfer the owner to Cow Island, Louisiana. I've been there. Believe me, you don't want to be there. You'll be the permanent liaison between the damn alligators and the damn mosquitoes. I hope everyone is really clear about that."
Heads vigorously nodding, Booth sniffed, "Good. Don't screw with me. You won't like what happens next."
Marching back into his office, Booth placed the calendar on the credenza behind his desk and returned to his report.
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Entering the Jeffersonian, Booth walked down the hall to Hodgins' office. Not finding the entomologist there, Booth walked over to the bug man's desk to leave a report he needed the specialist to look over. Turning, he found a familiar calendar taped up on the wall near the door. Walking over to the calendar, Booth flipped through the calendar, found July and tore out the page. Placing the piece of paper into his jacket pocket he left the room.
Looking around, Booth walked over to Angela's office and searched the room. Finding the calendar displayed prominently on the wall near the Angelatron, Booth again tore out the month of July.
Leaving the room, the agent then found Cam's office, searched for the calendar and again, ripped out the July picture. His pocket now stuffed with calendar pages, Booth smirked and walked over to his wife's office. Not seeing her, he left her office and returned to the Hoover.
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Scratching his chin, Hodgins carried his calendar into his wife's office, "This calendar is defective, Babe."
Leaving her desk, Angela stood up and walked over to where her husband was standing. Taking the calendar from his hands, she flipped through it and found July missing. "That's odd, Brennan's picture is missing."
Curious, Hodgins asked, "Where is your calendar?"
Retrieving it from the back room, Angela hurried back to her husband's side, "July is missing from my calendar too. I know for a fact it was there when I got it. Now it's gone."
Feeling a chill run down his back, Hodgins swallowed, "Shit, Booth must have done this."
Studying the calendar, Angela smirked, "See this torn piece of paper, this shows that someone tore it out. The only one I can think of who might want to do this is Booth. What do you want to do about it?"
Snorting, Hodgins held up his hand and waved it, "Not a damn thing."
Irritated, Angela goaded him, "Coward. You're going to let Booth dictate what you can and cannot have in your office?"
Nodding his head, Hodgins grinned, "Hell yeah."
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Entering Booth's man cave, Brennan found her husband laying on the couch, watching a game. Picking up the remote, she turned off the TV.
Sitting up, Booth stared at his wife, "Why'd you do that?"
Placing the remote down, Brennan handed Angela's copy of her calendar to him. Flipping through it, Booth returned the calendar back to Brennan. "Okay."
"Okay? That's it?" Glaring at Booth, Brennan rolled up the calendar, "This didn't belong to you. Why did you tear out July?"
Leaning back on his couch, Booth clasped his hands across his stomach, "I did that to protect your students."
Taken aback, Brennan asked, "What? How is tearing out July protecting them?"
Calmly, Booth explained, "You have a lot of interns coming and going over at the Lab. You teach a large group of students as well as a few interns. All of those young men are already almost in love with you when they're around you and if they had that hot picture around for 31 days it would just remind them that their love for a very beautiful woman is never going to be returned and you're already taken. I just thought I'd save them the heartache, that's all."
Studying her husband's face, Brennan finally smiled, "You think the picture of me is hot?"
Standing, Booth stepped closer to Brennan and pulled her into his arms, "You have no idea how hot that picture makes me. It's all I can do not to have a reaction when I see it."
Pleased, Brennan smiled, "Well, we definitely can't risk that."
Slowly shaking his head, Booth lowered his head and kissed her neck, "Not in public anyways."
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I did warn you it was just fluff. Reviews would be great. Thank you.