AN: This chapter is based off that great Who's line game...If you know what I mean. You'll see what I mean. Haha.

Waitresses weren't supposed to be that sexy if they didn't work at places like Hooters. Booth, Hodgins and Zack watched her, imagining that she was in some little leather get up while washing a car and getting completely soaked. Hodgins sighed in appreciation before taking a swig of beer. "That girl could light my Bunsen burner, if you know what I mean."

Booth nodded his agreement, his eyes never leaving the woman's rear as she bent over a table to collect her tip money.

"No, I don't know what you mean," Zack said, looking from one man to the other. "What do you mean?"

Booth looked at the young doctor and grinned. He made eye contact with Hodgins before the bug man laughed.

"He means, he'd like to fill her graduated cylinder."

"Yeah, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Booth joined in the laughter, bringing one hand up to try and cover the sound. "Oh, come on, man," he said. "Wouldn't you like her to examine your bones?"

Hodgins' laughter turned to a snicker as he pinched his lips shut as Zack answered, "I'm an anthropologist, why would a waitress be looking at my bones?"

"Z-Man, come on. You'd have to love an anatomy lesson from her. It could blow your mind."

"I highly doubt that she knows more about human anatomy than I do."

Booth dropped his head into his hands and let out a loud groan. "What's wrong with him?" Angela asked dropping into the seat next to Hodgins.

"Booth," Zack started. "And Hodgins were trying to explain how that waitress could give me anatomy lessons."

"What he means," Booth jumped in but it was too late. Angela and Cam were staring at him with amused smirks.

"Why would you think that?" Brennan asked, looking around the table.

"No reason," Booth mumbled, before taking a large gulp of his drink. Zack looked at the FBI agent confused.

"Didn't you tell me something about filling her graduated cylinder?" Booth spit out his drink as Cam and Angela began to laugh.

"Fill it with what?" Brennan asked, as confused as the young doctor.

"You know, Bren," Angela started. "The boys here want to check her temperature. Dip into her petri dish."

"They want," Cam threw in, "her to give an oral explanation so she can move to the head of the class."

"What are you talking about? It makes no sense."

"Bones, he'd want to make a donation of DNA, if you know what I'm saying." Cam, Angela and Hodgins snickered.

"No, no, I don't. What does a DNA sample have to do with the waitress?"

"He wants to examine her structure," Hodgins said.

"Of course he would, it's what he does for a living."

"Bren, sweetie," Angela began. "How can I say this?" The artist fell silence as Brennan stared at her.

"Put what?"

Booth shook his head and then leaned over toward her. He whispered something to her, and as the table watched, Brennan's eyes grew wide and she swatted at the agent's arm. "Booth," she said. "Zack does not want to have sex with her. Do you?"

The young doctor looked shell shocked. And then his eyes widened in understanding.

"So what you're saying, is that I'd want to sterilize my equipment." Brennan looked at him as if he were crazy.

"There you go Zack," Angela laughed.