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Booth had called to let her know that he might not be able to go to lunch with her, so Brennan decided to see if Angela wanted to go with her instead. Walking into Angela's office Brennan saw Angela with her back turned towards her, holding up a picture of a man. As she moved closer, she realized that Angela was holding next years calendar with Booth's picture attached to the months.
Moving quickly over to where Angela was standing, Brennan reached out and snatched the calendar from Angela's hand. "What's this, Angela?"
Caught by her friend, Angela's cheeks became quite red. "Uh. . . Well, honey . . . it's a calendar."
Looking at the picture of Booth, Brennan felt angry that her friend would have such an item in her possession. "Where did you get the photo, Angela? Did you make this calendar?"
"Jack is friends with Agent James Hanks and James emailed a copy of the picture to him." Angela thought the picture was hot and didn't see why Brennan was so angry. "Jack showed it to me and I decided to make a calendar. I mean Honey, that is a very hot calendar. You wouldn't believe how many copies I've made already."
Holding up the calendar, Brennan shook at her friend. "Are you telling me that there is more than one copy of this calendar? You've made several copies for other people?"
Still not sure what was wrong with the calendar, Angela shrugged her shoulders. "Well, yeah . . . It's just a calendar, Bren. It's not that big of a deal."
"Angela, you know perfectly well that Booth would be furious if he knew that you'd made a calendar with this picture and have given copies away to others." Glancing at the open doorway, Brennan realized what she had to do. "You have to get the calendars back. If Booth finds out that these exist he will . . . I'm not sure what he'll do, but I must assume that it won't be pleasant for you and anyone else who has one of these."
Angela thought her friend was over reacting. "Honey, it's not like you can really see anything . . . I mean sure we can see his underwear and his stomach, but really it's not like he was naked . . . although if you had one of those I could guarantee that I could probably sell thousands of copies of those. . . "
Losing her temper, Brennan interrupted her friend. "Angela . . . Angela, get those calendars back before Booth finds out about them. He's already threatened to rip Agent Hanks heart of his chest for just taking the picture. He might really do it if he finds out there is a calendar and I don't want Booth to go to jail for murder."
Surprised at the last sentence he heard, Hodgin entered the room and stopped in the doorway. "You don't want Booth to go to jail for what?"
Turning towards Hodgins, Brennan held up the calendar. Hodgins, seeing the calendar for the first time, turned a very pale shade of white and spluttered, ""Oh my God, Angela . . . what the Hell did you do? Oh my God . . . Oh My God."
Disgusted with her husbands reaction, Angela shook her head. "Jack get a grip. It's just a joke . . . You and Bren act like I murdered someone for God's sake."
Trembling with fear, Jack moved over to where the two women were standing. "You will have . . . I mean accessory to murder . . . yours by the way. God, Angela, you know how Booth is . . . I can't believe you did that."
Shaking the calendar in Angela's face, Brennan informed Jack, "She printed more than one copy . . . Apparently she gave some to her friends."
If it was possible, he turned paler. "Angela . . . Dear . . . Honey, you have to get those back before Booth finds out about them."
Entering the room, Booth demanded to know what was going on. "Before I find out about what?"
Squeaking, Hodgins turned and stared in fear at the agent. "Booth."
Booth's gaze now on the calendar in Brennan's hand, walked over to where she was standing and took the calendar from her. Staring at the calendar, he turned to look at Angela and exhaled deeply. Furious, he rolled the calendar in his hand into a tube, biting the inside of his cheek. After what seemed like an eternity to everyone in the room, Booth turned around and left the room. Moving down the hallway, he tapped the tube against his leg as he moved towards the entrace. Hodgins, Angela and Brennan watched Booth leave the main exit and worried that his face a blank mask.
His throat very dry, Hodgins swallowed. "Oh my God . . . he's going to get more guns and he's going to come back and kill us all."
Rolling her eyes, Brennan walked back to her office, collected her purse and left the Jeffersonian. Calling Booth, Brennan was shunted to voice mail.
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Brennan had driven over to the Hoover and found out that Booth wasn't there. Nervous, she decided to drive home to see if he was there. Arriving at the Booth/Brennan house, she found Booth's truck parked in the driveway.
Not sure what to expect, Brennan entered her house hoping Booth wasn't in a rage. Surprised, she found him sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of Rocky Road ice cream.
Puzzled with his behavior, Brennan walked over to where Booth was sitting and sat down across from him, "Are you angry?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Booth scooped up a spoonful of ice cream and popped it into this mouth. Letting the ice cream melt in his mouth, he pointed at the calendar lying next to his bowl. "I guess that's the end of Captain America. I can't ever wear the boxers again."
Her gaze on the calendar, Brennan shook her head. "I'm not sure what you mean."
The ice cream almost gone, Booth stared at what was left in the bowl. "It means that I can't wear the underwear if I know people have pictures of me with them on. It'd be too creepy, so no more Captain America . . . I'm just back to being plain old Seeley Booth . . . Knowing Angela, I'm assuming that there is more than one copy. Am I right?"
She wanted to be honest with him. "Yes . . . I don't know how many though."
Nodding his head, Booth moved his spoon in a circular motion in the bowl. "I can't track them all down, so if I can't find them all then I'm not going to waste my time looking for any of them. I'll just throw away the underwear, Bones." Turning his gaze upon her, Booth continued, "I guess you'll just have to share me next year with your fellow employees. Up until now, it's just been you babe . . . Seeing my underwear I mean. Now I guess a lot of people at the Jeffersonian are going to see my underwear and there isn't a thing that you or I can do about it."
Speechless, Brennan stared furiously at the offending calendar.
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Three days passed and the pile of calendars steadily grew on Brennan's desk. After the count had reached forty two, Brennan was certain that she had them all. Angela said she'd printed forty-three and Brennan believed her.
Cam entered Brennan's office, saw the stack of calendars and grinned. "Okay, I have to ask . . . how in the world did you get them to return the calendars?"
Grimly, Brennan told the truth. "I sent out an email to everyone that worked in the Jeffersonian that I wanted those calendars returned to me as quickly possible. If I don't get them all back and I find out that someone has kept one, I will personally come and get it."
Nodding her head, Cam handed over a calendar. "I know about the email . . . I mean how did you get them to comply? Ms. Turner gave me that calendar and told me she'd made a copy of Ms. Glass's calendar."
With a sweet smile on her face, Brennan took the calendar from her suprervisor. "I let it be known that if I have to personally retrieve a calendar from someone then that person may find out what forensic anthropology involves and how good I am at my job."
A slight chill running down her back, Cam moved back to the open doorway. "I understand now . . . Okay."
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The pile of calendars sitting on the counter in the kitchen, Booth smirked. "I knew she'd never let anyone keep a picture of me in my Captain America underwear if that meant she couldn't see me in them any more . . . I'm lucky she didn't hurt someone."
Laughing, Booth picked up the calendars and took them out to the burn barrel in the back yard. Placing the calendars in the barrel, hetook out his lighter, lit one of the calendars and then watched the others soon start to burn.
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