Prompt: Snowmaggedon. Booth/Brennan/Cam. Stuck in the Jeffersonian. How do we keep warm?

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"Come on, Bones, hurry up. It's really coming down out there."

I had sent most of the team home when the snow started, but I wanted to make sure everyone else left before I went home – the quintessential captain going down with the ship.

Brennan glanced up at Booth before returning her focus to the microscope. "This is a painstaking process, Booth. Why don't you just head home and I'll call you with the results?"

"Dr. Brennan, this can wait until after another day. Booth is right, there is a lot of snow out there."

Brennan continued her work. "Let me just finish this one …"

There was a loud crash. The lights flickered, then went out. As they did, we heard a large "clunk" as the lab doors went into lockdown mode.

"Damn."

I picked up my cell phone and started dialing. As I waited for the facilities group to answer, I tried to calm Booth's agitation by explaining, "The doors must have locked by accident when the power went out. I'm calling facilities – they'll get the emergency generators going and get us out of here."

The facilities group finally picked up, and I explained our predicament. I hung up and the three of us retired to Dr. Brennan's office. We sat around in the dark, waiting for the lights to go on. Eventually, my phone rang. It was the facilities group, explaining that there was too much snow around the generators to allow for proper ventilation. We'd have to tough it out.

"What?"

"Calm down, Booth. As soon as the snow stops, they'll get the snow cleared and we can get out of here."

Booth stood and started pacing. Dr. Brennan stood and put her hand on his arm. "It's OK, Booth. We'll be fine. If the snow is that bad, we're probably safer here than on the road."

I'm pretty sure Booth had nowhere else he had to be, but now that he couldn't leave, he desperately wanted to be anywhere else.

I had bigger concerns, though. With the power off, there was no heat in the lab. The windows and skylights are nice in the summer, but during a snowstorm they let a lot of heat escape.

I didn't want to get Booth any more agitated, but I couldn't figure this one out on my own.

"It's getting cold. I have a blanket in my office. Dr. Brennan, do you have any blankets or other insulating materials?"

Brennan walked over to a cabinet and peered inside. "Yes! I still have the sleeping bags Angela and I used when we were locked in the lab over Christmas."

I hadn't heard that story, but let it slide. "Great!" I got the blanket from my office and brought it back.

Booth was finally starting to accept that we'd be stuck overnight, and he offered to take the blanket and let the two of us use the sleeping bags.

It was Brennan who objected. "Booth, that blanket won't keep you warm enough."

"Well, it won't keep you warm enough either, Bones. I'll be fine."

Dr. Brennan was shaking her head. "No, Booth, we'll zip the two sleeping bags together. We'll all fit. That way we can all keep warm."

Booth was turning red. "You want me to get into that sleeping bag with both of you? No way."

"She's right, Booth. It's the best way to keep us all warm."

Brennan zipped the two sleeping bags together with the blanket inside, then kicked off her shoes.

I copied her, removing my shoes, while Booth stood there, still obviously searching for a better alternative.

Finally, he agreed, "OK. I guess you're right, this is the best solution."

He leaned down to remove his shoes as Brennan reached under her shirt to remove her bra. She set it down on her desk just as Booth looked up. "Bones! What is that?"

"It's a bra, Booth. Surely you've seen one before."

"But … why aren't you wearing it, Bones?"

Brennan shrugged. "It's not very comfortable for sleeping. I'm planning to remove my jeans too. Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"Yes! Bones, we can't share a sleeping bag if you're not dressed."

"I'm hardly naked, Booth. I'll still wear my shirt and my panties. I'll still be wearing more than I was last weekend when you and Parker came over to go swimming." As she spoke, she unzipped her jeans and pulled them off.

Booth was turning an unnatural shade of purple, but I had to agree with Dr. Brennan. Jeans are not the most comfortable choice of sleeping attire. I'd be far more comfortable in my dress – although I did plan to remove my bra as well. I clasped his shoulder. "Relax, big guy, it'll be fine."

Brennan climbed in to the sleeping bag and I joined her shortly afterwards, then looked up at Booth. "Booth? You planning to freeze out there?"

Booth gritted his teeth and removed his gun belt and pants, then climbed in. It was a tight fit, and it took us a few minutes of moving around to get situated, with Booth becoming more annoyed every second.

Finally, we all were comfortable.

That's when the lights came back on.