Grafenburg

"Dammit, take the shot!" Seeley Booth shouted at the TV. This was not one of the Flyers' finest games - blown shots, bad passes, and a goalie who must have been Mr. Magoo under the mask. And seeing it on his big-screen TV just made the suckage even more painful. "Come on, you bums!"

Just then the game was interrupted by a yelp from the bedroom, followed by a very disturbing thud. And a strange hum that Booth couldn't recognize. He leaped up and raced to see what was going on.

There, in the bedroom, he found Temperance Brennan lying on the floor, flat on her back, next to the bed. She had a dazed look on her face, her legs were askew, and she was totally nude. And on the floor between her legs, buzzing frantically, was her favorite vibrator. It was lying on its side and spinning like the second hand on a clock. A thoroughly overwound one.

Booth scooped up the vibrator, switched it off, and tossed it on the bed. Then he knelt next to Temperance. "Bones, are you OK?"

She blinked a few times, but couldn't shake the vaguely glassy look in her eyes. "You were wrapped up in your game, and I was bored, so I came in here to masturbate before working on my novel. But something went wrong with my vibrator."

Booth scooped her up and gently placed her on the bed. "Um... yeah. About that..."

Her eyes cleared a bit, and narrowed in suspicion. "Do you know what might have happened to my vibrator, Booth?"

"Ah... remember that argument we had last week?"

"You'll have to be more specific. I recall six different ones."

"The one where you said I wouldn't know a Grafenburg Spot from a Van De Graff Generator?"

"Last Thursday, afternoon, at the sex shop. Yes, I remember that argument."

"Well, I took a few electrical engineering classes in high school, and I kinda took that personally. So I figured I'd show you I did know a bit about both, so I kinda rewired your toy there."

"Rewired it?"

"Well, souped it up a bit. Gave it a bit more power."

"Quite a bit more."

"Yeah, I guess I kinda went a bit Tim Allen there. Sorry."

"I don't know what that means."

"Never mind. Anyway, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Do you want me to fix it, or just get you a new one?"

Bones carefully considered the matter. "Here's what we're going to do. First, you're going to go turn off the TV." Booth jumped up and ran back to the living room; it was really no great sacrifice. Then he returned to the bedroom. "OK, that's done."

"Next, you're going to take off your clothes, too." A wicked smile crept across her face. "And then we're going to find out just what this little toy can do..."