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Disclaimer: They're not mine, but after all the making out I let them do, I bet they wish they were.

Half an hour later, Booth and Brennan were impatiently awaiting the doctor's arrival. Brennan's head lay on his shoulder with his hand stroking her hair. "Not that I'm complaining about kissing you, but I thought you didn't really want anyone to know about us just yet." Booth whispered against her hair.

To his surprise, Brennan snorted. "Booth, even I know that Perotta isn't going to say anything." She raised her head to look at him.

Seeing his quizzical look, she explained, "Anthropologically speaking, you are an alpha male, a person in a position of power or authority. Perotta has openly been trying to gain your attention. It would elevate her status within her society if she were chosen as a mate by you. On the other hand, it would diminish her status if others knew she had been rejected by you, especially for another female. Besides no woman wants to admit to others that the person she wants doesn't want her." The tone of her voice alerted him that this was a touchy subject for her. He knew it for sure when she wouldn't meet his eyes. Tipping her chin up, he looked steadily into her eyes. "What's wrong?"

She tried to move her head and break their gaze, but he held fast, not hurting her but not letting go either. "Brennan, what is it?" His voice was stern.

She hated to admit it, but it sent a shiver down her spine when he said her name like that. With a sigh, she just told him. "I know how I would feel if you had chosen her over me."

"Oh, Baby, never gonna happen." His hand slid into her hair, pulling her head back. He bent his head and kissed her sensuously, his tongue slipping into her mouth. That is, of course, the exact instant the doctor walked in. He had to clear his throat three times before they broke apart. Two separate nurses had already given him reports on their nighttime activities. He had to admit he had never seen the nursing staff take this much interest in a patient's sex life. He wasn't sure whether to be concerned or amused (about the nurses). He was definitely concerned about Booth and Brennan because if this was how they acted while he was a patient, they would probably wind up having sex in the parking lot as soon as Booth was discharged. He was going to have to talk to them again. He so did not want to have that conversation. He could already feel his face turning red.

"Well, Agent Booth, everything looks good on your MRI. Your labs are good. Your neuro exams are normal. It looks like you can get out of here today," he said almost jovially. You know, these two are professionals. I have already given them instructions on what activities to avoid. If they choose to ignore that advice, then there is really nothing I can do about that. He smiled inwardly as he talked himself out of having to have another sex talk with these two. "I'll just go get the nurses started on your discharge papers." He almost made it out of the room. Almost, but not quite. Unfortunately for him, Brennan had decided that she did, indeed, have enough angst to share equally between him and Perotta. If he had known what was coming, he probably would have just made a run for it.

"I have some questions," Brennan piped up cheerfully. Making an about face the doctor put on his interested face and raised a questioning brow. "Yes, Dr. Brennan. What questions do you have?"

Booth's eyes narrowed on Brennan's face. She had on her sweetest, most innocent face. That did not bode well for the doctor. Booth gave her a warning look, but she just gave him a sweet smile and a look that said "Back off, Booth. I'm doing this." Well, what do you know, looks like docs on his own. Looking back, Brennan gave the doctor a sweet, sweet smile and what Angela referred to as "the eyes". The doctor suddenly found himself liking Dr. Brennan a lot more and thinking that he must have seriously misjudged her. Until she opened her mouth. "I need you to explain to me, physiologically, why Booth and I can't have sex." Booth showered himself and the bed with the huge mouthful of soda he had just taken.

Flushing, already tugging on his earlobe, the doctor just gave Brennan a blank look. "I'm sorry?"

Same sweet smile plastered on her face, eyelashes fluttering, Brennan gently took the doctors arm and led him to a chair, ushering him into it. "Is it because of the possible rupture of blood vessels in his head? Is that why you told us not to have sex?" Nodding and very, very red faced, the doctor looked relieved both that this conversation was over and that he would be leaving this room immediately. He was wrong on both counts. Booth was lying in the bed laughing so hard that he was holding his stomach. "Is that the only reason?" Brennan wanted clarification. Nod.

"Then I guess I'm confused. Because the way Booth is laughing," she threw him a disgusted look, "will cause as much intracranial pressure as all but the most strenuous sex. Right?" Nod of confirmation. "So, really, it would be okay to have mild to moderately strenuous sex?" Slower nod of confirmation. Brennan patted his arm as if she were extremely proud of him and he looked really, really scared. He also looked as if he was going to jerk off his own ear at any time. Booth really wanted to tell her to stop, but he was laughing so hard that he couldn't talk. Still smiling, Brennan pulled out her laptop. "I thought you would say that so I did a little research." She turned the laptop to face him. His face went red/white/red/white changing colors like a flashing neon sign. "I pulled up the Kama Sutra online and marked all these positions as the less strenuous ones. I thought you could go through them individually and mark all the appropriate ones." He thrust the laptop at her, jumped up and ran out of the room.

Booth howled. Brennan felt better.

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It took the nurses almost five hours to discharge Booth and they, too, were treated to the Wrath of Bones. They kept trying to explain that Booth's chart had disappeared and they couldn't do anything without orders. For the first hour, she gave them the benefit of the doubt and simply requested that they look harder for the chart. During hour two, she demanded that they call the doctor and just ask him. They tried to explain that they had called the doctor several times but every time they started to verify Booth's discharge, they got cut off. They had no idea why. Booth had an inkling. He toyed with the idea of mentioning it. But, no, no freaking way was he having that conversation with her. At least not until they were behind closed doors with their privacy assured. By the middle of hour three, Booth doubted that a nurse would have entered his room if someone held a gun to their heads. If Brennan stepped so much as one foot outside his room, every nurse on the floor disappeared. Just melted into the ether. Booth thought that they would have made good snipers with this ability to hide and not be found. At the beginning of hour four, the hospital administrator appeared in his room. He was treated to a ten minute tirade on incompetence, the failings of the health care system in general and this hospital in particular. Desperately, he offered to personally go to the doctor's office and get Booth's discharge orders. Brennan regally nodded her acceptance of his offer and he practically ran from the room.

Twenty minutes later, he returned to the hospital with Booth's missing chart tucked underneath his arm. The doctor said that he had simply accidently left the hospital with the chart. Mr. Johnson seriously doubted that and he did find it curious that the doctor's face got a little redder every time Dr. Brennan's name was mentioned but the doctor refused to discuss it. Thinking about going into that room again and offering an explanation made him break out in a cold sweat. So, he did what any good administrator would do. He called the nursing supervisor and tried to make her do it. That went almost as badly as his conversation with Dr. Brennan. She laughed in his face, told him that Dr. Brennan had made every nurse on the floor cry at least once today and to be a man and get Booth and Brennan out of the hospital before the nurses went on strike. And no, it is not an abuse of power when you hand tasks off to others, it is called delegating. Reluctantly, he returned to Booth's room and explained the mix-up and that Booth was free to go. He had also already had Booth's prescriptions filled at the hospital pharmacy in a conciliatory gesture. For whatever reason, she allowed him to live and he was grateful. He left the room praying for the couple's good health. Actually, his prayer was Please, God, don't let either one of them get sick or hurt and have to come back to my hospital ever again, Amen.