"Sir, I really don't know what to say. All I can do is apologize profusely for Dr Brennan's indiscretions and my own negligence for allowing such... material to find it's way inside a very important case file."

"So you were completely oblivious to the existence of these images Booth?"

"Yes sir, very very oblivious. Dr Brennan and I have always maintained a very professional distance. The pictures here, they probably weren't even intended for me."

"They are addressed to you..."

"It's not her writing though."

"Oh? Then who's writing is it Booth?"

"I believe it is Miss Montenegro's," he admitted reluctantly.

"Do you think Dr Brennan is aware these images are in your possession?"

"I honestly don't know Sir." Booth cocked his head. "My possession Sir?"

"Well it would be inappropriate for me to keep them. As I said they were addressed to you. It falls under the jurisdiction of being your own private mail. And there is nothing incriminating about the shots. Dr Brennan obviously knew she was posing for a camera, so i can't suggest that they be destroyed either. Although, if I were you I would handle this with the utmost discretion. At least until you establish Dr Brennan's motives."

"Motives?"

"I think the likeliest scenario is that she is attempting to seduce you Booth. We all know Dr Brennan makes a thorough job of every task she undertakes. Has she done anything else like this recently?

Booths eyes flickered down to the envelope resting on the desk between them. He had taken only a brief glance to establish the content. Cullen had told him that he would be able to walk away with said photographs to peruse at his own leisure. He really needed to get out of here. The sooner the better.

Cullen smirked. "If your curiosity is peaked Booth then feel free to take another look. You haven't seen the contents fully yet anyway."

Booth reopened the envelope and pulled the contents out fully, careful to keep them out of Cullen's line of sight. His superior watched with intrigue as Booth absorbed the images muttering to himself as he realized exactly when... and where the shots had been taken.

"Holy shit Bones, that's... woah... wait... in my own... no way... unfucking believable." The last comments were more annoyed than aroused.

"Something wrong Agent Booth?"

"She did this... at my place. In my own fucking bedroom."

"That could be described as one purpose of a bedroom Agent Booth."

"What? Oh, I apologize for my use of excessively foul language sir."

"Its understandable given the circumstances. So tell me, how did she get in there without one of the FBI's finest knowing?

"Saturday Sir. Must of been. I had to take Parker to the hospital. It was only when Bones turned up at my front door in her underwear..." Booth froze. Had he really just let that slip to the Deputy Director?

"I think Agent Booth..." Cullen sat back in his chair and smiled. "You might want to start at the beginning."

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Deputy Director Cullen was a very serious man. OK so he knew how to take a joke but he was also extremely good at keeping the Agents under him in check. Most of them were relatively fearful of him. So Cullen's secretary found it surprising when, after Agent Booth had left, she took him a fresh coffee in his office to find the Deputy Director doubled over and laughing hysterically, begging the lord to have mercy on him.

"Ah thanks Julie. You know sometimes I really do love my job"

"I'm very glad to hear that sir."

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Angela opened one eye at the cell phone that was vibrating on her night stand. The caller ID said Booth. Dare she answer it? This was all so unfair. She hadn't asked to be involved in this. He had called her, begging for her help. She had only tried to do what she thought would help get them together. And now she was sick on top of everything. So for today, no, she wasn't going to pick up her phone under any circumstance.

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"Angela what the hell have you done" Booth yelled at the voicemail that greeted him. "Does Bones know I have these? I have a lunch date with her in two hours and I need to know. Then... then we have a freaking therapy session cause Sweets found out what she did! And don't even get me started on what Cullen knows. I need to know what's going on in her head Angela! And you have to tell me before this gets any worse. Just, please, just call me... soon. Or I will come and find you, and that won't be pretty. I'm serious Angela. No more Mr nice guy."

Booth threw the phone down on the couch. He had made an excuse to leave the office and come home instead. The envelope was still in his hand.

Could he?

He bolted the door. He really needed to start being more security conscious.

Should he?

Booth wasn't even sure if Bones knew that Angela had given him the photographs. But... she had seen fit to allow Angela to take them. In his own bedroom. If that wasn't an attempt at seduction then he didn't dare imagine how extreme she could go.

He opened his bedroom door and paused. When he woke up Sunday he felt something was wrong. His bed had smelt of her. Why had he not realized? Because who would expect their partner to be getting all hot and horny on someone else's bed that why.

Speaking of hot and horny...

He pulled out the photo's and spread them out across the mattress. Wow! She looked amazing. His wildest fantasies come true. Booth wondered if she would repeat the process with him taking the photo's instead of Angela. As he sat fantasizing he noticed there was a strange familiarity to the shots.

She didn't! She really didn't. He flung open the cupboard of the nightstand and pulled out the top magazine. This one was his favorite. It really had nothing to do with the blue eyed brunette that bore a slight resemblance to Bones that occupied the centerfold.

She did.

They had recreated the magazine spread for him using Bones.

Was it wrong for him to feel extremly aroused right now?

A/N - I'm a little lonely right now. Please talk to me...