They stared at each other in silence. Then slowly, Booth leaned forward and pulled his handcuffs of his belt and held them out in front of him, dangling carelessly from one long finger.
He watched her as he did it, noticed how her eyes dropped, how she licked her lips unconsciously.
He smiled and swung them a little bit, appearing to be playing with them out of boredom.
"So what do we do now?"
She swallowed and blushed. "I guess I better look over my notes and re-evaluate my characters sex lives."
He nodded slowly, then stood up, putting his handcuffs in his pocket, reaching for his tie. "Great. Well, I guess I'll see you later then Bones, I have a meeting at lunch, but are we still on for paperwork tonight?"
"Yes, of course." Brennan nodded. "But, can we meet at your place?"
He paused in the act of shrugging into his jacket. "Sure, but why?"
Brennan looked stumped. "Er, my neighbours are painting and it stinks." She offered lamely.
He nodded.
She wanted to search for his porn collection.
Time for evasive action.
He'd have just enough time before his meeting to do a quick sweep of his house.
He walked in his apartment door and checked his watch.
Cutting it pretty close.
He strode over to the couch and pulled the cushions off, revealing a wooden box sunk into the couch.
It had been a sofa bed when he'd bought it.
What would she think if she knew she'd been sitting on it the whole time?
She'd even slept on it.
An image of her sprawled on the couch in his t-shirt and sweats, dead to the world, on top of dirty movies and gentlemen's magazines flashed through his mind.
Ah, the innocence.
Well, now she'd be searching for it.
It wouldn't take her long to find it either.
He didn't really care, but there were things that weren't any of her business.
And if he was serious about her, he should get rid of them anyways.
He grabbed the metal wastebasket and opened the wooden box. He'd made it specially to fit into the space left when he'd removed the bed. From under the couch, and above, it looked absolutely normal.
A pile of old VHS recordable tapes and the newer, smaller ones lay stacked near the top.
Unhesitatingly he pulled the dark plastic tape from within them and piled it in the garbage. Margot, Jennifer, a dozen other girls..
All into the basket.
He pulled a matchbook from his pocket and struck a match, dropping it in.
He was silent as they smouldered and melted, little bursts of flame flaring up.
He never watched them anyhow, the happenings were clear in his mind.
When the last bit melted beyond recognition he put the wastebasket away and closed up the box, replaced the cushions.
Anything else in the house she could find, he didn't care.
But if she wanted to see him naked and in action, she was gonna have to do it the old fashioned way...