A/N: Booth's costume from Mummy in the Maze is one of my personal favorites from Booth's wardrobe...

It was a cool, crisp Saturday morning in the middle of October. Booth was standing at the kitchen counter, absentmindedly stirring his cereal as he turned to the next page of the sports section from the morning newspaper. With the World Series, pro and college football, and the beginning of the hockey season, Booth was in sport lover's heaven. He was too preoccupied reading articles and looking up scores to notice that his wife was lurking quietly behind him.

Brennan had come into the kitchen to check items in the pantry while making her grocery list when she was pleasantly distracted by her husband's apparel. Normally on a Saturday morning he wore battered jeans and some sort of old tee shirt. Today, however, was different. Instead of a tee shirt and jeans, this morning he was wearing a long sleeved medium blue plaid buttoned down shirt with casual khaki slacks. The closely fitting tapered shirt was made from a soft brushed cotton, and the well tailored slacks sat perfectly on Booth's narrow hips, especially from Brennan's vantage point, standing behind her husband. Unable to resist, she walked up behind Booth and wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a hug. "Good morning."

"Oh, hey, Bones." He turned and smiled as he put his arm around her. "Getting ready to go to the grocery store?"

"My usual Saturday morning errands. Library, Farmer's Market, Whole Foods, Priceco, gas." She ran her hand down the front of Booth's shirt. "I really like this shirt, Booth, but you don't wear it very often…"

Booth laughed as he caressed his wife. "Yeah, well, I have to go to a meeting at the hospital this morning about this year's NF carnival. I was trying to figure out what to wear, and I decided a tee shirt and jeans wasn't going to cut it since there's gonna be some big shots in attendance today. You can take Hank with you on your errands this morning, right? I'm gonna drop Christine off at Angela's house on the way to the hospital. She's taking the kids to a art festival at the Farnsworth…" He smiled as he saw the faraway look in his wife's eyes and knew she wasn't listening to him. "Okay, what's going on? You're daydreaming…"

"Hmm?" She nodded as she smiled at him. "Booth, do you remember when we were working the case with the mummified human remains that we found in the maze?"

"Yeah...why? That was years ago. We were in costume because we were going to the Halloween party at the Jeffersonian, but we didn't make it. We went to rescue the girl that EMT kidnapped instead." Booth shuddered slightly. "Damn clown…"

"Do you remember what costumes we wore? I went as Wonder Woman…"

"Believe me, I remember that costume, Bones! When you stepped out of that room, and I saw what you looked like…" A dreamy smile spread across Booth's face. "You looked great! Just gorgeous! It was like I didn't have enough eyes to see everything, you know? I couldn't figure out where to look first! You had those little blue shorts that were covered with white stars, and they were paired with those knee high red boots, and your legs looked a mile long. And then…" He grinned as he cupped his hands in front of his chest. "I mean, I don't know how you kept that strapless top up, but you did...just barely, right? It must've been magic or something." He grinned sheepishly. "I'm pretty sure I spent the whole evening staring at your breasts. I guess I was hoping for some kind of wardrobe malfunction." He caressed her cheek and chuckled. "I bet you didn't know that I used to lie awake at night trying to figure out how you hid that gigantic pistol in that skimpy little outfit. I fantasized about finding that gun somewhere in your costume." Flashing a dimpled smile, he pulled her into a close hug. "It's too bad we had to work that night. I was really looking forward to thoroughly frisking you after the party..."

Brennan laughed as she lightly rubbed circles over her husband's broad chest. "The hiding place of that pistol will have to remain my secret, for now. Perhaps someday we can play find the gun. However, that's not what I remember the most." She smiled demurely as she played with the buttons on Booth's shirt. "I remember that blue plaid shirt you were wearing. It fit your body so well...that plaid showed off the breadth of your shoulders, and then the shirt was tapered down to your waist." She ran her hand down Booth's side. "You had it buttoned up to the top button for a while, but when you undid the top button I could see the white tee shirt you were wearing underneath. Perhaps I was ovulating, because it just seemed quite sexy to me for some reason." She coyly batted her eyelashes. "You were wearing that blue lab coat with the pocket protector, because you thought it made you look like a squint, remember? And you were wearing those glasses with the black frames that had the piece of tape on the bridge…and your hair was combed differently." Brennan smiled as she stroked Booth's cheek. "I thought you looked so attractive in that shirt, but the pants didn't fit that well…" She grabbed Booth's gluteus muscles and gave them a gentle squeeze, laughing at the surprised expression on his face. "Those pants were too loose, and too short, but I remember that I liked the way your shirt tail looked from the back…"

Booth grinned at Brennan as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "So you were really checking me out that night, weren't you, Bones? I wish I still had that shirt, since you liked it so much, but I had to get rid of it...it had that big blood stain and bullet hole in it, you know…."

"That is unfortunate. Well, I think this plaid shirt is a suitable substitute. But you know what else I remember? You were wearing that lab coat, and then that evening you said so many intelligent things, and I said you should wear a lab coat all the time…"

"I see. So while I was fantasizing about Wonder Woman, you were fantasizing about squints. Does that make us the Odd Couple?" Booth grinned at his wife and shook his head. "I don't think I made a very good squint."

"Oh, you're definitely smart enough to be a 'squint', Booth, even though I'm not fond of that term." Brennan made air quotes with her hands as she grimaced slightly. "However, I think it's more accurate to say that I was fantasizing about Clark Kent…"

"Clark Kent was a newspaperman, not a lab rat, Bones. Come on...get your superhero backstories straight…" He laughed as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"The point is…" Brennan let her eyes roam over her husband's broad chest and impressive shoulders. "...in addition to making you appear to be a superhero, this plaid shirt makes you very, very attractive to me. In fact, I would say it's very stimulating…." She licked her lips as she winked at her husband. "Sexually stimulating…"

"Hmm...I may have to wear this shirt more often." He sighed as he glanced at his watch. "But I'm not sure we have time to act out our fantasies this morning, Bones…"

"I understand." Brennan ran her hands down the muscular arms contained in the long sleeves of the shirt and gave a little shrug of her shoulders. "However, I'll be thinking about you wearing this blue plaid shirt all day, and it'll make me look forward to our time together this evening even more than I normally do. I'm sure you know how that sort of anticipation can heighten the enjoyment of sexual intercourse, Booth."

Booth groaned softly. "C'mon...that's not fair, Bones, teasing me like that. How am I gonna be able to concentrate at my meeting if I have anticipation of this evening's sex to think about all day? I'm not gonna be able to make a lot of sense when we talk about rides and stuff for the carnival." He twitched his eyebrows suggestively at her. "I'm gonna be thinking about riding Wonder Woman instead..."

"I'm sorry, Booth. I guess you'll just have to be brave. At least you'll have something to occupy your thoughts if the meeting is boring...and something to look forward to this evening." She kissed him deeply and then pulled away. "I have to get Hank ready to go. I'll see you later this afternoon." She arched her eyebrow and gave him a naughty grin as she turned and walked toward Hank's bedroom.

"Whew." Booth gritted his teeth as he tried to calm his surging sex drive. He glanced at his watch again and then followed his wife to his son's bedroom. "Hey, Bones? I think maybe I've got a few extra minutes before I have to leave. Do you think maybe I could have a brief preview of this evening's activities? I'm not sure I want to have to anticipate things all day long...c'mon...maybe a brief wardrobe malfunction? Please?"

Brennan picked up Hank from his crib, and turned back to Booth with a sly smile. "You're going to be late. Remember? Christine is supposed to be at Angela's house by 9:30." Brennan chuckled as she saw her husband's sad puppy eyes. "However, I think I have a solution that will appease you. Christine won't need to be picked up until four, so maybe after lunch, while Hank's down for his nap, we can see if you can figure out where I hid that pistol, okay?"

Booth's eyes lit up as he nodded in agreement. "I think that'll work." He bent over to kiss Hank goodbye and whispered in Brennan's ear. "I'm really gonna enjoy frisking you this afternoon, Bones!"