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Chapter 14 – The Man in the Mansion

Booth and Brennan arrived at the crime scene and exited Booth's SUV when Brennan asked, "Do you have therapy today?"

Booth shot her a glare and told her sternly, "It's not therapy."

Brennan shrugged her shoulders and tried to conceal her smile. She knew that he hated it when she said things like that about his sessions with Gordon Gordon. It was quite amusing. "Well, you're seeing a psychiatrist."

Booth sighed in aggravation, "Not for therapy. It's an official evaluation. Okay?"

An officer walked up to the bickering partners. They always were like that, like an old married couple. "Person who found the body is in the living room."

Booth was happy for the distraction from the officer. "Great, crime scene first, then we talk to the witnesses."

The officer nodded his head toward the house, "Corpse is gonna be in the den."

Booth said, "Thanks."

Brennan then noticed for the first time that morning his tie. She didn't even know he had a plain black tie. It was so weird seeing him in it. "What is that?"

Booth looked down at where she motioned, "What's what?"

Brennan shook her head in disbelief, "Your tie. It's staid."

Booth furrowed his brow and looked at his tie again, "Staid?"

Brennan nodded as she explained, "Yeah. Boring. It looks like J. Edgar Hoover picked it out."

Booth dragged his hand down his face in frustration, "Look, it's something I'm working on, okay?"

Brennan teased, "In therapy?"

Booth didn't that bait and told her, "Gordon Gordon says that the … you know, the wild socks and the fancy ties are all just, ya know, quiet rebellions, helping me suppress other impulses."

Brennan definitely didn't understand that soft science and she definitely would never put stock into it. No matter what. "Isn't that good?"

Booth nodded his head in agreement, "You'd think so, right? But, you know, apparently all the other issues just have to rise to the top."

Brennan had been wondering something since he started seeing his therapist. I mean he knew about everything. And she meant everything. From their secret marriage to why they had to keep it a secret. "Why do you call your psychiatrist 'Gordon Gordon'?"

Booth shrugged his shoulders, "'Cause that's who he introduces himself. You know: 'Hi, I'm Gordon. Gordon Wyatt'."

Brennan smiled at him as she tried to remember that pop-culture reference. "Like 'James, James Bond'."

Booth smiled softly at her attempt. "'Bond, James Bond', not 'James, James … James…' whatever." He didn't have time to correct her as they entered the crime scene at the Bancroft Mansion.

Cam shouted, "We're over here. And you might want to tuck your pants into your socks. The flies get into everywhere." Booth gave another exasperated sigh, and pulled up his pant leg, revealing solid black socks. Cam couldn't help but joke, "What, no cartoon characters on the socks?"

Booth glared at her as he finished, "Never had cartoon characters on the socks. They were just … um … never mind, okay? What have we got here?" He already knew that he would hate this case. That statue was probably more than his whole house and everything he owned. Man he hated rich people.

~BONES~

Sully and Brennan were talking in her office. He had just invited her to watch him play basketball with his team. She knew Booth was…okay-ish with her fake relationship with Sully. She found that her little experiment hadn't been going as she planned. She knew, rationally, she should be attracted to Sully. He was everything that someone looked for in a mate. Yet, she just didn't feel anything there. Maybe she needed to work harder…but even she knew that if her body hadn't reacted to him yet than it probably never would. She just didn't want to admit it, yet. She needed more evidence. "Would I get to play?"

Sully laughed softly, "Uh, no. You will be cheering, then watching."

Brennan remembered when she and Booth had played a little one on one on one of their dates in the beginning months of their relationship. She had enjoyed it very much, considering that Booth's sweaty, shirtless body was so very close to her at the time. "What fun is that?"

Sully joked, "I am a mad 'sagger'. I … I … I wear my shorts very, very low."

Brennan still didn't get the relevance to how low he wore his shorts was. "Okay."

Sully laughed as he tried to think of something that she could understand, "You suck hugely at being a girl." Brennan didn't like to be treated like a girl, Booth knew that. Crap, why did keep comparing Sully to Booth! Sully tried to cover up from the look she was giving him, "Okay, okay … anthropology … anthropology. Oh, okay … think of it as a social ritual in which I impress you with my manly prowess during a game of basketball."

Brennan was taken aback by that. "You want to impress me?"

Sully smiled slightly, "I'm traditional that way."

Brennan shook her head as she chuckled, "Why don't you just bonk me on the head with a giant club?"

Sully was happy that she didn't have that look on her face anymore. He did something right, "Well, I'd much prefer you came to the game and ogled my butt crack. You know, it's law enforcement versus public defenders. Guys with ponytails and love handles. We're heavily favored. So?"

Brennan grinned as she thought of a great way to make Angela think something was definitely going on. She had been asking, afterall.

~BONES~

Angela and Brennan were seated at her computer in Angela's office as she exclaimed, "What is not to like? Go watch Sully play basketball. "

Brennan tried to play the part. "But – he still hasn't made a move on me. "

Angela sighed as she thought about that. "How many times have you gone out?"

Brennan thought back to the past few weeks, "Four … or six. Depending on how you define 'go out'."

Angela snorted, "Right. Bumping into each other at the diner does not count as going out."

Brennan nodded her head. "Four." She then pointed to the computer screen, "There. Along the interior cervical vertebrae. Is that shadow a glitch? "

Angela shook her head, "I don't do glitches. Four, huh? So the question is … is Sully damaged goods, or is he just very respectful?"

Brennan looked at her shocked, thinking back to how slow she and Booth took things. "What? Those are my choices?"

Angela gave her a look and nodded her head, "Damaged goods, you run away; very respectful, you hang in."

Brennan sighed as she (again!) thought back to how she was the one to really start something. "I should just make the first move."

Angela nearly shouted, "No, Brennan! For once can you just pretend that you're the girl?"

When Brennan made the first move on Booth, he didn't seem to mind at all. And again she wasn't a girl! "Why is everyone so anxious for me to be a girl?"

Angela sighed and shook her head. "Listen. Go to the basketball game. Let him show off for you, and see what happens."

Brennan didn't like that idea one bit. She wasn't like that by nature. "I don't know. It sounds so…passive."

Angela patted her hand, "Now you've got it."

~BONES~

Booth was at his desk and Sully was sitting in front of him. Booth couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was why (well one of the reasons why) he didn't like the idea of Sully being Bones' 'boyfriend'. "You just don't get it."

Sully had no idea why Booth wouldn't help him. "What! I'm asking for guy advice, you are a guy – what's not to get?"

Booth shook his head, "First of all, guys, they don't ask for advice. And secondly, I'm not going to help you get my…partner into bed."

Sully looked at him in disbelief, "Why not? It's not like you want her." Booth's lips twitched slightly trying to hold back the response he wanted to give, but he didn't say a word. Sully however saw that twitch and his eyes widened, "Unless … Do you want her?"

Booth tried to play it cool at his little slip. "Nah. Come on, Bones is, you know, my partner."

Sully barked out a laugh, "That is why you need psychiatric treatment, because you have the hots for your partner!"

Booth pointed a finger at him, upset with that word. "I'm not in psychiatric treatment, okay? It's an evaluation. Big difference."

Sully waved that off, and decided that he didn't really care if Booth wanted Brennan. He had her and that was that. "I can tell that Brennan is the go slow type, but you gotta help me out on how slow, because too slow is worse than not slow enough."

Agent Charlie appeared at the doorway. "Agent Booth."

Booth was happy for the little interruption because he was ready to rip Sully's manhood out. "Yeah?"

Charlie told him, "District cops got a kid matching your APB … down at the morgue." Booth got up from his desk, and Sully was left on his own, with Booth glaring daggers to the back of his head.

~BONES~

Brennan was watching the game from the stands, clearly bored with just watching, but she tried to look interested in watching Sully. He was, a decent player, but Booth was better. She sighed in frustration. Sully's teammates were calling to him on the court, using the nickname "Peanut". Two women were seated in front of her in the stands, discussing the game. "Sully's looking good."

The other woman nodded, "Hot!"

The first woman smiled, "You know, Scotty says Sully won't shower with the other guys."

The second woman's eyebrows rose as she whispered, "That guy's got some kind of an issue."

The first woman laughed softly as she told her, "Guys only got one kind of an issue, girl."

The second woman smiled widely as she said, "Then I guess we know why they call him Peanut." The women giggled as Sully spotted Brennan in the stands and waved to her. She waved back, and the two women saw her and uncomfortably shared a glance. Brennan knew that what the women were saying was false, from Booth's nickname, but yet again that didn't appeal to her at all. What was wrong with her!

~BONES~

Dr. Gordon Wyatt and Booth were walking down the street towards the diner as Gordon Gordon told Booth, "In point of fact, it is therapy."

Booth looked at him in surprise, "What? No, no, it's not. It's an evaluation."

Gordon Gordon shook his head, "No, I've already certified you as fit to carry a gun and go back to work."

Booth didn't get it then. "Okay, then why are we meeting?"

Gordon Gordon told him honestly, "Well, because you discharged your weapon at an ice cream truck. My provisional certification of your mental health only holds as long as you continue to meet with me."

Booth sighed as they enter the diner. "Great. For how long?"

Gordon Gordon shrugged his shoulders. So much was involved with Booth's final breaking point and a major factor had to do with a lovely lady as well. "'Til I'm satisfied you won't start firing at confectioners again. What's your objection to therapy?"

Booth shrugged, "You know what, doc? I am not the kind of guy who's got anything to hide."

Gordon Gordon told him with laughter in his voice, "You know, I often find that when people declare what they are not, it almost invariably turns out that that's precisely what they are."

Booth walked to a table as he declared, "Great. Then, you know what? No more declarations from me."

They both sat down as Gordon Gordon chuckled, "You do know that what you just said is, in fact, the very avatar of a declaration."

Booth rubbed his forehead, "Avatar, that's great." He motioned to a waiter, "Can I get a cup of coffee, and a, uh…"

Gordon Gordon made a "T" sign with his fingers, "Tea, please."

Booth shook his head amused at the docs ways, "Tea, yeah. Let me ask you a question, doc. Why is that every time you introduce yourself, you always say your name twice, huh? 'Hello, my name is Gordon, Gordon Wyatt.'"

Gordon Gordon told him, "Well, now you're simply lashing out, aren't you? Why don't we talk about the case you're working on at the moment?"

Booth looked at him with narrowed eyes, "Why?"

Gordon Gordon gestured toward himself, "Well, I am trained as a forensic psychiatrist. I might be able to help."

Booth sighed as he knew that he could be of some assistance, "Okay. Fine. Great. I have a dead rich guy, works with at-risk youth, gets brutally murdered after confiscating a couple of pounds of heroin from one of his kids."

Gordon Gordon nodded his head slowly, "It's interesting the first word you use to describe him is 'rich'."

Booth pointed out, "Ah, second. First description was 'dead'."

Gordon Gordon asked probingly, "Why do you think you have a problem with wealthy people?"

Booth sighed again. "This case is a perfect example. This guy, he makes up his own rules. What's that word that you used?"

Gordon Gordon supplied, "Uh, entitled."

Booth nodded, "Yeah, entitled. That's what got him killed."

Gordon Gordon asked, "Did this rich guy, by any chance, have a wife?"

Booth was thrown from the topic change, "Ah what, are we changing the subject now?"

Gordon Gordon inquired, "And does the rich guy's wife have a lover?"

Booth looked at him a little annoyed, "I just told you. The murder has to do with the heroin. The boy, the victim took the heroin from also turned up murdered."

Gordon Gordon nodded his head as if he was thinking of something, "And is this boy from a modest background?"

Booth took a sip of his coffee. "Doesn't get any modester."

Gordon Gordon narrowed his eyes at that response. "So is there any chance that you would rather catch the boy's murderer, than the wealthy fellow's murderer, so you have decided that they're one in the same? Any chance that you've based this assumption purely on your bias against rich, entitled people?"

Booth couldn't take it anymore. He gripped his cup, "Mmm-hmm. You know what? I did the belt buckle, I did the tie, I did the socks … what else do you want from me?"

Gordon Gordon again changed the topic. "What would you say if I told you that my name actually is Gordon Gordon Wyatt. That my first and middle names are the same?" Booth had no clue what the hell that meant.

~BONES~

The game was just wrapping up, and the men were coming off the court to meet their friends and family. Sully came over to meet Brennan. "So are you ready to go?"

Brennan looked at him in surprise, "Don't you want to take a shower?"

Sully shrugged that off, "Ah, I don't sweat that much."

Brennan asked through narrowed eyes. "Won't you be uncomfortable at the restaurant?"

Sully shrugged, "It's a scuzzy bar. I'll be one of the best-smelling things there – next to you, of course."

Brennan sighed as she tried to play the girlfriend part, "You played very well."

Sully smiled, happy to see that he had impressed her, "Thank you."

Brennan pointed out, "In fact, you were the best."

Sully definitely was smiling widely at her. "See, that's why I wanted you to come, you know, to be impressed."

Brennan told him what he should anthropologically, "Well, it was an impressive display of manhood."

Sully laughed softly, "Well, thank you."

Brennan went on, "Athletics as an analog for battle. In fact, you were a warrior tonight."

Sully laughed again, "Wow. You really were impressed."

Brennan tried to see if her hypothesis about him as right or if the other agents only called Booth that for fun. "There are quite a number of ways that men judge their relative maleness with respect to other men."

Sully nodded slowly, not really getting where she was going with that. "Uh-huh."

Brennan continued, "Muscles, income, cars, attractive mates, tolerance to alcohol, hair loss … and of course, the size of sexual organs."

Sully's eyes widened at that, "Whoa! Save something for us to discuss at dinner."

Brennan shrugged, "Well … women don't care about that."

Sully looked at her confused, "Dinner, or … hair loss."

Brennan said bluntly, "The size of the sexual organ."

Sully looked at her with narrowed eyes. Where was she going with this? "Ours or yours?"

Brennan stated, "Penis size only matters to other males."

Sully joked, "See, I was hoping you'd comment on how I shut down the other team's offense."

Brennan shrugged her shoulders and told him honestly – which was why she could say Booth was better than him, "Well, their offense wasn't really all that good."

Sully faked hurt, "Oh, you know how to hurt a guy. It's not a bad thing, I like it. A little sauce, a little zing…"

~BONES~

Hodgins and Booth were standing together at his work station as he explained to Booth what he found, "The flake on the trachea was India ink. It came from this. It's a Scrimshawed letter opener, wiped clean, but there are still minute traces of Terrance Bancroft's blood in the etchings."

Booth nodded as he thought about what Gordon Gordon said. "I need to pull a little con on the wife."

Hodgins looked at him surprised. Booth never openly talked to him before about his marriage to Dr. Brennan. She had told Hodgins vaguely why they needed to keep their marriage a secret and how they had planned little 'flings' to make everyone think that they weren't together. He had been silent about it ever since then. So why was he mentioning something now. "Your wife?"

Booth gave him a pointed look that told him that he was crazy. "No, the victim's wife."

Hodgins hadn't be expecting that. He stuttered out, "Why?"

Booth narrowed his eyes as he started to feel out what he was thinking. "Find out if she was cheating on her husband."

Hodgins tried to get out of this conversation. "I thought the murder was because of the heroin."

Booth shrugged his shoulders, "Well, it is. But you know, I need you to come along and, you know, collect some dust, or pollen, or seeds, or whatever the hell it is you do, so I can get in and figure out if she's got anything to hide."

Hodgins asked, timidly, "How will you do that?"

Booth nodded his head slowly as he saw him fidget, "Oh, I've got my ways. Come on."

Hodgins tried to get out of it, "Well, you know, I'm really busy here. You know, the murder weapon … plus, we found a fiber in the victim's throat. It's actually muskrat..."

Booth smiled as he said, "Muskrat, hey, that's a perfect cover. We'll go the mansion, you go inside and look for anything made out of muskrat. Come on. Why are you draggin' your feet? Let's go."

Hodgins nodded his head, "I'll … I'll get my kit."

Booth nodded as he knew that he was right. "Get your kit."

~BONES~

Angela and Brennan were walking together down the street to the diner as Angela said, "Wait. You still haven't slept together?"

Brennan had deduced that perhaps her prior theory had been wrong and it really did only apply to Booth. "I know the problem."

Angela joked, "His religious upbringing?"

Brennan laughed and shook her head, "His penis."

Angela laughed at that, "What's wrong with it."

Brennan smiled slightly, "Apparently it's small."

Angela couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Well, that maybe explains why he hasn't made any moves on you yet. He's insecure."

Brennan tried to make sure Ange thought she was really worried about her and Sully, "So I should make the first move, right?"

Angela smiled and nodded as they entered the diner. "Yeah. Take Sully for a little test drive. Maybe he's got unlimited mileage. That'll make up for the fact that he's a sub-compact."

~BONES~

Brennan, Hodgins, Zach, Cam, Angela, and Booth were standing and sitting around tables, and Brennan was watching Caroline talk to Barron in the distance. "I don't understand how they could do that."

Zach looked at his mentor confused, "Who?"

Brennan gestured to them, "Lawyers."

Angela furrowed her brow, "Do what?"

Brennan shrugged as she tried to think of the right words, "Be all friendly."

Cam joked, "The only people lawyers like are other lawyers."

Booth had known Caroline since his start in the FBI and he considered her a very close friend. And friends knew things about each other. "Well, they were married…" Everybody turned to look at him in shock, "Well, they have a daughter, second year at MIT."

Hodgins couldn't help but snort, "Does anyone else see the irony here?"

Caroline approached the table and told them sternly, "Listen up you people. The verdict is gonna come down any minute. Maybe we'll win, maybe we'll lose. But this I do know. You people have got to get your sand together, do you hear me? Booth, and you scientist android brainiacs - you got something very special here, but you are losing it." She looked at Booth, "Dropping serial killers off balconies, and, " looking at Angela, "blabbing suspects names to vengeful fathers." She turned to Cam, "Cuttin' into heads before their times, getting' poisoned," looking at Zach, "getting' blown up because you go grabbing for things you shouldn't ought." She looked at Hodgins, "Taking photographs from frames." She then sternly looked at Booth again, "Gettin' a perfectly good car smashed to bits for no good reason. Get it together! Start using your oversized heads. This is the real world. Now, I know bug man here handed in his resignation. My official Justice Department recommendation is the following: We win the case, he gets his job back. We lose, Booth shoots him. "

The bailiff approached the group, "The jury's returned with a verdict."

Caroline nodded, "Okay, let's go face the music."

~BONES~

Booth was with Gordon Gordon sharing some of his favorite ties, when Brennan walked into the diner. She smiled as he showed him his very first outrageous tie. With the lady on the back. She walked over to them and saw the surprised look cross Booth's face. "Hey Bones, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to go to Sully's game."

She slid into the chair between him and the window and smiled warmly at him. She shrugged her shoulders as she told him, "I find that you are much more interesting than Sully's game. Plus it's no fun to watch."

Booth smiled widely at her as she leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Gordon Gordon cleared his throat, seeing that he had been forgotten already. He liked what he saw, although he could tell that something was amiss. He just didn't know what. "You must be Agent Booth's partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan."

Brennan smiled at him, "Yes, I am. It's a pleasure to meet you Dr. Wyatt. Although I must tell you, I put no stock in psychology."

Booth hissed, "Bones!"

However, Gordon Gordon could now see personally how much these two complemented each other. He laughed heartily at her remark, "Ah, Dr. Brennan you are a fresh of clean air. Agent Booth was just showing me some of his favorite ties. He especially liked that one…" He pointed to the one that she saw when she walked in.

Brennan laughed lightly at it close up and said, "I remember when you got that one." The rest of the 'session' went on with just them talking. No analyzing, no probing questions. Just the three of them conversing.

They said their goodbyes as they headed toward their cars. Brennan had taken a cab to the diner, knowing that Booth had his SUV. They drove home in comfortable silence, a thing one only gains after years of being together. They were headed upstairs in the elevator when Brennan asked, "Is it true about how they gave you your nickname?"

Booth looked at her surprised at her bringing it up. They hadn't talked about what nickname his colleagues gave him in such a long time. She had only asked one time when she came to one of his hockey games when they were dating and she heard them call out his nickname and she hadn't heard that before, "What do you mean?"

Brennan shrugged her shoulders as the doors slid open and they stepped out. "Well, your nickname is comical. They called you Lamb because you are anything but gentle and docile. You are the very opposite, in every respect." She looked at him saucily at her last remark. "Is that the case for everyone?"

Booth chuckled slightly at the glint in her eyes. "Yeah, pretty much. I don't even know how they came up with that nickname."

Brennan laughed deeply and whispered huskily as he unlocked their door, "I think they started calling you that after they heard us in the locker room that one day during your practice. We were rather vocal, especially since I was so turned on by how aggressive you were on the ice. I think it should itself then." She walked passed his stunned body. He really hadn't known about that.

Booth groaned loudly as he remembered that day. He hadn't meant to be so aggressive, but fuck she looked damn edible in her outfit and he couldn't help it. She had scratch this shit out of his back – which he got ribbed for later after practice – and he had left his own marks on her, which lasted a little more than a week. Damn, he was getting hard just thinking about that.

Brennan had already walked through their opened door, when he saw how she was really looking at him with those damn fuck-me-pumps on, he lost his mind. He slammed their door shut and stalked over to her, in a predatory manner. He told her huskily, "I'll show you how aggressive I can be, babe." He then brought her against the closest wall and hiked up her skirt, tearing her panties in the process, as he savagely kissed her lips.

She quickly ridded of him his belt buckle, pants, and boxers as he sucked on her pulse point. She wrapped her legs around him tightly as he slid into her in one fluid, hard movement. They both groaned loudly as he whispered, "Fuck, you're so wet Bones."

She nibbled on his earlobe, "It's all for you Booth." And that's how the rest of their day went, each proving how aggressive they could be.

~BONES~

Brennan and Sully walked into the lab and shared a glance. They had just come from breakfast together, which Brennan had promised him since she hadn't gone to his basketball game. Even though in the morning she had been reluctant to leave Booth's arms. Her experiment was not going the way she first thought it would. Damn.

Angela, who stood nearby, watched the two exchange glances. She mistook Sully's glance of longing as one of longing for more, while she took in Brennan's flushed, happy face as one that said she had an amazing night with Sully. She smiled widely as Brennan walked over to her, "You look happy."

Brennan couldn't help but smile, "Uh-huh." She was not going to lie about how happy she was.

Angela's smile widened, "Oh, you look really happy. You made the first move."

Brennan now realized what Angela thought and she played along with it. "Well you told me I should!"

Angela bit her lip, "How was it? I mean, I don't mean 'it' … no, no … I do! I mean 'it'."

Brennan told her what she found out from Booth, "I discovered something very interesting about cops and nicknames."

Angela smiled, "Anthropologically interesting?"

Brennan went with Sully's nickname, "Anatomically interesting. They call the bald guy 'Curly', and the fat guy 'Tiny'. It's ironic."

Angela was definitely smiling, "So when they call Sully 'Peanut'…"

Brennan went out on a branch and told her, "He doesn't like to shower with the other guys because he diverges from the quantifiable morphological norm."

Brennan and Angela reached Brennan's office, where Booth was waiting in a chair, his feet up on Brennan's desk. "What? What's that mean?"

Brennan smiled as she thought about Booth, "Stands out from a crowd."

Angela looked at Booth like he was eye-candy. She couldn't help but ask, "Do you have a nickname, Booth? Something the other cops call you?"

Booth narrowed his eyes as he looked between her and Bones. "Why? What have you heard?"

Angela shook her head, "Congrats, Brennan."

Brennan watched her leave and then looked back at Booth. She zeroed in on his socks, "Wow. Those socks. Those are...amazing."

Booth smiled widely, "That's right. The socks, the tie, the belt buckle - all escape valves for my socioeconomic rage."

Brennan rolled her eyes at that. "I hate psychology."

Booth shrugged as he leaned forward, "Oh, you know, they help me deal with the day-to-day irritations of dealing with people that are more privileged."

Brennan nodded her head as she sat down. "Angela thinks I slept with Sully last night."

Booth looked at her surprised, "Oh. I thought she already, uh …"

Brennan shook her head, "No. Last night."

Booth tried to shrug it off. "Ah. It's really none of my business."

Brennan looked at him confused, "Except we're married."

Booth nodded, seeing that she did have a point. But he really didn't want to think of her with Sully. "Yeah, there's that…"

Brennan tried to take away the awkwardness with a joke, "And you...told me about your socks."

Booth smiled at her attempt, "Mhm. Sex. Socks. Pretty much the same word."

Brennan walked over the lean against her desk in front of him as she asked, "Do we have a case, or are you just visiting for a second go-around today?"

Booth felt himself start to get hard as he thought about last night and that morning, "Yeah, I'll fill you in on the way." He joked huskily, "It's messy, better get some protection."

Brennan leaned forward and whispered, "Let me get my gumboots."

Brennan left the office with a sway to her hips and Booth stood up, looked at his watch and began fidgeting with his tie. "Yeah. I'm gonna need a flashier tie."

A/N: I thought the nickname was okay. How about you? See, it's not too angsty. Juts angsty enough =P

(If you think that I was actually going to let Brennan be unfaithful to her husband then you don't know Brennan at all. Brennan loves Booth no matter what) #B&B on Twitter and Instagram