It had been an unusually slow day at the Hoover, so Booth and Aubrey decided to enjoy a leisurely lunch at the diner. After they chatted about the weather and sports, they spent a few minutes in comfortable silence as they enjoyed their meal. Finally Aubrey leaned back in his chair, watching as Booth polished off his slice of apple pie. He's relaxed...now's the time to begin my investigation.

Booth noticed Aubrey watching him closely. "What? Have I got food stuck in my teeth?"

"Nope, nothing like that." Aubrey narrowed his eyes as he continued to watch Booth. "Okay...spill it."

Shrugging in confusion, Booth gestured with his fork. "What the hell does that even mean? Spill what?" Taking a sip of his coffee, he shook his head. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Aubrey…"

"Oh, I think you do...you're the guy who came up with the video of me singing...so spill it. How did you come into possession of that item?"

"Is that what this is about? C'mon, Aubrey...it was all in good, clean fun. You've got nothing to be ashamed of. You sounded great on that tape, even with the puffy hair and little bow tie." Booth chuckled as he watched Aubrey's cheeks turn red. "I can't believe you didn't tell me how much you knew about the a cappella singing stuff. I think it's kinda cute…"

Aubrey didn't seem to agree. "We were good, you know? But I didn't tell you about it for this exact reason...I knew you'd give me grief about it."

"Oh, I know you were good. That's how I got the tape." Seeing Aubrey's confusion, Booth continued. "You know that guy? The lawyer who's the head of the a cappella singing competition committee? I had given him my card when we were at his house, and he called me the other day. He said he thought you looked familiar, and then he remembered seeing you on one of his tapes. I guess they record the competitions, and he has copies of all of them. He said you guys had won the Barbershop division, and he wanted to know if you'd like a copy of the video. I said that you'd want it, but what I didn't say was that I was going to show it to everyone else first before I gave it to you. Hey, I was just doing you a favor…" Laughing at the look on Aubrey's face, Booth returned to his pie. "I guess I got you good, didn't I? But the good news is that you can sing, so maybe next year our division can win the FBI talent contest…"

"Haha. Look, Booth, this information doesn't really need to go beyond this table, okay? I don't want everyone to call me the 'Singing Agent' or something stupid like that…"

"I bet Jessica likes it when you sing to her, doesn't she? You probably sing to romantic stuff to her all the time." Booth smiled broadly, enjoying the digs he was getting in on his friend, until…

"Well, I'm sure you've probably given Dr. B. all sorts of dancing lessons, haven't you? That's why you're so light on your feet...all those dancing lessons you've given to countless little old ladies…" Aubrey chuckled to himself as he watched Booth's ears turn red.

"What the hell are you talking about, Aubrey? Yeah, I worked at a dance school to help pay my way through college…", Booth stammered angrily.

"From what I've heard, you were actually kind of like a taxi dancer, or maybe even a gigolo, and women would line up to take lessons from you…" Aubrey hid his grin as he took a sip of his coffee. "Sounds like you had it sweet…all of them paying you good money for a few spins around the dance floor."

"Yeah, well it's not my fault that older ladies like me so much." Booth glared at Aubrey. "Have you been talking to Bones? I can't believe she told you about that…"

"No, of course she didn't. I just did a little research on the internet. Remember how you said it was for idiots with no life? Well, you'd be surprised what us idiots can find out with just a few mouse clicks...I put your name, the name of the city, and dancing schools into the search engine and there it was...an old newspaper article about that place where you gave lessons, complete with a cheesy picture of you…"

"Jesus, Aubrey! Can't a guy's past stay in the past?" Booth huffed out an exasperated sigh. "I guess the good news is that there's no video of me doing the foxtrot with somebody's grandmother…"

Aubrey laughed. "At least you hope there's no video…but I'm still searching the internet..."