A/N: So what does Halloween, killer worms, and a billy goat have in common? Read and find out :)

Also...NSFW. Find your favorite closet and read...:)

Halloween was a busy day for Aubrey. He arrived at the Hoover just shy of 7:00 to work on payroll. Nothing sucked more than leaving the warmth of his lovely Jessica to go to work while it was still dark out.

Especially since they didn't get to sleep until after midnight, when he kept his promise to make her scream...more than once.

After getting his administrative work done, he helped Genny with her cases so she could leave early to take her son out for Trick or Treating. When her mother dropped Danny off after school for a head start through all the different divisions, he was impressed with the young boy's choice of costume, Chewbacca.

He had another bit of luck when Jessica surprised him at 5:00 in his office. Clark let everyone go early that afternoon due to parents taking their children out for the evening's festivities. Quickly, he finished up and she followed him back to his house.

By 6:15, they were comfortably ensconced in his kitchen getting things ready for trick or treaters as well as putting the final touches on the munchies for their movie marathon at 7:00. Near the stove was a large cookie sheet filled with chips already laced with copious amounts of shredded cheddar and habanero jack cheeses and a bowl of peppers Jessica had chopped before work this morning. As the agent added Mexican seasoning to white meat chicken cooking on the stove, the redhead pulled several bags of candy from one of the kitchen cupboards.

"Aubrey...did you really need to get six mega large bags of candy?" Glaring at her boyfriend, Jessica pointed to one of them. "Seriously? This bag here must be at least ten pounds..."

"I didn't want to disappoint the kids…plus it was on sale at Kroger's. It's called being prepared, Jess."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "How much of this candy did you buy for yourself?"

'Busted!' Aubrey thought, but he smiled innocently at his girlfriend. "Jessica Warren...your lack of faith in me is breaking my heart."

The couple laughed and Jessica handed Aubrey a beer. "So Douchebag Maxwell really got suspended?"

"Yep, until November 20th...thanks.", the agent responded. "I was pissed when he wasn't fired from his internship, but Hodgins explained that this way, that little asshole will sweat a bit."

"He's right, Superman.", Jessica said. "This is the worst time to be suspended because most interns are working overtime to get their hours in before the end of the semester."

"Are you talking about the hours you have to work every semester for practical experience?"

Jessica stole a handful of remaining cheese from a bowl and popped it into her mouth. "Yep. One of my friends who is in the AmU Antiquities doctorate program says he has to do 320 hours per semester. However, GWU requires doctoral candidates complete 350 hours of internship time per semester along with their fellowship research."

"Don't you have to do 350 hours per semester?" Aubrey asked.

"Yeah, but after completing 150 hours supervised by Dr. B or Clark, you can start working independent shifts in Limbo and on the weekends, which count towards your time. Those are nice for picking up extra hours and can help with your dissertation, depending on the topic. Since I have a Forensic Science degree, I can use my time with Curly on Thursdays as long as it is a case related to Dr. B or Clark if he requires Hodgins' help."

"Doesn't Gerald's department do something like that?" Aubrey asked. "I would think with they would have students working independently like you all do."

"Actually, Harry said that in Antiquities, starting this semester, each intern is scheduled 24 hours a week and it has to be Monday through Friday so it can be supervised unless one of the PhDs are working on a weekend project, which is rare. They alternate between three 8 hours shifts one week and four 6 hour shifts the next week. He said the interns like the new hours because the days are shorter, their schedule is more regular, they get more one on one time with the Antiquity experts, and they have some wiggle room in case they need to take a day off. He also said while not official, the new schedule started because Dr. Miller caught a few interns, mostly Gerald, just sitting around doing nothing on their weekend shifts and claiming the time."

"So when Gerald gets back, he'll have to make up that time he is missing plus whatever he still has to complete before the end of the semester?", Aubrey said as he added more seasoning to the meat "So he's royally screwed…"

"Yep. He'll have to take whatever time is available, if there is any, unless he makes special arrangements with Dr. Miller. It's not impossible to make up 72 hours, but this time of year is tough because interns are working to complete their hours, but the holidays cut into the available shifts. Their internships are paid like ours are, so people aren't just going to give them up. Dr. B and Clark require us to have our time done by December 15th this semester so I would think Antiquities has the same requirement. If he doesn't complete those missing hours, along with what he has to work to reach 350 hours for the semester, he fails and can't return to the Jeffersonian for Spring."

"Ah, gee...that's too bad.", Aubrey said sarcastically before turning around to stir the chicken on the stove. "Very apropos for that little pissant….no pun intended."

"Yeah. He'll have to put his academic career on hold until he can apply for an open internship slot either next fall at the Jeffersonian, or another facility approved by GWU.", Jessica replied as she ripped open a bag of candy and dumped it into a bowl. "Worst case, he'll be kicked out of his doctorate program and he will have to try to find another university that can work with his dissertation topic and research, if he can."

"I'm assuming that will mess up his career big time...of course, having complaints of sexual harassment made against him isn't going to be a big selling point to a potential employer, either."

"Gerald may be able to get by in his career with an MA, but most antiquity bigwigs are PhDs. Chances are, wherever he applies to, he'll have to explain the reason for the failure to obtain his degree and losing his internship at the Jeffersonian when he looks for a job, although I'm sure his daddy will try to buy him one.", Jessica replied as she dumped another bag of candy into the bowl.

"Oh well. I'm glad the Jeffersonian doesn't take kindly to sexual harassment.", Aubrey said before he started chuckling. "You should have been there. The little prick first threatened to have his father get Dr. Miller fired. When the good doctor blew him off, he promised that his father would pull his donations in retaliation. So Hodgins replied that he and Dr. B had more than enough to make up their loss and could even get more donations for Antiquities and other parts of the Jeffersonian. Gerald's mouth dropped and it was beautiful."

"Don't think I've ever seen the prickburger speechless.", Jessica said with a smile. "Well, except Saturday night after he was put in his place by my cute and sexy boyfriend."

Aubrey's ears turned red before continuing. "Then he tried threatening to get the lab closed with his father's influence, but we all laughed before Miller made him leave immediately with a security guard. He has been instructed to not come back until November 21st at 7:30 AM, when he will have a personal briefing with him."

Jessica kissed her boyfriend on the lips. "Thank you for coming to my rescue with that chode, Superman...and for making the famous Aubrey nachos for tonight."

"Anytime, Jessica.", Aubrey said as there was a knock at the door. "Oh, our first trick or treater."

Aubrey took the finished chicken off the burner before the couple walked to the door and opened it, greeted by Daisy and Lance, dressed up as Little Bo Peep and a sheep. "OMG, Daisy! You two are so adorable!", Jessica said before looking over her friend's shoulder. "Where's Beau?"

The anthropologist's cheerful disposition disappeared. "Back at the condo studying the plays for the next game in between naps. He was supposed to go trick or treating with us as a family, but he's too busy."

"It took me a few days and several cups of coffee when I got back from Scotland to keep from crashing at 7:00 at night.", Jessica said, hoping to defuse her friend's anger. "He'll be back to a normal schedule in no time."

"I'm sure he feels bad, Daisy.", Aubrey said, trying to be polite but also feeling the woman in front of him was being a bit unreasonable. "Before we know it, Thanksgiving and Christmas will be here and there will be plenty of family time for the three of you."

Daisy's scowl lessened. "You're right, Aubrey. I'm making too much out of this." Turning to her son, she pointed to the bowl Jessica held. "Okay Lance, pick up one of the bags…good boy…night."

"Night, Daisy.", the couple said together before shutting the door.

"Nice save, Superman.", Jessica said.

"I try.", Aubrey replied before the doorbell rang again. Looking at his phone, he saw it was another group of children. "Duty calls, Ms. Warren."

At 10:30, Aubrey and Jessica were watching the last minutes of Squirm, a movie about electrocuted worms that infected victims in Fly Creek, Georgia by burrowing into their skin and killing them. The movie had a love triangle featuring Roger, a dim witted local man, Geri, a redheaded local girl, and Mick, a college boy from New York.

The agent was sitting on the couch with Jessica's head in his lap with a pillow underneath it. She played with his knee with her hand as he absently played with her hair. On the table was the last of the nachos, two empty plates with crumbs, several empty Yuengling bottles, and a large bowl with a small layer of Halloween candy and lots of empty wrappers. Skinner was sleeping on the back of the couch, obviously relieved that there no more intrusions upon his domain.

"I liked all the trick or treaters, but our friends' kids were the best." Jessica said. "I thought Michael Vincent was adorable."

"Yeah...the costume suited him." Aubrey shuddered as he ate a candy bar. "Like father, like son."

"Superman, he wasn't a real tarantula.", Jessica said with a snicker.

Aubrey looked down at his girlfriend. "Jess, a spider is a spider. I'm telling you...that costume gave me the creeps!"

The redhead rolled her eyes. "It's a good thing I was here to protect you then, James Robert Aubrey. So what are your thoughts on Christine and Hank?"

"I'm sure Booth was proud of his little hockey player. Christine could so play for the Flyers.", Aubrey replied.

"And Hank was the coolest dinosaur ever.", Jessica said before stealing the last bite of her boyfriend's Almond Joy.

"Hey!"

Jessica chewed the treat. "Sharing is caring, Aubrey."

"Smart ass. I liked Jordan's costume most of all."

The anthropologist chuckled. "Arastoo's mother did a great job on the uniform. Of course, you would like anything with the Cubs on it, Superman."

"Damn straight. However, it just shows that Cam and Arastoo are doing a great job with those boys. It's important to know the right teams to root for, although Arastoo does have that weird love of the San Francisco Giants."

They went back to watching the movie before Aubrey made an observation. "Jess, doesn't Roger remind you of Gerald?", he said before stealing another Tootsie Roll and eating it.

Jessica pondered for a moment. "Yes. He tried to intimidate Geri when they were alone on the boat. However, the dumbass was attacked by the worms before he could hurt her. It's just too bad the Potomac doesn't have any killer worms to eat Gerald's face."

"She also had red hair just like you, Jess. However, you are smarter and cuter.", Aubrey said before bending down to peck his girlfriend on the lips.

"Thank you, Superman. Of course, the cherry on her sundae was that she had Mick, who was cute and smart like you, Aubrey."

Blushing, Aubrey grabbed his beer. "I'm not as smart as you."

Jessica sat up and looked at her boyfriend in exasperation. "James Aubrey, you skipped the third grade and did dual enrollment at City College of New York during your senior year of high school and graduated with a 3.9 GPA. You then went on to Syracuse where you finished in the ten percent of your class for your bachelor's and got summa cum laude for your law degree, all while working part time on and off campus. You got into the FBI soon after passing the New York Bar Exam on your first try and graduated third in your class at their training place-"

"Quantico."

"Sorry, Quantico.", Jessica said patiently before continuing. "Now, you're a Special Agent in Charge of an important division at the FBI at age 33. You're smart, okay? Deal with it."

Aubrey felt the redness hit his ears. "Okay…but only if you listen to me when I say how beautiful you are…and watch Game 6 with me tomorrow night."

Jessica chuckled before laying her head back down as the film climaxed. "Okay. Now hush, the movie's almost over."

"You're going to fall asleep again, Jess. You always do when you snuggle with me because I'm so hot."

Jessica playfully smacked Aubrey, causing both of them to giggle as they finished watching their movie.

Tuesday night was a good night for Aubrey as Chicago dominated Game 6 in the first inning at Progressive Field. Jessica held his hand as Aubrey got twitchy throughout as they watched from his living room. He was afraid that Cleveland would pull a last minute rabbit out of their hat. When the game ended with Chicago winning 9 - 3, he whooped it up for a moment. To celebrate, he kissed his girlfriend before they began making out on the couch.

"It's getting...late...Jessica…", Aubrey muttered in between kisses on her neck before lowering them down on the couch.

"I...know…", the redhead said as her legs wrapped around her boyfriend. "Oohhh…you have to behave tonight, sir."

"Not happening.", Aubrey muttered onto Jessica's tasty collarbone as he cupped her breasts. "Any chance of behaving ended when you hugged me with your thighs of steel. You know how horny that makes me...so say goodbye to your underwear."

Jessica laughed before he kissed her again. As the lanky man's hand went under her sweater and bra, Skinner jumped up on the back of the couch and stared at the couple groping each other.

"Go away Skinner, she's Daddy's girl.", Aubrey panted as his girlfriend's hand went down into his pants and grabbed his butt.

"Jealous of a pussy…", the redhead chuckled before he began tickling her. "No Aubrey...stop…stop tickling me..."

"Okay.", Aubrey replied before ducking his head under her sweater and peeking back out. "You're wearing that green bra I like. You had a plan when you came over tonight, Miss Jessica."

"Maybe I did...maybe I didn't.", Jessica replied with a smirk.

"As a top notch federal cop, I've used my second to none deduction skills to conclude that you wanted some FBI nookie tonight.", Aubrey stated. "Being the excellent government servant that I am, I think something can be arranged. Besides, this couch hasn't seen much action in a while and we need to rectify that."

"That's true." Jessica laughed as Aubrey went back to what he was doing. "It has held up well, even after that dirty weekend after I got home from Scotland…"

Aubrey's phone alarm woke them up as they were sleeping on the agent's couch. With reluctance, the couple got up. Stealing their afghan, Jessica wrapped it around her as she walked to the kitchen to start coffee. Putting on his boxer shorts, the agent fed his cat and retrieved his lucky socks from the bench outside his mud room. They'd had a heated discussion before the game because while she was understanding about his need to wear them, the redhead was too overcome by the odor to be around him much. After much debate about washing them or not wearing them, they compromised by Aubrey hanging them outside overnight to air out.

Coming together, they rushed upstairs to get in the shower as both had to be at work around 7:30. He needed to prep for a 8:00 meeting with Deputy Director Stark, and she was going to cover for Brennan as she had to be in court with Booth this morning.

A while later, as Jessica put on makeup in his bathroom, Aubrey sat on the bed putting on his lucky socks. Glancing at his floor, he spotted Jessica's travel bag that seemed to be here all the time. In the closet, he had one similar he took to his girlfriend's apartment for when he stayed there.

Getting up, he found his special Cubs tie. Moving in front of the mirror, the agent debated asking Jessica if she wanted to keep things here as he tied his tie. It seemed to be such a pain to pack things ahead of time or when they stayed at one another's at the last minute, they had to rush to get the other home to get ready for work.

But that was a big step...and today was not the day to approach the issue. He was nervous enough as it was.

Looking at the clock, his eyes got large. "Shit! Jess, hurry up or we'll be late!"

Eleven hours later, Aubrey was running late to pick up Jessica from the lab. Gathering his stuff, he sent her a text letting her know he was running behind and when done, he put his laptop in his computer bag. Grabbing his jacket and Star Wars travel cup, he walked briskly out the door. As he was about to lock it, he heard a shrill voice.

"Aubrey, I'm so glad I caught you."

His stomach sank at this new delay. Turning around, he faced the person with a polite smile. "Karen, what can I do for you?"

"I have an update to my profile for the Vacchio case."

He looked at his watch and saw it was 5:51 PM. In the past, he figured this would be a ploy to spend time with him. However, since their sit down the week before she'd kept their meetings strictly professional. Shaking off his lingering worries, he relaxed and shrugged his agreement..

"Five minutes, Karen. I have to pick up Jessica from the lab and we have to get dinner made before the game tonight."

"Oh yeah, that World Series thing." Karen flipped her hand at him. "It'll be quick, I promise."

Karen explained her findings, and when she was done, Aubrey nodded. "That confirms Hodgins and Jessica's findings. So we're looking for someone that knew our vic?"

"Yes.", Karen said. "It could someone he was close to, like his spouse, a friend…even a coworker. Just listening to the recording, his speech cadence is not hesitant. He knew his killer, Aubrey."

Aubrey nodded. The idea that he was possibly killed by someone in law enforcement or a confidante put a chill in his spine. It nauseated him because it confirmed his hunch that he may have to make a visit to West Virginia. It was a longshot, but it was something he had to consider.

"Well, thanks, Karen. Listen, please email a copy of that to me and Booth. He'll want to see that ASAP.", Aubrey said as he grabbed his stuff. "Now, I've got to go. See you tomorrow."

Before Karen could reply, the agent ran towards the elevator. Seeing the group waiting to leave, he yanked open the door to the stairs and raced down.

After they got home, Jessica made homemade pizza and deviled eggs while Aubrey made up a batch of his nachos. Everything was finished under the wire and the couple sat in front of the television at 7:57 for the 8:00 game at Progressive Field in Cleveland.

It was a nail biter that kept Aubrey and Jessica on the edge of their seats all evening. Once 11:00 hit they gave up the idea of getting any sleep. Both knew that this game would go down in history and to miss it...not possible.

The redhead comforted her boyfriend later when a rain delay was called in the 9th inning and the game tied 6 - 6. For the next thirty seconds, she held his hand as he fretted.

"Jess, my Cubbies can't lose...they just can't. They can't go another 108 years...no fucking way does my team not win a World Series in my lifetime."

Jessica took a leap of faith. "They won't, Superman, because they have fans like you...and me...rooting for them. I've got a vibe this will be good."

"I don't know, Jess…"

The redhead smiled as she got an idea. "Maybe what you need is a rain delay distraction."

Jessica pushed Aubrey back slightly before she climbed on his lap. They came together in a kiss before the couple began a full fledged make out session.

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

It was almost 1:00 in the morning and Aubrey watched with bated breath as Michael Martinez was at plate. Grabbing Jessica's hand, he held on tight as he watched Mike Montgomery on the pitcher's mound.

For Aubrey, it went into slow motion at Martinez hit a ground ball. Kris Bryant got it and threw it to Anthony Rizzo at first base. With that catch, it was three outs and time stopped.

"Holy shit, Superman…the Cubs won. They won!", Jessica shouted with glee.

Aubrey could only stare at the screen. As he saw the players converge onto the field, it slowly began to register.

"The Cubbies won…they won…my Cubbies are World Series Champions…"

The forensic anthropologist saw her boyfriend and understood he was in shock. "Let me get you a beer and some munchies."

It wasn't until the redhead left his side that Aubrey snapped back. Turning to his right, he saw Jessica bending down in his subzero fridge. Deciding he was in the mood to celebrate with his girlfriend, he walked quietly up behind her.

The redhead took the plate of deviled eggs she made and two beers out of the refrigerator. As she turned around, she almost dropped the items as she saw her boyfriend in close proximity. She was mesmerized by Aubrey's eyes with the pupils almost totally engorged and immediately felt herself getting wet.

She could only watch as the agent took the items out of her hands and set them on the counter before grabbing her in a passionate embrace. After he backed her into the counter, his hands moved under her skirt and he almost came when he felt no underwear. Quickly, he moved his hand between her legs and teased her.

"Oh fuck...James…", the redhead moaned as she wrapped her leg around his.

"Jessica, where are your panties?", he moaned into her neck while he continued to play with her.

She moaned as Aubrey's teeth gently grazed her skin and his fingers went inside her. With shaking hands, she undid his pants and pushed them down. "In…my purse. Took...them off...after...rain delay...oh God..."

The agent responded by quickly driving her to an orgasm before turning the redhead around. Lifting up the obstruction to his girlfriend, he bared her incredible ass to him before efficiently entering her from behind. As he moved his hand under her sweater, Jessica reached behind and pulled him closer. Immediately, Aubrey pushed harder into his girlfriend and her loud moans scared a curious Skinner away from the kitchen.

Their coupling was quick and lustful as it didn't take long for them to reach their climaxes. When it was over, they stayed where they were for a minute, catching their breath. When their heartbeats went back to normal, Aubrey pulled away from Jessica.

"Wow…", the agent breathed. "Been awhile since we've done that."

"The night I got home from Scotland and we went back to my apartment.", Jessica said as she finally caught her breath. Grabbing her nearby laptop case, she turned to her boyfriend. "I'll be right back."

"Sure.", Aubrey said.

He continued to lean on the counter for a few seconds before pulling his pants up. Grabbing a glass from the cupboard, he filled it with water from the tap and chugged. Putting the glass in the sink, he rubbed his face.

"Superman?", Jessica said in a happy voice.

"Yeah.", Aubrey said as his hands moved to his fly.

"You may want not want to zip up your pants just yet."

The agent looked up and about had a heart attack when he saw Jessica dressed in a pair of white lace booty shorts complemented with a white mesh cami top with the Chicago Cubs on the bra cups. The panties seemed made for her subtle curves and the Cubs logo was rounded quite nicely around her breasts.

Aubrey thought of all the reasons to say no. He had to be at work early to review case files before his division's weekly meeting...she had to be at Dr. B's 8:00 class before working with Hodgins in the afternoon.

Both were going to be exhausted in the morning, making their days long and difficult. He also had to work late because he had several performance reviews to prepare that had to be done by December 15th. He wondered if it would be better for them to get some sleep.

Then his girlfriend gave him a seductive smile. His mind made up, he walked over, grabbed Jessica, and pushed her backwards while he enjoyed feeling her awesome ass. When he got to the chair, he smiled as she pushed him in it. As she mounted him on his lap, only one thing came to mind.

Fuck sleep...he could do it when he was dead.

Curse of the Billy Goat is the legend of why Chicago Cubs didn't win the pennant until 2016. Look it up...very interesting.