A/N: Based on a prompt by Jenny: "You had a story about the betting pool / speculation regarding Brennan and Booth at the Jeffersonian but I'd love you to do the same with Booths Colleagues (and perhaps Hacker) at the Hoover and perhaps a little PDA on Brennan's part as I always felt Booth's fellow agents probably teased him about her. Whether its just your take on everyone realising they're in a relationship or also the pregnancy would be appreciated. "

Hacker, sadly, was not part of this story. For the purposes of my idea, I invented two new random people. Hope this is what you were looking for!

The message appeared on nearly all of the agents' monitors at exactly 2:53.

B&B are in the building.

The agents exchanged looks as discreetly as possible, knowing the message came from the doorman downstairs. He'd owed one of the betting agents a favor, so they'd convinced him to send them a message every time Agent Booth and his partner, Temperance Brennan, entered the building.

There were nearly fifty agents in on the bet. Some had been in it from the very first case; some had joined in recently. The stakes were raised nearly every month, sometimes by a dollar or two and sometimes by twenty. Agent Sam, who had been on it since the beginning, stood to earn nearly a thousand dollars. They changed the dates more or less every year, and his bet was on June 25...today.

Watching the two of them dance around the topic had been something nearly every agent enjoyed doing. The mood had changed, heating up and cooling down in what was nearly a cycle. When they'd come back and Hannah had followed, they'd been certain it had gotten to a freezing point. And then, to everyone's shock, Hannah had left and suddenly the heat had been turned up. The looks between them became more lingering, the touches more intimate, the smiles more shared. It had been thrilling for everyone in on the bet, as they eagerly waited for the day the partners would finally get together.

The elevator doors dinged and Agent Sam exchanged raised eyebrows with Agent Tucker, whose desk was in front of his. As discreetly as possible they turned to watch as the partners walked out, already bickering.

"Booth, you're being ridiculous."

"No I'm not, Bones! I don't want you spending money on me."

"But I can afford it-"

"I don't care. I'll feel like I owe you." Agent Booth leaned against the doorframe, raising a hand to massage his temples. "I don't want to owe you."

Temperance stood in front of him, looking down shyly. "You know," she murmured, her voice only barely reaching Agent Tucker's and Agent Sam's ears, "There are other ways to pay me back without using money."

Tucker's jaw dropped, but Sam, who was facing the partners, resisted mimicking the expression. The words were nearly innocent, but her tone of voice and the way she reached to play with his tie spelt out what she was implying in large, clear letters.

"Bones!" Agent Booth's voice dropped, and his hand reached to grasp her wrist. "People can hear us!"

"Not if we whisper." She smiled demurely, her hand resting on his chest. "We've done enough work today. Don't you want to go home?" She leaned in to whisper in his ear, and although Sam and Tucker couldn't hear them, by the look on Agent Booth's face they were far from appropriate for a work environment.

He swallowed, closing his eyes tightly, then gently pushed her away. "I'll grab my stuff and tell Hacker I'll be working at home for the rest of the day," he told her before turning away, rubbing the back of his neck and trying to hide the blush on his face.

Tucker looked up from his work, easily controlling the expression on his face. He turned his chair, smiling politely at Temperance. "Hello there, Doctor Brennan. Nice to see you around."

Temperance stared at him blankly, clearly not recognizing him, but nodded anyways.

Booth made his way out of the office, locking the door behind him and slinging a bag over his shoulder. "Let's go, Bones."

"Booth!" Tucker called, and Booth turned to look, eyes narrowing. He didn't recognize Tucker either (which made sense because they'd never really talked), but the friendliness Tucker exuded implied he should. "Look, man, it's my wife's birthday today and I promised her I'd take her out for dinner, but if I don't get this done in time I won't be able to go. You're leaving early, any chance you can just finish this stuff off for me?" He gestured to a pile of folders. Although it was small, both agents knew that the paperwork inside would be exhausting.

Booth swallowed, turning to look at his partner. She didn't say anything, simply staring back, before leaning in to whisper something again, her hand landing on his chest, and again Booth's face betrayed the dirty thoughts running through his head. She leaned back, pulling out her phone and tapping on it, and Booth turned back to Tucker, face red. "Sure, okay," he said quickly, voice tripping over his words.

Sam stifled his laugh behind his palm, watching as Booth stuffed the folders haphazardly into his bag before leading his partner towards the elevator. Tucker raised his eyebrows at Sam, the two sharing a smile.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention," Tucker said softly, pretending to call out to the partners who were sharing a smoldering look as the door closed behind them. "I'm not married."

That's what you get for not paying attention to your fellow colleagues, Agent Booth.