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Chapter 52: Fun in the Shower- Smut Version

"She is dangerous, Booth," Sweets said looking at the two of them sitting on the loveseat.

"What are you talking about, Sweets?"

"Hannah Burley seems to have some strange fixation on the two of you and it seems to be getting worse," Sweets said pushing his finger tips together. Angela cleared her throat and gave him a look.

"Hey I am not analyzing them. I am trying to help. I think Hannah Burley could be dangerous," Sweets said.

"Phsstt, what is she going to do write them to death?" Hodgins said with a laugh.

"Articles in the newspapers can have detrimental effects on peoples careers and personal lives, Dr. Hodgins. Dr. Brennan has both a high profile job and because of her celebrity status as an author, her personal life has become gossip fodder," Sweets said cocking his head.

"We have no evidence to support that other than a gut feeling and the soft science of psychology," Brennan mumbled. Booth rolled his eyes at her mumble as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Either way we'll be keeping an eye on her," Booth grunted. Brennan pulled her head from Booth's lap as he put the recliner into an upright position.

"I'll be right back," he mumbled as he stood up. He walked out the door and Brennan sat back glancing at the clock on the table next to what had been her bed. The computer beeped and Brennan opened the connection to see a very frazzled Wendell on the line.

"What's wrong, Wendell," Cam asked him.

"They brought in a body, they didn't call me to the scene and since Dr. Brennan is gone they messed up the evidence gathering. Sully is going nuts calling every," he was interrupted by the phone.

"Wendell, set up a link to Sully at the Hoover," Brennan said with a sigh. She watched as he clicked then the screen split and Sully appeared.

"Tim Sullivan, what do you think you are doing to Dr. Bray? You KNOW better," Brennan snapped out with authority. There came a set of OOOOOO's from outside the tent at her tone of voice. Brennan closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"Tempe! I'm glad to see that you're okay. I heard that you had been injured in Maluku then nothing," Sully said in a soft voice. She glared at him for trying to change the subject.

"Why did you go to a scene and leave Wendell at the lab? Why did you let the techs trample all over the scene? The evidence has been compromised, now the investigation is going to take that much longer. Calling every five minutes will not get your update any faster, in fact it will slow down the process," Brennan said with a stern glare.

"Hey, they are new techs, they had already began evidence gathering by the time I got there. I didn't call Wendell because it had skin," he said in his own defense.

"That does not matter. Next time your first call should be to Wendell," she growled.

"Tattle-tail," Sully muttered towards Wendell.

"No, he was right to contact us. There was a breach in the evidence collection process. The evidence may be inconclusive or inadmissible now," Cam said with a sigh.

"We will try to help from here but not being there may slow us down. So please let Wendell call you when he has something," Brennan said with a sigh. Sully nodded and closed the connection with a frown.

"Okay Wendell, let's get to work," Hodgins sighed.

They gathered around the huge TV and began examining the body giving instructions to Wendell. Hearing a knock on the door Angela called out for the person to enter. Parks opened the door and stepped in to see the squints gathered around the tv which had a mostly decomposed body on it, in HD.

"Oh lord, that is nasty. Where is Booth?" Parks asked his face turning a faint shade of green.

"Bathroom," Brennan said as she bent over to look closer. Parks did an about face and opened the door to Booth standing on the other side. Booth stepped in, glancing at Parks face looked around.

"What did you want, Parks?" Booth asked trying not to laugh at the color of Parks skin.

"I want to get out of here before I throw up," Parks said behind his hand trying to stiffle his gag response.

"Okay, it's dinner time anyway let's head over to the mess tent. Bones, this isn't DC you have to eat when they're serving dinner," he admonished. She nodded at him over her shoulder.

"We'll be there in a few minutes," she told him.

Booth and Parks left the tent hearing the squints giving Wendell directions to get the evidence he needed. Booth and Parks had just sat down with their coffee when the squints walked in discussing the case and Sully's treatment of Wendell. The group sat down at the table with Booth and Parks. Angela started to giggle when she saw Brennan, her usually distant friend, snuggle between the two men.

"Bren, would have never taken you for a snuggler. Especially with two men," Angela said with a grin. Cam choked on her food and tried not to laugh at the insinuation. Everyone then turned to look at Parks who was pushing his food around on his plate.

"You should have warned him. Not everyone has your stomachs for that sort of thing," Booth said with a frown.

"Sorry man," Hodgins apologized and Parks nodded his head.

"So, Parks has been telling me that Hannah has been poking around this unit and my unit asking questions about us," Booth said quietly.

"No one is talking to her but she is asking which means that she's asking everyone else as well," Parks grunted out. The squints chewed their food and Booth could see their minds quickly turning.

"Shit, the brain trust is going a mile a minute," Booth muttered. Parks looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"The genius's are all thinking at the same time. Not good for Ms. Burley," Booth told him and Parks grinned.

"You might want to let the guys know that they'll probably be working with Wendell tonight, so no games or movies," Booth said with a sigh.

"Speaking of, Davis told me to give this to you, but he wants it back in good condition no dog earring or anything like that," Parks said handing him a book.

Turning it over he smirked towards Brennan who saw the book and pouted. Finishing their dinners everyone at the table left the mess tent and went their separate ways. Parks went to tell the guys they were working. The team headed back to the tent and Booth followed. Sitting down he began to read, half listening to their conversation with Wendell.

"Let me see that picture, Wendell," Angela said quickly. Wendell pushed a few buttons and a crime scene photo popped up. The squints looked at it and groaned as they realized that the last five hours had been a waste.

"It is a suicide, Wendell," Booth told him after seeing the picture.

"He's right," Brennan agreed. Wendell clicked on the screen and it split, then there was a ringing which was answered.

"Sully," came the voice.

"It's a suicide, Sully. They removed the rope and it is not in the evidence collection," Brennan stated in a cold tone.

"Tempe?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Are you really okay?" Sully asked in a low tone.

"This is a conference call, Sullivan," Booth called out.

"Oh, how did you do that?" Sully asked in a surprised tone.

"It's the Jeffersonian, Sully there's a lot we can do," Angela smirked out.

"Okay, so we're done here right?" Wendell asked in a tired and irritated tone.

"Yes Wendell, go get some sleep," Booth told him.

Booth clicked through the buttons on the remote from the arm of the loveseat and shut down the connection. He smirked at the thought of being the one to hang up on Sully. Brennan walked over to where Booth was and softly prodded at the back of his head with her fingers. She was leaned over him with her chest in his face.

"Ow Bones, that hurts," he grunted.

"Stop being such an infant," Brennan teased him.

"Baby Bones, it's stop being such a baby," Booth corrected with a wince.

"Tomorrow we'll go get a set of x-rays and if they look good we'll see about getting you a softer brace to sleep in. It will help build up your neck muscles," she said as she pulled back.

"Hey! I was enjoying that," Booth complained and the others in the tent laughed at him.

Grabbing her shorts and tank top Brennan sat down next to Booth on the loveseat. Pulling a sheet over her head she changed into her sleeping clothes. When she finished she popped out from under the sheet to see the squints doing something similar.

"We'll have to set up something for changing," she muttered.

"I do hope that you all realize that this is not how it is here normally," Booth said with a frown.

"What do you mean g-man?" Angela asked with a confused look on her face.

"Well, these beds are much better than what the military issues. Bones had them shipped in for some of us. She pretty much made you comfortable. Usually the only fans are hand held ones," Booth explained.

"We know that Booth, and we really appreciate it. That's why we don't mind the guys coming in here with us," Angela said softly. Booth gave her a nod and a soft smile of thanks. Brennan stood up and hit the lights. Walking back to the loveseat she reclined it back so it was even with Booth.

Afghanistan: August 1st

Booth came awake to the sound of reveille and groans from the beds around him. He chuckled at the groan coming from the general direction of his chest. Brennan sat up and waited for everyone to grab their things and head for the showers. She stood up and gathered their things then turned to him with a raised brow. He grunted as he got up but followed her to the showers.

"So how are you planning on doing this since I don't have a massage chair," Booth asked curiously.

"We will be using a metal folding chair," she told him. He groaned at the thought of sitting on a metal chair with nothing between it and his skin. He walked into the showers and checked to see who was in there.

"Hey, ya'll don't mind if Bones helps me do you?"

"No, you lucky bastard," Williamson hollered out from a shower towards the back.

"As long as she promises to peek," Turner hollered.

"No, I don't mind but I don't want her seeing me," Hodgins yelled.

There was laughing all around. Booth chuckled then gestured for Brennan to follow him in. Looking around Booth found a shower with a folding chair leaning next to it. Wondering who had thought of that he grabbed the chair and walked into the shower with Brennan following him in. Putting Booth's shower items in the shower, Brennan gestured for him to go first.

He washed everything he could reach then opened the curtain. She handed him the chair then quickly stripped. A wolfish grin was pasted on his face when she stepped into the shower. Shaking her head she removed his brace and washed his hair with one hand while supporting his head with the other . He took full advantage of the situation as it presented itself. She hissed out a quiet groan between her teeth.

"Booth, behave yourself," she said smacking his hands as they roamed the slopes and valleys of her body.

"No Booth, don't behave you lucky bastard," Turner hollered.

"Guys don't try to live vicariously through them. It took them five years to have sex-"

"HODGINS," Booth barked out. He hissed between his teeth from the pain that shot through his skull.

"What? I'm just saying," Hodgins said sheepishly as the men laughed in the stalls around them. Booth rolled his eyes then ran his hands down the front of her paying special attention to her breasts. Bitting her lip, Brennan tried to keep from moaning. Leaning over still holding his neck she bit his earlobe.

"Stop! Your in no condition," she whispered in his ear.

"Hey you two got quiet in there. Do you need help?" Turner called through the curtain as he walked by.

"No," they said in unison, to the sounds of the men's laughter. Reaching over his head she pointed the showerhead so that it was hitting his back. Grabbing his razor and shaving cream , she held them out for him to hold. Presenting her palm she waited for him to put some shaving cream in it. Booth raised an eyebrow at her in question.

"Shaving cream, Booth. Unless you would prefer I use nothing," Brennan said with a smirk.

"No, that's okay," Booth replied, as he pressed the button to dispense some in her hand. Carefully she applied the shaving cream to his face and neck as she gently held the back of his head.

"You know I trust you right? I mean I'm letting you near my face with a razor," Booth said in a teasing tone.

"Damn Sarge, a shave too? You really do suck," Turner called out with what sounded like a mouth full of toothpaste. Brennan carefully applied the blade to Booth's face and neck.

"I'll never be able to shave without getting turned on now. Thanks, Bones," Booth said with a smirk as she rinsed the left over shaving cream from his face.

"Private Turner, it is not polite to listen to other peoples showers," Brennan chastised as she reached for a towel. The sound of men's laughter drifted around them as Brennan dried Booth's hair, neck and shoulders.

"Wait, was that a woman's voice?" An unknown voice called out from the shower area.

"Jenkins, mind your biddness," Williamson called from his corner of the showers.

Booth growled in frustration as Brennan held his head while waiting for him to put the brace back on. Placing a soft kiss on his lips, she dropped the towel in his lap, then shooed him from the shower.

Closing the chair up with a snap, Brennan placed it outside of the shower in the dressing area where Booth stood. She was washing her hair when she felt very large warm hands on her body. Opening her eyes Brennan glared at Booth.

"Are intentionally being very tanget, Booth?"

"Couldn't tell you Bones, couldn't tell you," he said with desire filled eyes. She laughed realizing he didn't understand the question and did not care to understand the question.

"Dr. Brennan ask if you're being handsy, Sarge," Goodman called out as he walked by the shower.

Booth closed his eyes and mouthed a curse causing her to giggle. She rinsed off and stepped out to dry herself off. Running the towel over her body Brennan realized she had extra hands. She glared at him and he gave her his goofy grin. Shaking her head she bent over to pull on her shorts, she found her hips grabbed and a very firm erection pressed against her butt.

The light bulb went off in her head and she grinned devilishly. Turning her head she shot Booth that same grin over her shoulder. Smiling wolfishly he leaned over her back and slid his hand between her legs. Feeling her folds get wet immediately, he pushed his fingers into her and began stroking in an in and out motion. Feeling her walls starting to clench he withdrew his fingers and moved them up to her clit.

Moving his fingers in small tight circles Booth felt her begin to tense up. She bit back a groan as she felt her release building. When Booth was sure she was close he grabbed her hips and slid home in one swift thrust stopping just short of their bodies touching. Thrusting into her hard and fast, he was careful to keep their bodies from smacking together.

She rolled her eyes back into her head in pleasure. Feeling her begin to clench around his length again, he began to thrust faster. Clenching tight around him with no noise at all, Brennan orgasmed and pulled him right over the edge with her. Spilling into her they both had to hold back their groans of completion. Shuddering one last time, Brennan stood up causing Booth to withdraw.

He shivered at the sensation then wrapped his arms around her. She grinned and placed a soft kiss on the arm wrapped around her shoulders. After pulling on her shorts and tank top.

Brennan handed Booth a pair of boxers. Looking at them Booth roared in laughter, one leg read, the man, with a finger pointing up the other leg read, the legend, with a hand pointed towards the crotch. He pulled them on followed by his fatigues, stopping when he reached his shirt.

Sitting on the bench he removed the neck brace. She stepped forward and gently pulled the shirt over his head. While she held his head he slid his arms through the sleeves. Leaning over him still holding his head she placed a passionate kiss on his lips which Booth returned with equal vigor. Moving her arms around the back of his neck she cradeled his head in her hands kissing him until the curtain twitched causing them to pull apart.

With a sigh Booth reached over and put the brace back on with a sigh. Moving the chair to the outside of the shower she returned and gathered up their supplies. Leaving the showers they made their way towards the tent. Upon reaching the tent Booth went over to the mess tent and Brennan slipped into their tent to drop off the shower supplies.

Leaving the tent she caught up with Booth in the mess tent. Booth got his breakfast and sat down one seat from Parks. Parks glanced at him and smirked to which he raised one eyebrow. Brennan sat down between them with a cup of coffee and leaned her head on his shoulder. Goodman snorted at her and grinned. She looked at him with heavy lidded eyes. Angela glanced at the pair and a slow smirk spread across her face.

"So, Bren you look like your glowing there sweetie. Did you have shower sex?"


A/N: Okay so we're nearing the end and I think I've convoluted everything enough that you all won't see what's coming in the sequel at all =P hopefully. Anyway onto tomorrow's chapter...temper tantrums, newspaper articles, head stands, alpha tendencies, meeting of the bosses, testosterone overload, Parks teasing Booth, apologies,demands, x-rays.
So that was a weird list now that I look at it...lol..you'll have to read tomorrow to see how they're tied together.

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