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Booth goes to Brennan's photoshoot mentioned in The Master in the Slop

Calendar Girl

Booth stepped out of his truck, eyeing the non-descript building he had parked out front of. Not what he had in mind. He had always thought that glamourous photoshoots took place in equally glamourous buildings. The one he was standing in front of looked run down. He glanced at the address that the GPS on his phone had sent him to. He was at the right place. He took a few steps forward before he spotted Brennan's Prius parked round the corner. This had to be the right place.

When Brennan had first told him about her photoshoot for Science Monthly he could hardly believe she had agreed to it. She just didn't seem the type, not that he minded. His wife was about to be a calendar girl! He remembered when he was thirteen and his friend Brent Morrison brought a playboy calendar to school. If Brennan's photoshoot was going to be anything like that he had to be there to see it with his own eyes.

The thought of a photographer ogling his barely dressed wife was more than he could bear. He told himself he was simply there to protect her, as a husband should. Slipping off his sunglasses as he stepped into the darkened building, Booth could hear loud rock music blaring from the far end of the hallway.

Brennan had told him that Cam and Angela were also going to be photographed. He had seen Cam naked before, back when they had dated on and off. As such he hoped she wouldn't mind. As for Angela, he had been certain she wouldn't have minded. He mentally winced at the memory of his past with Cam but pushed the thought aside. He was there for Brennan. He just hoped there weren't any other female scientists there. He didn't want to be accused by Brennan of using her as an excuse to admire other women.

He walked towards the direction of the loud music. There were other rooms along the hallway and as he rounded the corner, he found himself at the door of the room from which the loud music was originating from. Cautiously, he pushed the door slightly open as he stuck his head through the doorway.

Glancing round he was relieved to see that there didn't seem to be anyone else other than the photographer, a younger man whom Booth assumed was the photographer's assistant and the subject of the photoshoot.

Booth's mouth went dry as he looked at Brennan. She was as scantily clad as it was legal in his opinion. The poses she was striking under the advice of the photographer were provocative and definitely meant to turn on any man who would eventually look at the finished calendar photo. Booth could already feel his body reacting to seeing his wife in her current state of undress.

Mesmerised, Booth failed to notice someone coming up behind him. Suddenly he felt someone yanking him backwards.

"This is a private photoshoot. No perverts allowed!" A man whom Booth recognised as a security guard shouted above the music. "Get outta here before I call the cops."

"I am the cops!" Angry, Booth flashed his badge.

"Look, I don't care for that. You're obviously a pervert, trying to sneak a peek."

"I'm not a pervert!"

The commotion drew the attention of the photographer's assistant.

"What's going on here? You know Raphael hates to be disturbed."

"Just getting his pervert outta here." The security guard explained.

"Will you stop calling me that?!" Booth pointed at Brennan. "That's my wife!"

"You expect me to believe you?" The assistant asked.

"Booth?!" Brennan had by now spotted him. Angrily, she marched towards the door.

"What's going on?" Raphael, the photographer exclaimed in an accent that Booth suspected was French. He stopped the loud music that was playing over the Bluetooth speakers.

"Booth what are you doing here? I specifically told you not to come."

"Do you know this man Ma'am?" The security guard asked.

"Yes. He's my husband."

"Told you." Booth smirked.

"You haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?" Brennan asked.

"I um…" Booth knew she was angry. "There's a dead body. I uh came to get you."

"We have a case?"

"Uh yeah."

"Dr Brennan!" Raphael called, "We're on a tight schedule. Dr Saroyan would be arriving shortly."

"If we have a case, it's unlikely Dr Saroyan would be here. She would be needed at the crime scene too."

Caught in his lie, Booth had no choice but to confess. "Bones, I'm sorry there's no dead body. I just wanted to come see your photoshoot."

Brennan glared at Booth.

"If you don't mind, I'd like you to wait outside. I should be done soon. We can discuss this later."

"Fine!" Angry too, Booth stalked back to his truck.

Still seething as he sat in the driver's seat of his car, Booth saw Cam pull up. Embarrassed he sunk lower down the seat.

"Seeley?" Cam asked as she approached him.

"Hi Camile."

"Here to keep an eye on Dr Brennan? I can't imagine she's too happy about that."

"You think?"

Cam laughed as she waved and ducked into the building. A couple of minutes later Brennan exited. She glared at Booth before walking towards him, getting into the passenger seat of the truck.

"I told you not to come." She said as she slammed the door shut.

"I had to. What if the photographer was some weirdo with a record for stalking women or something?"

"Seriously?"

"I just wanted to protect you. You're hot Bones and I'm sure I'm not the only guy who thinks that."

"I assure you my life was at no point endangered."

There was a moment of silence before Booth threw his hands up in the air. "Fine! Fine. I was jealous okay? The thought of my brand new wife being ogled at by some photographer and whoever else was there was too much for me okay? And I really, really wanted to see you in a bikini, striking those poses for a calendar. I mean how many guys can say they're married to a pinup girl huh?"

His last sentence was said with a measure of pride.

"I mean the picture of my wife in a bikini's gonna be on walls all over the country."

"You know I hate it when you're over-protective over me."

"I know, I know. I married you but you're not property or something that belongs to me."

"That is correct."

"Was it so wrong of me to wanna come see you? It's like every guy's dream. My wife's a calendar girl." He couldn't help but smile.

"I see the logic in your argument."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. It's typical alpha-male behaviour, showing off your mate whom you perceive as a prize catch. It enhances your status in the male hierarchy."

"I don't care about status and all that but you are a prize catch." He gave her his best charm smile.

Brennan smiled back, leaning towards him, she kissed him passionately. Slightly out of breath, Booth reluctantly broke the kiss.

"Bones, I was already turned on lookin' at you while Raphael was taking those pictures of you."

"The backseat of your truck is big enough. We have proven it before."

"Bones! The truck doesn't have tinted windows."

"That fact didn't stop us the last time."

"The last time we were parked in our garage. It's broad daylight now and Cam's in there. She could be out any minute."

"Fine." Brennan opened the passenger side door. "Raphael provided me with copies of the photoshoot. He wanted me to select three of my favourite which he would then provide to the magazine's editor. He would then chose from the three which would be eventually used in the calendar. I'm to be Ms October."

"October?" Booth grinned. "My favourite month of the year."

"Perhaps you'd like to help me in my selection process."

"You kiddin' me? Of course I'd help." Booth gleefully agreed. "And maybe you could strike those poses you did just now, you know, for my eyes only?"

"I'll drive my car home. Meet me there?"

"I've got a better idea Bones. I'll drive home with my sirens on and you follow behind okay? We'll get home faster that way."

"That's an excellent idea."