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Rummaging through his closet, Booth decided to be different for a change and wear one of his more colorful shirts. He'd stopped wearing them to work a long time ago and he wasn't sure why. Perhaps after his brain tumor or maybe before. That was a confusing time in his life and he still had blank spots in his memory. He knew that he'd changed after the surgery, but only because Brennan had told him he had. Well, that was water under the bridge.

The French blue shirt caught his eye and since he was determined to shake up his wardrobe for once, Booth pulled it from the back of his closet and removed the dry cleaning bag from around it. Slipping the shirt on, he glanced in the mirror and decided that the blue striped tie would go well with it. White shirts were fine, but let's face it, the blue shirt did make him look just a little bit sexier.

As he finished with his tie, Booth turned to move out of the bedroom and bumped into Brennan. He had been so absorbed with his tie that he hadn't noticed her standing near him. As he reached out to steady her, Booth apologized. "Geez Bones, I didn't see you standing there. I must be losing it if I didn't notice you there."

Her hand on his arm to steady herself, Brennan looked him down and up and smiled in appreciation. "You have a blue shirt on."

"Well Miss Obvious, I thought I'd be a little different today." As he moved closer to kiss her, Booth felt Brennan place her hand behind his head and her lips crash against his. His arm snaking around her to pull her closer against his body, Booth deepened the kiss.

"Mommy, I want cereal, but I can't reach the box." Christine was suddenly standing next to them and yanking the hem of Brennan's blouse.

Abruptly separating from Brennan, Booth coughed. "I'll get it for you, Honey." With a smile and a shrug of his shoulders, Booth moved around Brennan who turned and slowly followed her husband and child down the hallway. "I really love the shirt, Booth."

Christine now racing ahead of them, Booth paused and looked back at his wife. "Yeah, I know. I'm going to have to start wearing it more often for you." And me!

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Later that morning, they were at a crime scene and Brennan noticed that one of the female FBI Techs that worked crime scenes with them occasionally kept staring at Booth more than was necessary. To her annoyance, the tech kept finding things to show Booth and that made it hard to concentrate on the pile of body parts resting in the grass before her. Finally her anger boiling over, Brennan stood up and stalked over to where the Tech was presently showing Booth a piece of evidence she'd found under a piece of cardboard.

"Excuse me, but Dr. Hodgins is in charge of particulates and trace evidence." Brennan's eyes flashing, she pointed at the entomologist who was busily scooping up something into a container. "Show the particulates to Dr. Hodgins not Agent Booth. You are wasting his valuable time."

Her cheeks a bright scarlet color, the Tech turned and hurriedly walked over to where Hodgins was squatting to show him what she'd found.

"Um, Bones . . . she's just doing her job."

Crystal blue eyes now boring into her husband, Brennan lifted her chin. "Her job does not require her to waste your time or mine."

Startled, Booth stared at his partner. "Okaaaay . . . got it." Not exactly sure why Brennan was angry, Booth turned his attention back to his notes. "Got cause of death yet or do I need to wait until you've taken the body . . . um, well the body bits back to the Lab?"

The surrounding area quiet while everyone close by shamelessly eavesdropped on the partner's conversation, the techs and squints waited to see what would happen next.

"I will need to examine the remains at the Lab." Brennan was now calm and professional. "The body is badly damaged and it will take time to determine cause of death."

The pile of body bits looked like chewed up dog food to Booth so he understood the delay. "Okay." His attention captured by a State Policeman waving to him from the road, Booth nodded his head. "Got to go Bones."

As he walked away, Brennan realized she might have embarrassed Booth and she hadn't meant to do that. She had reacted to the considerable attention that had been lavished on him by the tech and she let her emotions overwhelm her. I was just being foolish. He is not interested in the Tech except in a professional way.

Squatting down next to one of the bigger piles of body parts, Brennan frowned at Cam's little smirk. "Booth needs to be able to do his job without unnecessary interruptions. I merely reminded the Tech that she needed to coordinate her search with Dr. Hodgins not Booth."

With great effort, Cam chose not to comment. She'd been mesmerized by Booth herself since he'd arrived on the scene and she was well aware that Booth looked absolutely delicious when he wore that French blue shirt. Forcing herself to look at the remains, Cam sighed. It's going to be a long day.

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That evening, after their children were safely in bed, Booth retired to the bedroom to get ready for his bath. As he was removing his shirt, Brennan entered the room and stood nearby. "The shirt is lovely Booth and one of my favorites, but since you are the head of Major Crimes I think your white shirts gives you more gravitas which is important."

Not unaware that he'd been the object of long looks from many of the women he'd come in contact with during the day, Booth schooled his face and threw his shirt on the bed. Settling on the mattress, he leaned over and removed his shoes. "I don't know, I don't think anyone gave me less respect today just because I was wearing a blue shirt."

Snatching the shirt from the bed, Brennan held it in her arms. "You may not have noticed, but you were the object of a lot of attention. You are quite impressive when you are wearing this shirt and of course that draws a lot of unprofessional looks from your co-workers and from suspects. It had to have been distracting for you since there was so much attention paid to you today . . . I mean more than normal since you are quite handsome even in a white shirt."

A smile now on his lips, Booth looked up and stared at his wife. The look on her face made him realize that the green eyed monster had been warring inside her all day. Slowly standing, Booth unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. "Well . . . gravitas is important." Stepping out of his pants, Booth moved over to where Brennan was standing. "Gravitas is very important."

Relieved that Booth was listening to her, Brennan dropped his shirt on the floor, moved her arms around his chest and leaned against him. "Yes, I wish you to get the respect you deserve at all times." Her eyes boring into his chocolate eyes, Brennan smiled. "Although if you would like to wear your blue shirt when we go out on dates I think that would be acceptable."

Amused, Booth pulled her firmly against his body. "Well, okay then. That's settled. I'll only wear the blue shirt for you and not my co-workers."

As their lips met, Brennan smiled.

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