(After "The Party in the Pants")

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What were the odds? I mean really what were the odds that he would be able to find something like that on the internet? It just boggled his mind. What really threw him was the fact that this video hadn't been seen by millions of viewers, but instead had only been viewed by a few hundred.

When Brennan had told him that she had done a gig while in school as a fan dancer he'd been too afraid to talk to her about it. That week had been bad starting with the appearance of his mother and the week had got progressively worse. The thought of his partner, the mother of his daughter actually stripping for strangers was more than he could handle at the time.

Later he had time to think about it and this was the result of his curiosity. There she was standing on the stage for all the world to see. Granted you couldn't really see her face clearly, but he didn't need to. He'd stared at that beautiful face for years and he knew it was her. She was probably twenty-one in the video, so already a beautiful woman and the hints of her voluptuous curves as the fans swayed around her clinched it for him.

Glimpses of skin quickly hidden by white feathers. A peek of the side of her breast, a slight look at her curvaceous hip, a momentary sighting of her bare left leg, the quick appearance of her flat stomach and Booth was gripping his hands on the sides of his keyboard. He'd been in a physical relationship with her for two years and it didn't stop him from being mesmerized as he continued to watch her act.

Her radiant smile made her look so young and so happy and he knew she probably was. Anthropology was her thing and to work as a stripper for one day was probably a feather in her cap (so to speak).

Still, there she was on the internet for all the world to see if they wanted to. It infuriated him that someone had filmed her act and had posted it on the internet. Some of the comments were unflattering because of her awkwardness and some comments made him want to track down the owners of the words and put a bullet in their fucking brain.

This was not good.

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Booth waited until he knew Brennan was in Bones Storage working on an unknown before he came to the Lab. As quietly as possible, he had moved down the hallway and ducked into Angela's office. Relieved to find her there, Booth closed the door behind him and advanced towards her desk. "Angela, I need your help."

Surprised to see him, Angela looked up from her bank statement and smiled. "Good, I hate balancing my check book." When he didn't return her smile, Angela knew he was upset. "What's wrong?"

With a quick glance at the empty hallway, Booth moved around her desk and stood beside her. Pointing at her PC, he cleared his throat. "I have something I need you to see and um . . . I want you to hack in and delete something."

A little alarmed, Angela wheeled her chair back and gave him access to her keyboard. "You do know that's against the law?"

He knew he was risking them both, but he needed help. "I know . . . when you see this, then maybe you'll get why." Once more he made sure no one was standing outside the door, then quickly entered the URL and hit enter. Impatiently he waited for the video to appear. Clicking onto the arrow it started.

At first Angela was confused. "Hey, what's the idea of showing me a stripper on my computer? You do know that this is pornography and . . ." Her mouth fell open and she stared in disbelief. "No . . . no this isn't . . . it can't be . . . is it?" She turned to stare at Booth. "No way."

"Yes way." Booth sighed and crossed his arms. "Bones mentioned that she stripped once for some class project and . . . and I wanted to see if it was possible that it had been recorded and . . ." Booth rubbed his forehead. "She's a famous author and considered the best forensic anthropologist in the country . . . if anyone figures out that this young woman is Bones . . ." He couldn't finish.

Angela turned her attention back to the screen and realized that Booth was right. They needed to protect Brennan even if Brennan didn't think she needed it. "Yeah . . . um . . . okay . . . just don't worry about it . . . okay?"

Not sure if she was telling him she was going to get rid of it, Booth opened his mouth and then closed it. "I trust you Angela."

She knew he was worried about what he was asking her to do, but in the mean time, she wasn't sure she should verbally agree to do it. If it was ever traced back to her, she need to be able to deny it. "Yes . . . thank you for showing me this. It's interesting, but still whoever posted it had the right to do so . . . well probably." She moved her finger over the delete button and caught his eyes. "You understand?"

Relieved, Booth smiled. "Yeah . . . thank you Angela."

"Not a problem. Have a nice day." Angela moved closer so she had full access to her keyboard. Turning her head, she stared at Booth. "Accidents happen."

A grim smile on his face, Booth nodded his head. "You're the best."

"I know." Angela would take care of it because Brennan was her best friend and she'd done much worse in her day to protect her.

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Booth periodically checked the URL during the afternoon. The video would appear and he would close it. He became anxious that Angela would change her mind until 3:14 pm when the video failed to come up. Flooded with a sense of relief, Booth smiled and patted the side of his PC. "Thanks Angela."

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Confident she was doing the right thing, Angela entered Booth's office and closed the door behind her. "Hey Booth."

He hadn't expected her to come to his office, but since she had, Booth took the opportunity to thank her. "Hey, I saw it's down. Thanks."

Angela sat down on the chair across from his desk and placed a DVD on the top of his desk. "Not a problem . . . well there was a problem and you to need to know what I did and why . . . not to go into too great a detail, I found out who posted it, hacked his computer and deleted the original video plus over one hundred other videos. Next I did a very bad thing . . . want to know what it was?"

Nervous about her tone of voice and what she might have done, Booth nodded his head and waited for her tell him.

Amused at his expression, Angela smiled. "I sent him some malware that basically destroyed his hard drive. Considering all the pervy videos he had on there . . . well, I was doing everyone a service. Just from the few I checked, he had a lot of videos of young women doing a strip routine at clubs. It couldn't have been legal. I'm sure they didn't give him permission to do that."

"No, probably not." Booth would have liked to send Vice after him, but he knew he couldn't, not without implicating Angela and himself in some illegal hacking. "What's on the DVD?"

A flash of a bright smile, Angela leaned over and nudged the DVD case towards Booth. "I thought you might like a copy of Brennan's act."

Surprised, Booth picked it up and glanced at his friend. "I hope this is the only copy."

"Of course." Angela stood up. "You do know Brennan would be upset with us if she knew what we'd done."

Booth shrugged his shoulders. "I have no intention of telling her." Booth placed the DVD in the top drawer of his desk and locked it. "Are you?"

Angela smiled. "Of course not." Her good deed done for the day, Angela turned to leave. As she started for the door a sudden thought hit her. With a sly smile on her lips, she stopped and turned to look at Booth. "You don't have anything on the internet I should look for do you? Sex tapes . . . maybe a little male strip club part time job?"

Indignantly, Booth huffed. "No!"

Angela turned and opened the door. Her laughter filling the room, she left Booth's office and continued to laugh as she moved towards the elevator causing heads in the bullpen to turn and track her.

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