(After Season 6)

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As he carefully zipped up his jeans, Brennan stepped into the bedroom from the hallway and stopped just inside the doorway. "Why are you going commando?"

His pants safely zipped up, Booth turned and placed his hands on his hips. "Because we need to do laundry and someone threw away my emergency underwear, so I have to go to commando."

"I threw away two pair of your underwear that were less than ideal." Brennan thought it odd that he didn't realize that it had to have been her. "They had holes in them, they were more immodest than modest."

Shaking his head, Booth knew it was useless to argue, but what the hell. It was his clothes and she had no right to throw his stuff away. "As long as the underwear protected my boys then that's all that mattered. I only used them when I had to. Now I have to go to the store and buy more underwear and we need to do laundry."

"It is not necessary to keep clothes with holes in them when you can buy new ones." Booth puzzled her sometimes. He was very fastidious about his clothes and yet he owned clothes with holes in them. Granted he used them when he worked on his car, but she found that it was odd to see him wearing clothes like that. "I think we need to also come up with a work schedule for home. This haphazard schedule we are using right now it not really working. Washing our clothes when we run out of clean clothes is not very inefficient."

Booth agreed, but lately their work schedule had left them with little time to do anything else. "Yeah, we're going to have to come up with something. I can't go commando too often. I never know when you might want to strip off my clothes in the Lab. Don't want to give the squints a show that's for sure."

Amused, Brennan chuckled. "It was only once and you were covered in evidence."

Pulling a t-shirt over his head, Booth grinned after his shirt was in place. "You were just looking for an excuse to strip me down."

"I was not." Brennan shook her head in denial. "You were covered in evidence and I had to recover it. You couldn't remain in your clothes. They were covered in blood and flesh."

The memory all too vivid, Booth scrunched his nose. "Ruined my suit too. It was one of my favorite suits too . . . oh well." That case had been pretty disgusting. An exterminator had been murdered by being blown up and he had been speckled with the man's remains. Not a very happy Christmas that year for the victim's mother or anyone else associated with the crime. "We solved that case and that's all that matters."

"I actually have a load of clothes in the washing machine right now." It was Saturday and Brennan was determined to do all of the chores they had let slip by for the last two weeks. "Once we clean this apartment, we can go over to my apartment and clean it. We'll do all of the laundry here and there and once we are done we'll go shopping for groceries and underwear for both you and me."

"Oh my God, Bones." Booth let his eyes rove down his girlfriend's body and settled on her hips. "Are you going commando too?"

Since there was no use denying it, Brennan stepped past Booth and moved over to the bed where she began to strip it of its sheets, so she could wash them. "Yes, occasionally I have found myself in a situation that requires me to forego wearing panties. Our job is very time consuming and sometimes it is a while before I can do laundry. Like I said, we really need to come up with a schedule to take care of our basic needs." Pausing she placed her hand over her stomach. "We will be parents soon and we will be responsible for the care of our child. If we don't get into a routine now we will be in desperate straits if we run out of diapers and baby clothes later. We will only have ourselves to blame."

Booth agreed with the situation. "Yeah, you're right. The only thing is, you need to keep in mind that we can come up with a schedule and we can try to follow it, but me may end up letting some things go because we just don't have the time to do them. Let's worry about the basic stuff first and if the place looks a little sloppy and lived in well . . . we'll have to live with it. We're really busy and once the baby is here, it's going to get worse."

Reluctantly, Brennan had to agree with her boyfriend. "Yes, I see your point. We will try to make sure our place is clean and that our needs are met, but we may not have time to keep it spotless."

Amused, Booth chuckled. "Yeah, you've seen my place enough to know, spotless it ain't. My place is clean, but it would never make it into a fashion magazine. Not like yours or least like yours used to look. I'm afraid I'm kind of a slob and I own a lot of stuff . . . we'll work it out." Booth moved over to the bed and helped finished stripping it. Once that was done, he pointed at the bundle of sheets. "You go put these in the laundry room and I'll remake the bed . . . We're a team, we'll work as a team."

As she gathered the sheets into her arms, Brennan stared at Booth's hips and had a few naughty thoughts run through her mind. She remembered when Booth had told the 'truth only people' that he went commando sometimes when he ran out of clean underwear, but now that she had seen him do it, she found it to be a very interesting situation. She might just have to talk him into allowing her to recreate that situation in the Lab when she had to strip him to maintain the integrity of the evidence he had on his clothes. She would certainly like to strip him of his clothes when she knew that he was not wearing any underwear under his pants. It just seemed like something that she needed to do at least once.

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