(Season 11)

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Aubrey sauntered into Booth's office and stopped dead in his tracks. "Oh my God, what are you eating?" The tantalizing smell of bacon mixed with other mysterious spices was making him so hungry.

Careful to finish chewing his bite of food, Booth help up his right hand. "It's a bacon taco. Crispy bacon, melted cheddar cheese, onions, pico de gallo on a grilled flour tortilla." He took another large bite and slowly chewed the delicious food.

"Oh my God. Where did you buy it?" Aubrey leaned over and peeked at the sack next to Booth's hand, but it was just a plain white bag with no logo. He salivated over the thought of crispy bacon in a tortilla with melted cheese. "Come on, Booth." He was anxious to try it as his stomach growled approval.

Finished with his taco, Booth pulled the third and last taco from the bag. Opening it, he noticed the cheese was still soft and gooey. "Remember last week when I was hungry and you had three hamburgers and you refused to share?"

"I was hungry." Aubrey had been starving at the time and he felt that Booth could have ordered lunch if he didn't have time to go get some.

"I'm hungry right now." Booth took a big bite from his taco and hummed. They were probably the best tacos he'd ever eaten.

Annoyed, Aubrey picked up the bag the tacos had been in. "At least tell me where you got them."

"I don't know where they came from." Booth felt full, but he was determined to finish the taco. "Bones dropped these off a few minutes ago. She said she was leaving the Jeffersonian when she spotted the truck and bought these for me. She knows I love bacon so bacon tacos. She threw them in the microwave for a few seconds to melt the cheese before she gave them to me. She's great isn't she?"

"Yeah, great." Aubrey back up towards the door. "I got stuff to do." As he left Booth's office, he pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and made a call.

Brennan.

"Hey Dr. B. this is Aubrey." He was hungry and he wasn't going to beat around the bush. "What was the name of the taco truck . . . the one you bought the tacos for Booth from."

I don't know.

Surprised, Aubrey gasped. "You don't know? It would have been written on the side of the truck."

I didn't care what the name of the truck was, Aubrey. I saw the word taco printed on the truck which was all the information I needed.

Well, that sucked. "Well, if you see it on the road, let me know what it's called and where it is." A sudden thought hit Aubrey. "Wait, I thought you have a photographic memory."

That only works if I actually read what it is I want to remember. I read the word Taco and that was fine. The back door was open so if there was a name on the other side I don't know what it was. The side of the truck had a large window and lists of menu items, but no logo. I didn't see a name or logo therefore there is nothing to remember.

Disappointed, Aubrey sighed. "Thanks Dr. B." He ended the call and heard his stomach protest. "Hey I tried, stop it."

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A week later and Aubrey once more found Booth eating a delicious bacon taco. "Come on, Dr. B bought you more tacos? Did she bring enough to share?"

Finishing off taco number two, Booth pulled a third taco from the bag. "Yes, they're from Bones. God, I love that woman and no she bought three tacos, just enough to feed me. She knows I'm going to be in meetings most of the day and she wants to make sure I eat. Isn't she wonderful?"

"Yes, wonderful." Aubrey sighed. "Did she mention the name of the truck?"

Swallowing the delicious bacon, Booth shook his head. "She said she bought them from the taco truck she stopped at last week." Booth pulled a piece of bacon from the tortilla and stared at it. "This bacon is so good. Thick and crispy just how I like it." He popped it into his mouth and chewed with pleasure.

His stomach growling, Aubrey felt like Booth was torturing him. "Come on, give me a bite at least so I know what I'm missing."

Tearing off a small piece, Booth handed it to his friend and popped the rest of the taco in his mouth.

Once in his mouth, Aubrey moaned in pleasure. "Oh my God. I need the name of that taco truck."

Booth shrugged his shoulders. "Can't help you. I don't know. Just know I have the best wife and partner ever."

Frustrated, Aubrey left the room and considered his options. Retrieving his phone from his jacket pocket, the Agent made a call.

Brennan.

"Hello Dr. B, it's me Aubrey." He said a quick prayer. "Did you see the name of the truck this time when you bought Booth tacos?"

Yes, I did.

His heart beating faster, Aubrey grinned. "Alright. What was the name of the truck?"

Tacos.

"Tacos? Are you kidding me?" Aubrey was starting to think he was being played. "The name of the truck was tacos?"

Yes. I'm busy Aubrey. I need to end this call.

The call ended before he was ready. Aubrey shook his phone. "Damn it." His stomach rumbled and Aubrey wasn't in the mood to hear it complaining. "I'm trying. Leave me alone."

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Four days went by and Brennan entered Booth's office carrying two white bags filled with tacos. "Here are six bacon tacos. Angela says she hopes you enjoy them and she thinks our joke is mean." She placed the bags on Booth's desk and sat down. They had been using Booth's morning meetings as a trigger for Brennan to bring tacos to him, but Angela had told them this would be the last day for their joke. She knew that Aubrey loved to eat and this joke might be going a little too far. She didn't think making Aubrey crazy was a good idea.

Checking each bag, Booth smiled. "I think she might be right, but I'm getting free tacos out of it so I'm good with it. Every time we go to a crime scene, Aubrey checks out all the taco trucks he sees. He made me late to our crime scene on Tuesday when he thought he had found the truck and Cam wasn't happy with us . . . still it is pretty funny how Aubrey keeps looking for your mysterious taco truck."

Brennan laughed. "We are very amusing." Brennan had come up with this particular joke after Booth had complained about how Aubrey usually didn't like to share his food, but expected him to share his food. "Angela makes delicious vegetarian tacos if you're interested. She has brought several to work as well as the bacon tacos and some fish tacos."

"Oh, fish tacos." Booth licked his lips. "I'll have to get her to make me some of those."

Booth saw Aubrey approaching his office and closed the bags of food. "Mayday Bones . . . Aubrey is coming up right behind you."

As he approached Booth's office, Aubrey realized that Booth had company. Picking up the pace he entered the office and noticed the two white bags on Booth's desk. "Dr. B., did you bring Booth some tacos?" The aromas in the room smelled so good and his stomach wanted whatever was in those bags. "I see you have two bags . . . I love tacos especially bacon tacos."

Amused, Brennan turned around on her chair and smiled at the agent. "I love tacos too as long as they are vegetarian." She didn't say anything else. She and Booth had agreed that they would see how far Aubrey would go to get some of the tacos.

Booth opened one of the bags, removed a taco, slowly removed the paper surrounding it and took a large bite. Moaning with pleasure, Booth winked at Brennan then swallowed. "Thank you for bringing me the tacos. I had that meeting this morning and missed breakfast . . . This is so good.

"You're welcome." Brennan could see Aubrey staring intently at Booth's taco. Turning to face her husband, she pointed at the second bag. "I brought extra tacos. I'm not sure why. Perhaps you could save them for lunch."

"Uh, Booth . . . I'll buy those tacos from you. They aren't very good if you let them sit around for hours . . . the tortilla gets soggy from the pico de gallo . . . they're just not as good as when they're fresh made . . . you know?"

His love of bacon made Booth hesitate. "I could always throw the tortilla way and just eat what's inside." He took another bite and wondered how far he should take the joke.

"Oh, you don't want to do that. You have to eat the taco with the tortilla to get the whole affect." Aubrey moved around the desk and stared at the unopened bag. "I'll give you twenty-five dollars."

"Twenty-five dollars?" That got Booth's attention. "You'd give me twenty-five dollars for three tacos?" That seemed fiscally irresponsible to him.

Aubrey knew he seemed too eager and Booth might string him along just because he could. "Really good tacos cost about six or seven dollars each . . . The price includes telling me where you got these tacos, Dr. B. I want to be able to buy them in the future. The next time you see the taco truck take a picture of it. I'll track it down from there."

The price offered seemed fair to Brennan and she knew the joke needed to end. "Give Booth the money, he will give you the tacos and I will tell you where I got the them."

Eager to finally get his hands on a whole bacon taco, Aubrey fished a twenty and a five out of his wallet, dropped the bills on Booth's desk and picked up the unopened bag. "Deal."

The transaction and the joke coming to an end, Brennan smiled. "I didn't buy the tacos from anyone. Angela made them for me. We got you Aubrey. This is a very funny joke."

Shocked, Aubrey held the bag against his chest. "You . . . you got these from Angela?" He had busted his butt for two weeks trying to find a taco truck that didn't exist." Opening the bag, he peeled back the paper on one of the taco and bit into it. His moan was so loud and ecstatic that Booth stared at his friend in shock.

"Damn Aubrey, want to be alone with your taco?" Booth shook his head. He loved food, but not like that.

"Yes, I would." Aubrey left the room munching on his taco. Booth had been right. They were so delicious and he needed the recipe. Once he was in his office, he placed the bag on his desk and pulled his phone from his pocket. "Angela, you are a taco genius. Could you teach me how to make these bacon tacos? They're the best ones I've ever eaten."

So, you know I made them?

Aubrey pulled another taco from the bag. "Yes, Dr. Brennan and Booth had their laugh and I guess it was funny in a weird kind of a way. Please tell me how to make these."

I'll send you the recipe. I'm glad you're not mad about the joke.

"Mad? Ha, I'm getting a recipe fit for the Gods." Aubrey didn't see a down side to the joke. "Thank you, Angela. The next time Dr. B wants to play a joke on me like this one please, feel free to participate." He took a bite of his taco. "Oh my God. These tacos are so good."

Okay, sure.

The call ended, Aubrey sat down, propped his feet on his desk and ate the rest of his tacos slowly to savor every bite. He knew he could never complain about a joke if he was rewarded in the end with food like this.

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