I am by no means starting this up again in any real sense, but I find this lockdown has left me with extra time on my hands. Shocking, I know. I'd say it'll likely be two or three chapters and then I'll be done.

Bones, including every one of its fine parts, still isn't mine

"Bones," Booth acknowledged as he strode into her office. He studied her for a second then went to sit beside her on the couch. She raised her eyebrows at him in response and threw the journal she had been reading down on the solid coffee table.

"So..." Booth tried again. Brennan's eyes met his briefly but made no other reply.

They sat quietly for a number of seconds, the atmosphere strained.

"I would like to start by saying..." Brennan began, at the same time Booth said, "So, the other day..."

They both chuckled and eyed each other with a smile. Brennan broke the eye contact first and glanced down, nibbling on her lip. She looked back at her partner and had to consciously stop herself from gasping aloud.

Booth was staring at her mouth. Hungrily. Ravenously. His brown eyes had darkened considerably.

Brennan's stomach fluttered.

"Booth," she breathed, studying his lips with a decidedly greedy expression of her own.

Dazed, Booth moved to close the space between them but Brennan stopped him with a hand on his chest, jerking her head towards the windows.

Booth let out a little sigh of disappointment before squeaking in surprise as his partner's hands reached out to grab the lapels of his jacket, pulling him down on top of her as she lay backwards onto the couch seat. He shifted his legs up onto the seat with a grunt.

Their mouths fused, tongues fighting for dominance, as their ragged breathing filled the air. Brennan had had the foresight to release one of her hands before Booth crashed onto her and was wantonly stroking and squeezing his backside. She had also widened her hips, allowing her legs to wrap around his.

Booth felt like he was short-circuiting. His brain had exited the building and there seemed to be no blood left in the upper half of his body. He was conscious that Brennan had the advantage over him.

He attempted to free his hands but found himself pinned by his own weight. He tried to wriggle his hands out but his partner thought he was stroking her breasts and moved her free arm from his ass to wrap tightly around his neck, sighing in response to his actions.

"Bonesh! Bonesh! Muh hanch!" he sought to verbalise his predicament but his words came out distorted as his partner had his lower lip gripped between her teeth.

He attempted to shimmy, which Brennan appeared to take as a very encouraging development and tightened her legs around him with a groan.

She was like a limpet!

He started a slight rocking movement from side to side and felt the vice-like grip of her legs loosen slightly.

Success!

Emboldened, he rocked further. Then, when he had a decent rhythm going, he threw his shoulder back on the downward motion and tried to squirm his right hand to freedom. Unfortunately, his weight and momentum carried him farther than he had anticipated and, with a shout and a scream, both partners hurtled unceremoniously off the couch.

This was how, seconds later, Dr. Jack Hodgins came to find the wayward pair sprawled on the floor, slightly wedged, between the couch and the coffee table.

"I heard a...ha! I could ask what's going on but I think I can guess," Hodgins smirked, trying and failing to keep the laughter out of voice. In fairness, he didn't try all that hard.

There were indignant squawks from the floor.

With a grin, Hodgins pulled the coffee table away from the couch, giving the red-faced partners space to scramble to their feet.

"I can explain!" Booth exclaimed, raising a hand at Hodgins as though halting his rebuttal.

Hodgins just tilted his chin up in response, daring the agent to continue.

Booth stayed silent a moment, the cogs visibly working behind his forehead.

"Actually...actually, no I can't," he finished somewhat lamely as he made several attempts to catch Brennan's wrists from where she was vigorously attempting to brush down his trousers.

Hodgins snorted in response.

"I can!" Brennan piped up eagerly before Booth hurriedly covered her mouth with his hand.

"Research!" he bellowed lamely, glancing wide-eyed at Brennan for confirmation. Her ruffled eyebrows did little to help his story.

"Hmm?" Hodgins enquired, tilting his head, more than happy to let Booth dig himself deeper.

"We were doing research!" Booth repeated triumphantly. There was a distinctive "tsk" sound heard behind the hand covering Brennan's mouth.

Hodgins tilted his head further, mouth scrunched as though pondering the merits of this. Finally, he nodded, then started to move towards the door.

Behind him, he heard Booth exhale loudly.

Hodgins exited the room, before sticking his head back in to twist the knife.

"Do you normally get lipstick all over your mouth doing research or was this a special occasion?"

Booth's eyes saucered.

"Aw, sh-"