A/N: Ask and ye shall receive. A lot of you asked about revenge…and here it is. We hope that you all like it as much as Goldy and I liked writing it.

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Brennan walked into the Medico-Legal Lab of the Jeffersonian Institute in a surprisingly good mood. After her embarrassing moment a week ago that involved the start of her period, lacking proper items, and Booth getting a black eye from a crazed woman in the women's restroom, she was more than relieved when Booth got called away on a case. One solid week without Seeley Booth teasing her about the incident, although she was pretty sure that she hadn't heard the last of it. Brennan waved to Zack as she made her way to her office.

"Dr. Brennan," a deep voice said from behind her. She turned to see Dr. Goodman coming up to her.

"Good morning, sir," she said.

"I have some reports that need your signature. I was wondering if you could take a moment to sign them." Brennan held out her hand for the reports and placed them on her desk. She reached to her pen cup and picked up an item from it. As she went to remove the cap, she looked at it. A tampon. Slowly her eyes ascended until they met those of Dr. Goodman.

"Good God, Dr. Brennan," Goodman said. "I'm used to the details of the female monthly cycle. If you go through all those,"- he nodded toward the cup full of tampons, - "then may I suggest setting up an appointment." Goodman pulled a pen from his pocket and held it out to a very red Brennan.

"Thanks," she mumbled, accepting the pen, scrawling her signature across the indicated pages. She handed both pen and folder back, without meeting his eyes. Goodman walked out of the office, shaking his head. As he shut the door, she looked back at the pen cup. Booth. He was so dead the next time she saw him. Slowly, she stood, taking a moment to ease off the embarrassment before putting on her lab coat and stalking off to bones storage. As she made her way there, her assistant, Zach Addy joined her.

"Dr. Brennan, I have the results back for our current John Doe."

"Have you seen Booth today?" she asked. Zack was taken back by the question.

"No, I thought Agent Booth was out of town this week." Brennan shook her head to clear it.

"Tell me about John Doe," she said. Zack rattled off the results, with Brennan nodding from time to time. They entered the room that the remains are kept in and they both came to a stop. There, on one of the metal tables, was a skeleton made up of feminine pads. Closing her eyes, Brennan let out a frustrated growl.

"Are those," Zack started, but stopped when Brennan glared at him. The boy-faced squint dropped his eyes and left the room. Brennan pulled out her phone.

"Where the hell are you?" she demanded as soon as Booth picked up.

"I'm still in New York, why?"

"I don't know how you managed this, but I swear to God, you will regret it."

"You don't believe in God."

"Figure of speech." She slammed the phone down and began to remove the feminine pads from the examination table, muttering under her breath. He is gonna get it. He's dead. When he gets back from New York, he's dead. She stormed from bone storage and back to the examination platform. If he's in New York, then how did he set his up? Brennan looked up at the platform and a though filled her mind. Angela. Tempe stormed over to her friend. "Did you have anything to do with this?" Brennan held out a pad to show to Angela. Angela looked at it for a moment.

"Sweetie, generally those have to do with a feminine biological process. That's not something I have the ability to control."

Brennan closed her eyes briefly, trying to control her anger. "I mean," she started slowly, "Did you have anything to do with them being laid out like a skeleton?" Angela looked at her a moment and then busted out laughing.

"You're kidding right? Because that is too funny."

"If I find out that you're working with Booth…" Angela held up her hands in defense.

"Whoa, I haven't seen or talked to Fine-BI agent in a week." A snort from the side caught Brennan's attention.

"Hodgins," she said under her breath. She turned to Hodgins, who was trying to suppress a laugh. She held the pad out in front of his microscope. "I know it had to be you. You're the only other one who would help him. Don't think I haven't seen you two bonding."

"Oh, please. You're making this seem like some grand conspiracy against you or something."

"You want a conspiracy? That's what will happen when they find your body."

"Did you just threaten to kill me?"

"And I'll follow up on it once I have proof it was you." She stalked off the platform and headed to her office. Both Angela and Hodgins looked over at Zack.

"Care to explain?" Zack looked between the two of them and swallowed.

"It would seem someone is playing a few…practical jokes on Dr. Brennan," he told them. "At first she thought it was Booth, but he's in New York."

"So now she thinks one of us is in on it," Hodgins finished. Zack nodded. "But why would she think it was me?"

"Oh, please," Angela said with a roll of her eyes. "Why wouldn't she?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hodgins looked at Angela, slightly offended.

"The way you and Booth are getting all buddy-buddy when a new case comes up. Plus you're childish enough to do it."

"I am not childish!"

"And now you're going to go pout in a corner."

"Am not!" Hodgins crossed his arms and looked at Angela. The artist simply rolled her eyes and looked at Zack.

"How exactly did Booth talk you into it Zack?" The young assistant looked at Angela, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"How did…I mean, what makes you think it's me?" he questioned.

"Well, I know it's not me," she said. "And I know it's not Hodgins."

"Hey, I thought you just said," Hodgins began.

"I said why wouldn't she think you did it," Angela clarified. "I never said I thought you did it. Why'd you do it Zack?" Zack looked between Angela and Hodgins before his shoulders slumped.

"Agent Booth promised to give me tips on talking to women if I helped him. Last time he threatened to shoot me between the eyes." Angela and Hodgins just looked at Zack and shook their heads.

"What else did you do?" Hodgins asked, trying not to laugh.

"Well," he began, but was cut off by Brennan as she stomped back toward them, a small bottle in her hand.

"Who the hell put this in my pocket?" she demanded holding the bottle up so everybody could read 'Midol'. Hodgins gave a short snort, and Angela put a hand to her mouth to cover a laugh.

"Ah, sweetie," the artist began, over her hand. "Are you playing hide the Midol without me?" Brennan glared at her friend before stomping away from the group. She headed away from her office and towards the parking lot. Zack paled and waited for her to be out of earshot before turning to Angela and Hodgins.

"I kind of tamponed her car."

"What exactly do you mean?" Angela asked, her voice heavily laced with mirth.

Brennan muttered under her breath as she strode out to her car. She had a headache, and just wanted to leave for a few minutes so she could get some good coffee. As she reached her car, she stopped in her tracks. Tampons were tied to the antenna and door handles of the vehicle. On the head and taillights, open maxipads were stuck, and attached to the trunk, tied to string were more bottles of Midol. Brennan let out a loud groan that turned into a whimper. Massaging her temples, Brennan turned away from the car and headed back into the building. I'm going to kill that man, she thought. I don't care if he's involved or not, I'm going to kill him.

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Brennan sat at her desk, fingers sitting on her keyboard, but nothing happened. The labs were quiet, and everybody had gone home. A quick glance at her watched told her that it was almost 11 o'clock, and that she really should be heading home as well. After the incident with her car, nothing else had happened, but that fact did little for her headache. Brennan clicked the shut down button on her laptop and bent down to retrieve her purse. As she sat up, she let out a small yelp when something hit her desk. Brennan turned to look at the offending item. It was the most bizarre bouquet she had ever seen, made up of packaged pads and tampons in various colors and sizes. Each was attached to pipe cleaner and bundled like a bouquet of flowers. Her eyes flashing in anger, Brennan looked up into the face of Seeley Booth. Her partner had that infuriating half smile of his plastered across his visage. "You're dead. You are so dead."

"Here I am bring you a bouquet and you're threatening to kill me," Booth said, hand over his heart in fake sadness. "That hurts." Brennan stood from her chair, sending it backward and into the wall.

"I don't know how you did it," she said, coming around her desk. "But do you realize how embarrassing the things you did were?" Brennan stopped in front of him and looked him in the eye. It made her even madder that Booth simply stood there- shoulder to the door jam, arms crossed, eyes shining with laughter. "Dr. Goodman was witness to some of it. And why did you do that to my car?"

"I've been in New York or in the air all day, Bones," he said. "How could I have done any of that?"

"Why you," she started. "I should report you to Cullen or something," she threatened. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" Booth's smile widened and he leaned toward her, stopping only inched from her face.

"Payback is a bitch, ain't it?"

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