Okay just to clear things up a bit…I've fixed a few errors in the first chapter, and considering this is the second chapter, you can see I've decided to continue, basically because of your amazing reviews! I haven't replied yet as for some reason they haven't been forwarded to my email. Weird. They made me drop the law study and start typing. Lol, really smart as exams are just around the corner. Anyways, enough rambling. Enjoy and have a great day wherever you are reading this around the world. Then send your reviews back to me in my little corner of the world :) – kate

Over at the Hoover Building, Booth was lounging in his swivel office chair. New ideas were exactly what Booth happened to be looking for. Having found a natural pause in his paper work, he was considering his new plan of action while he sipped coffee and sorted papers into the various files fanned out across the desk. Behind by thirty five for the day, Booth knew he really needed to secure his spot as top dog with a big play, leaving Bones no chance of catching up. He sighed, frustrated. Hell, Brennan could frustrate him and she wasn't even here! What to do? He needed something that was going to make Brennan so filled with desire for him that she was going to have to respond. He saw Cullen marching down the hall and quickly picked up his ball point pen, returning to work. The master plan would have to wait.

Three hours later, Booth decided it was time to drive over to the Jeffersonian to find out what his favourite forensic anthropologist had gleaned from the remains. Hitting rush hour traffic, Booth didn't enter the lab until nearly 6.30pm. Perfect, he thought. By now most of the other squints should have left for the day, although Brennan would probably still be ordering her young protégé around. Still, he could handle Zach.

He found Brennan on the platform, packing the remains carefully away. Zach, surprisingly, was absent. Booth found himself strangely disappointed. He shook the feeling off, squared his shoulders and made his presence known. Approaching Brennan from behind, he placed both hands possessively on her hips. Brennan hissed as she inhaled sharply.

"Booth," she rebuked him.

"Ten points," he replied, with a smirk. The master plan was in action. Booth grinned to himself – this was going to boot him right to the top of the score board.

"You finished?" He enquired, playing it cool.

"All done," Brennan called over to him as she crossed the room to place her rubber gloves in the medisafe trash can. "We discerned that your victim is male, between 16 and 18 years old, with a weight of…"

Booth cut her off. "Bones, give it a rest. We can sort that out tomorrow. Everyone else has gone home."

"Actually…" Brennan began, and then stopped as Booth grabbed her arm and started dragging her off the platform.

"Boooooooooth, what the hell are you doing?" Brennan asked, stalling. She knew pay back time for this morning had arrived. Still, Booth didn't know that he had an audience. She had been going to tell him that Angela was still finishing up the facial reconstruction of the teenager that she had just packed away, until she had been rudely interrupted. Oh well, she thought, as Booth swiped his card and pulled her down the steps, that was his problem.

Booth reached for her hand, and Brennan tightened her grip on his hand, still lost in her thoughts. Booth's laugh brought her back to earth. "Fifteen points." Damn, I should have been paying attention. Booth was catching up. I need to put my move into action. Together, hand in hand, the pair headed for Brennan's office.

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The fact that the two partners were strolling down the corridor hand in hand, and Brennan wasn't pulling some fancy kung fu move on Booth wasn't lost on Angela. She had been spying on the two through the blinds hanging over her office windows and hadn't missed any of the action. Angela knew all about what was going on. They were playing the game. She giggled to herself. Booth and Brennan both thought they were being super subtle about it too. Little did they know that the whole lab and a significant proportion of the FBI was aware of the game. Hell, there was even a betting pool.

Speaking of the betting pool, Angela opened the online spreadsheet that Hodgins had set up. Scrolling downwards, she saw there were over thirty people playing this little game. Mostly the bets were various estimates at how long it would be until the pair cracked and had sex, but there were also bets on the moves that each would make including their first kiss, Booth feeling Brennan up, and Bren slapping the FBI agent on the arse. The last was Angela's contribution, and it clearly showed her view on the empowerment of women. She looked at the odds again and sighed. 267: 1. Obviously Hodgins didn't feel the same way about Booth's arse as she did.

Angela returned to the face she was working on, although she couldn't help but peek through the blinds into the office across the corridor every so often.

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Brennan flicked the lights of her office on with her free hand as they set foot in her office. The room filled with a soft glow emitted by the down lights. Booth slumped on the couch as Brennan dropped the files on her desk. Glancing at Booth, she saw that he had his forearm over his eyes, which were closed. Perfect, she thought, and went for more points.

Booth jumped as Brennan landed in his lap, a cheeky smile stretching right across her face.

"Caught you napping. Sixty points," she said as she leaned back against his warm chest. Booth sighed and leant his head against the back of the couch. Brennan had definitely had the upper hand today, but little did she know, that was all about to change.

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Angela, who had been following the proceedings carefully, was currently on her cell. As she waited for Hodgins to answer, she punched the air. Go Bren, she thought.

"Hey Hodgins, its Angela."

"Yeah, I was just wondering, you know the odds on Brennan slapping Booth on the arse…well I think you should shorten them."

"Why? Are you questioning my judgment?"

"Well here's your evidence. Brennan just sat on Booth's lap."

"Much better." Angela grinned as she said goodbye. That money was getting closer and closer to her bank account.

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Brennan grinned as she squirmed a little on Booth's lap. She was beating the pants off him. She quickly substituted that phrase for the more demure "she was beating him comprehensively" as she sort to suppress the images that bloomed in her mind as she thought about Booth's pants.

"Bones, I wouldn't do that if I were you." Booth's voice penetrated the fog of images that was running through Temperance's mind.

She returned to the moment with a quick comeback. "Are you worried I'm going to beat you by even more?"

He distracted her, deliberately looking for an argument so that he could put his plan into action. "Well, I think I should get some points considering you're still sitting on me." While he was voicing the words, Booth's hands were creeping up under the hem on Brennan's shirt. Slowly, they inched up until they sat on Brennan's stomach.

Booth inhaled, his nose filled with the fragrance of Brennan's hair. The touch of her skin was amazing. He knew that this was going to mean big points and congratulated himself on having enough balls to go through with it. After all it was the first time that either of them had touched the other somewhere that was normally covered by clothing.

"Two hundred points," he breathed almost reverentially.

Bones was still reeling. She could feel her pulse racing under his hands. His hands, oh my god, they felt fantastic, although she wasn't about to let him know that. He didn't need any more points tonight.

So Brennan just sighed, and relaxed against Booth, enjoying the feel on his skin on hers. Tomorrow looks promising, she thought lazily. Booth had just taken the game to the next level. She was going to have to retaliate. But that would have to wait until her heart calmed down a bit.