Wow! Sorry this took me so long... I have just been incredibly busy lately

Andrews's eyebrows rose in surprise. This had never happened to him in all his years as a masseuse. His hands were frozen as he decided what he ought to do about the situation. Ideas floated in his mind, but they all seemed wrong. No matter what he thought up, he was going to embarrass Booth.

Tentatively, Andrew leaned over the laying Booth. He put his mouth a couple of inches from Booth's ear and made a short clearing noise from his throat. Shocked, Booth shot up out of the bed, standing alert at the base of the massage table. Brennan heard the commotion and peered out of the corner of her eye to see what was occurring. However after she saw what was going on, she sat upright.

"What in God's name are you doing?" Booth demanded.

"You said it again," Bones commented.

"Said what?"

"God. You are definitely going to Hades or wherever you go."

"It's hell, Bones." Booth sighed as he waved his hands impatiently. "Can we get back to the real probably here?"

"Fine," Brennan huffed as she crossed her hands over her chest to keep the towel from falling.

"Why were you whispering in my ear?" Booth's tone sounded absolutely disgusted.

"I was trying to tell you," Andrew started, before Booth interrupted his argument.

"What could be so important that you had to mutter in my ear? In case you didn't know, I'm not into men." Brennan let out a small chuckle. Hearing her, Booth fixed his eyes upon her angrily, but that only caused her to laugh harder.

"Are you sure about that?" Brennan choked about between her fits of laughter.

"What is that suppose to mean?" Booth sounded stunned and furious by his partner's question. His eyebrows were furrowed together as he quirked his head to side waiting for Bone's answer. A few minutes passed before she could control herself.

"It's perfectly normal Booth," Brennan stated.

"What is?" Booth screeched clearly annoyed.

"Well, when a man is sexually aroused," she started to say.
"I am not sexually aroused," his voice rose to an octave that was incredibly high pitched.

"he experiences an erection," Bones continued on her scientific explanation.

"I know that, but what does it have to do with me?"

Unable to find the words, Brennan just gestured her hand to the towel around Booth's waist. Booth stared in horror at the towel.

"That's not what you think it is," Booth said.

"Why are you always so self conscious when it comes to sex?"

"Bones, I'm serious."

"Then what is it?" She sounded like she wanted and didn't want to what it truly was.

"You out of all people should know how I feel with out my gun."

Throughout the whole confrontation, Andrew had kept to the side of the room. When the gun was mentioned, he was up and across the room in a few strides. Guns were most certainly not permitted in the spa.

"Sir, I going to have to ask you to leave," Andrew said sternly.

"But, I'm in the FBI," Booth stated.

"He is," Brennan vouched for him.

"Can I see your badge, then?"

Booth reached down towards his waist, but his hand froze just over the top of the towel. He didn't think he would need his badge at the spa. Booth replayed his day in his head until he remembered putting his badge on the table as he walked out of his house.

"I left it at home, but I truly am a special agent," Booth pleaded with Andrew.

"Like I said sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"I'm not leaving," Booth declared.

Andrew turned and walked to the side of the room. Quickly, he flung open the door and screamed like his life depended on it. "Security! Security!" Around, the corner came two large, built police officers.

"Booth, just leave," Brennan commanded. "Don't try to fight. You'll just get yourself in more trouble."

"What about you?" Booth spoke fast because the guards were continuing to leap closer and closer.

"I'll stay." Bones responded with a shrug. "Besides, I haven't gotten my massage yet."

"You're going to stay?"

Brennan nodded.

"With Andrew?"

Brennan nodded again.

"Alone?"

"Yes, of course. Who else would I be with?" Booth's face held an emotion she couldn't quite place. It was gone before she could figure it out because the guards had him by the arms, leading him towards the exit. Her eyes followed the group as they hastily went to the lockers to retrieve his belongings and then towards the doors leading outside.

"Temperance," Andrew walked into her field of vision. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, yes of course." She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.

Booth was shoved through the dark, glass doors. He was confused about what he was feeling: hurt, confused, annoyed, but most of all jealous. Booth reacted without thinking. He reacted on his gut feeling. Reaching into his pocket, he whipped out his cell phone and dialed seven numbers.

"Hello?"

"I need your help."

OHH! Who did he ask?? Review and I'll be motivated to update sooner rather than later! I hope you enjoyed it.