K is for keys and kisses and keepers and kind words and kaleidescope.

K is also for knowledge, kleptomaniac, keepsake, key chain, karaoke, Kindness, Kitten, keeps, keepsake, Kenya, keel, keen, kerosene, karate, kayak, kibble, Kangaroo, Keenan, Kansas, Karate, krackle, kracken, Karaoke, Karma, Know, kryptonite, kerosine, Kumquats, Kids, Kinky, Kitchen, Kenton, kingdom, keyhole, knife, Kelloggs, kiwi, kit-kats and Kappy's.

Thank you to JilianCeleste, 0Infinite0Possibilities0, and Queen Peacock for suggesting 'Key'. Also thank you to Awahili for suggesting 'Keeps'. And to bones.house.love, noelle1322 for kaleidescope.

L... I really am stumped. All I came up with was llamas. Help!

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"I mean, how could you not want to tap that great a-"

"Angela! How many times do I have to say it? Booth is just my partner." Temperance Brennan argued weakly, attempting to inch towards the door of her office so as to escape her interrogating friend.

"No, Bren, I don't want to hear it! I've listened to you two use that line for the last two years. Well no more!" Angela said firmly, pointing an accusing finger at Brennan. Starting to pace, she continued her tirade. "You have to see what he feels for you, Bren. Now stop dancing around-... where are you going?! Come back here, Temperance Brennan! I'm not finished with you!" The artist shrieked at her retreating back.

Brennan zig-zagged through the various scientists that were milling around the lab. Not looking where she was going, she ran smack-dab-bang into someone, knocking the two of them to the ground.

"Nice to see you too, Bones." Came the voice of the person she just steamrolled. Groaning, Brennan let her head fall back onto the floor as she lay tangled with her partner. "What are you in such a hurry for that you have to run down innocent bystanders?"

"Shut up, Booth. I was trying to get away from-"

"BRENNAN! GET BACK HERE!" Booth froze as well as Angela's voice echoed through the lab. Hauling his partner to her feet, he grabbed her and pulled her into a janitor's closet down the hall.

"Booth! What are you doing?" Brennan asked. She could feel every inch of his body pressed up against her in the small space.

"I have to give you something, and we are both escaping Angela."

"What do you have to give me?"

"This." He said, and she heard the slight clink of metal on metal.

"Booth, I can't see anything." It was after all, pitch black in the closet. Sighing, Booth started her grope around for her hand.

"Booth!"

"What?"

"What are you doing?"

"Where is your hand? I want to give you something." Reaching up, Brennan placed her hand on his chest.

"Right here." He grabbed it with one hand and with the other he placed something into her palm.

"What is it?"

"An extra key to my place. In case you ever need to get in." He explained.

"Why would I need to get into your apartment?" Brennan asked.

"You know. . . in case of emergencies. Just take it, Bones."

"Ok, then I have something for you." She reached into her pocket and drew out her key ring. Booth heard some rustling and clinking before he felt her hand slip into his pocket.

"Bones! What?!" He yelped, attempting to jump backwards and away from her wandering fingers.

"It's my extra key."

"Oh, well, next time HAND it to me."

"Sorry." An awkward moment passed as they both listened to the other breathe.

"What do we do now?"

"I don't know-" Booth started, but stopped when he registered heel clicks coming from outside the door. "Angela." He breathed, pressing himself closer to his partner and whispering right into her ear. "Don't move."

Brennan nodded slightly, shivering when she felt the stubble from his cheek brush against her ear. They waited with baited breath until the clicking faded away.

"That was close."

"Yeah. Can you imagine if she caught us? We'd be dead." Booth said. He moved his head, trying to see something in the darkness. He was startled when he felt his nose brush something.

"What was that?"

"That was my nose." Brennan replied, her breath hot against his lips.

"Sorry."

She intended to move her head so that their noses weren't so squished together, but her lips found his instead. Both shocked by the kiss, they didn't move for a few seconds. When Booth tried to pull away, her lips chased his, keeping the contact. Slowly and cautiously he started to kiss her, slow and sweet, soft and caring.

A few minutes of going slow was enough to spark a fire. Soon they were groping wildly, Booth's lips insistent on hers. When Brennan moaned, it brought them both out of the haze they were surrounded by.

"Bones, we can't do this here." Booth whispered.

"Here?! We can't do this at all!" She whispered back.

"Temperance, calm down. I'm not gonna leave you like Sully. You don't have to be afraid of this."

"I'm not afraid of it, we're just partners! Do you know how much trouble we'd be in?!"

"Bones." Booth said firmly, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her tight against him. "I'm not going anywhere, and there is no way they can split us up anyway. You don't work for the FBI."

"So you mean this is for keeps?" She asked, her voice timid and scared.

"Yep. Just call me a keeper."

"Ok, Keeper. Why are we still in this closet?"

"Good question. I'm gonna check and see if the coast is clear. Don't move." Booth said, his hand moving towards the doorknob. He turned it slowly, peaking his head out of the closet. What he saw made him pull his head back in and shut the door with a snap, breathing heavily with his eyes closed.

"What's wrong?" Bren asked, concerned.

"Angela."

"Angela what?"

"Angela is standing outside the door. With your little voice recorder thingy." Brennan's eyes widened.

"She was yelling all sorts of 'kind words' at me before I ran into you." She said sarcastically. "How could she have found us in here?"

"I don't know how she found us, but I know for sure that she's not leaving until we do. How the hell do we explain why we're in a closet? And to make it worse, she's recording this whole thing!" Booth said frantically as Brennan got a thoughtful look on her face.

"I know what to do." Stretching up, she whispered into his ear.

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Angela Montenegro was on a mission. She was trying to find Brennan, who had just mysteriously disappeared on her. In a huff she was about to give up and go back to Brennan's office to wait until she came back, when she heard the talking. It was coming from, oddly enough, one of the janitor's closets.

"Bones! What?!" She heard a yelp and a slight crash as if someone had run into a shelf.

"It's my extra key."

That's Brennan! What is she doing in a closet with Booth? Angela thought, her mind heading way past the gutter. She was over the roof and spilling out the downspout she was so far past it.

"Oh, well, next time HAND it to me."

"Sorry." There was a pause.

"What do we do now?"

"I don't know-" Booth stopped talking and Angela stuffed her fist in her mouth too stop herself from laughing and/or squealing. Quickly backing away, she ran to Brennan's office and started digging around in her desk.

"It has to be here somewhere." She muttered, pushing aside some paper clips in the top draw. "Aha!" Came the excited exclamation as she found what she had been searching for. Racing back to the closet, she clicked on Brennan's little recorder and held it next to the keyhole.

After a few seconds she took it away and backed up about ten feet. Rummaging around in her pockets for a pair of headphones, she plugged them into the recorder and turned the volume all the way up. Now she could hear their whisperings perfectly.

"I'm not afraid of it, we're just partners! Do you know how much trouble we'd be in?!" Brennan! Angela thought. Will you stop over analizing!

"Bones." She heard Booth say tenderly. "I'm not going anywhere, and there is no way they can split us up anyway. You don't work for the FBI."

"So you mean this is for keeps?" Brennan's voice was scared, making Angela a little worried. She had been so concentrated on the recording that she almost missed it when Booth poked his head around the door frame. A wicked smile crossed her face. I've got them now.

Sneaking closer, Angela pressed her ear to the door.

"You really want me to do that?" Booth asked.

"Yes! The only way is to act normal!" Brennan argued back.

"Bones. We're walking out of a janitor's closet. There's nothing normal about that."

"Uggg! Just go."

"Fine."

Angela was startled when the door suddenly opened, and as a result she tripped backwards. Her heels skidded on the floor, and a second later she found herself flat on her butt as a certain FBI agent and his partner made a run for it.

"I'll catch up with you eventually!" The artist yelled after them, still sitting in a huff with her arms crossed. After a few minutes of pouting, she was startled to hear footsteps behind her. Turning, she saw her bug man waiting. Allowing him to pull her up off the floor, she wrapped an arm around his waist and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"What's up, Angie?"

"Oh, the usual. Bren was rescued by Booth, and they both ran off again. Just another day at the office." Hodgins quirked an eyebrow.

"Then why were you screaming bloody murder at them earlier?"

"They were kind words, Hodgie. Kind words of advice."

"I'm sure, Ange. Soo..." He said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Did you know that there is a new kaleidescope exhibit? I say we go christen it."

Leaning up, Angela gave him a quick kiss. "Right behind you."