Go Novak you sexy beast! I love you so freaking much! IN THE FINALS BABY! Ok, so anyway in other news, I was going to update earlier, telling myself 'once you've finished you history homework, you can finish the chapter'…that was before I realized just how much work I had. So I bargained with myself (as Emma knows) and I wrote this when I got halfway through :D Yay. Ewww my custard is all lumpy and tasteless and cold and I made too much…the only reason why I'm still eating it is cause I made it blue with food dye :D

This takes place straight after the last chapter…so in case you've forgotten…they are in the shower…and have found out that they've been bugged.

"Someone's been listening to us?" Brennan asked, her breath warm against his cheek.

"Yeah" Booth agreed, keeping his eyes on the transmitter "I don't know how it got there though. The reception didn't report anybody coming up to our apartment, and it's also under surveillance."

"It's very strange" she agreed, her voice almost inaudible. "Do you know how it's being transmitted?"

"It's wireless" he answered "the signal could be sent anywhere. We have to get a tech squad in here to try and trace the signal."

"That will blow our cover" Brennan said "completely blow it."

"Good point" Booth nodded "maybe go and give Angela a call and see what she can do."

"Ok." She turned around and was confronted by the shower sliding door. "Did you close this?" She asked, grabbing the handle to open it.

"No" Booth replied, looking at the offending door curiously.

"It's stuck" she announced, giving the door another tug.

"It can't be stuck" he said, squeezing next to her to try.

"It's stuck…honey" Brennan growled.

Distracted by the door being stuck, they failed to notice the shower head dripping behind them. It was only when it turned on full ball that they realised.

Booth lunged forward and turned the tap handles "it won't turn off."

Brennan, now completely and utterly drenched, smashed her fists against the door.

"It's no use" he said "there must be something wrong with the water mains."

"But that doesn't explain how the door closed on us…and how it's stuck!" Brennan yelled, raising her hands in defeat.

The shower spray was so strong that it was hitting them both. So both partners stood at opposite ends of the small shower, fully clothed, and completely drenched. Booth's jeans and black shirt were completely plastered to his body, as were Brennan's jeans and her jumper, which was coming dangerously close to becoming see through.

Despite everything, Booth began laughing.

"Booth, this is not funny!" Brennan yelled in disgust.

"It's pretty funny" he managed to say between laughs. He put his hands on his knees and bent over, trying to control his breathing.

"Just so damn funny" she said, leaning against the wall. She sank down onto the floor and drew her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs.

"I was just joking with you Bones" Booth said, sliding down next to her.

"I guess it is a bit funny" Brennan admitted with a shrug of her shoulders.

"That's my girl" he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and hugged her to his body.

They were sitting there like that for almost five minutes, when the water turned cold. In a frenzy they both stood up and moved as far away from the water as possible. This ended with Brennan pressed between the shower wall and Booth's body. His soaking wet, fully clothed, smoking hot body.

He had his hands next to her head and his face pressed into his neck, while hers were wrapped around his waist. One of his legs was in between hers, pressing their pelvis' together.

"Shit" Booth groaned, not lifting his head from her neck "that's cold."

Brennan shivered against his body and dug her nails into his back.

When he lifted his head, she noticed that his lips were turning blue and that his jaw was chattering.

"Booth" she said "we've got to get out of here."

"You think I don't know that Bones?" he asked sarcastically. "We're going to freeze in here."

As if on cue, the water turned from cold, to warm. They both let out a sigh of relief before they felt the temperature rise gradually.

"Shit!" Booth cursed. He turned around so he was facing the door, and with both of his hands on the wall, he kicked it with one foot, making it shake and rattle. Steam was beginning to rise in the shower, and it was not showing any signs of stopping. With a rush of adrenalin, Brennan pushed Booth out of the way and turned on her side. She raised her right leg, and just like she had done thousands of time at karate, side kicked the door. They both watched as it bent outwards slightly. Brennan lifted her leg and kicked again and again, until the three pieces of the sliding door fell from the railings and onto the floor.

Booth grabbed Brennan around the waist, and they both ran out of the ensuite. Together, they collapsed onto the bed, trying to gather their breaths. Brennan ran a hand through her soaking wet hair and turned onto her side to face Booth.

"This is getting dangerous Booth" she said "has it crossed your mind that we may have already met the killer?"

"It has crossed my mind" he admitted, pushing his head down further into the mattress. "Are you still ok to stay on this case?"

"I'm fine as long as you're fine" she answering "I mean, we've been through worse haven't we?"

"Yeah" Booth agreed "but we've never been stuck in a shower together."

"Until now" Brennan smiled at him and asked "what are we going to tell the maintenance about the door?"

"We were having some fun in the shower…and it broke" Booth suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Well we are engaged" she said "so why wouldn't we be having some fun in the shower?"

"Or some fun on the bed." Booth smiled and rolled onto his side so he was facing her. The comment was so innocent, yet it made Brennan's heart skip a beat, her stomach flip and her hands sweat. He was so close, all she would have to do it just move forward a tiny bit and her lips would be on his. From the look in his eyes, she knew that he was thinking the same thing. The line between them was so thin, it would be so easy to cross. They toed over the edge, danced with each other, moving so close together that his wet, spiky hair was touching her forehead.

Just.

One.

More.

Millimetre….

The pounding at the door made them leap apart. "Room service!"

"I'll" Booth pointed to the door awkwardly "I'll go get that."

"Yep" Brennan agreed as he sat up and walked to the door, leaving wet footprints and drops of water behind him.

Once he was out of earshot, she hissed "damn room service."

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Ahhh….you guys thought something was going to happen…but it didn't! Hehehe! Just for reference, the shower head was one of those ones you can't move.

You should've been in our household when Rafa lost…I haven't seen my sister cry that much since Grandad died…it was insane…and mum had bought tickets to the semis Lol, they're there now watching Ferrer and Murray.

Oh, a warning, if I don't update regularly (not that I have been anyway), but you know what I mean, it's cause a family member of mine is facing some serious health issues and I haven't really been that inspired to write :P

Anyway…leave a review on your way out if you can…even if it's just to say 'dude, I agree with you…Novak is soooo hot' … or even 'man I'm gunna kill that room service woman!'