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Undercover(s)? - 2

„Roxana and Anthony? Roxy and Tony, again?" Brennan asked, clearly surprised. Booth found it amazing, that his partner was surprised about the names he chose for their undercover assignment… and not about the fact that she was going undercover with him to a swinger club. She'd been pleased. Said it was a great opportunity for her to study the couples. He had known she'd have a reaction like that, but it still amazed him.

And now she was frowning at the names he had chosen. Sure, it had been a sentimental and maybe stupid thought to chose the names Roxy and Tony. "It worked once, didn't it? At least we're already used to the names."

She merely shrugged. "Just thought you'd chose something different. And why Walker?" She pointed on the last name on her fake ID.

"My mother's maiden name. Easy to remember." He explained.

"For you anyway." She said and now it was his turn to shrug. "I figured you'd be able to remember any name… why not go with something that makes it easier for me."

She studied him, his tense posture, his somewhat erratic gestures, his dark eyes that held worry in them and did not meet hers as they usually did. "You don't want me there." She stated matter-of-factly.

Startled, his eyes met hers. After a moment of hesitation he admitted. "No, no, I don't want you there. I'd have preferred to go there with an agent, but it wasn't possible."

Brennan lifted an eyebrow at him. "You don't trust me. You think I'll blow our cover."

He decided to be as open and honest with her as he dared. "No. That's not it. I just don't feel comfortable with this whole mess. I know you're able to play a role and I know you'll take care of yourself. I don't have to like it."

She studied her partner, her eyes narrowing a little. "You don't respect the choice these people make. You can't accept what they are doing."

He met her gaze again and passion smoldered in his dark eyes. "I think it's amoral and wrong. A married couple shouldn't … do this."

She gave him a long, evaluating look, then smiled a little. "Seems to me you're the one in danger of blowing our cover, Tony."

He let out a deep sigh. "No. I won't. I can hide my …. personal feelings and act as if I'd willingly cheat on my wife."

"Is it cheating when it happens with the consent of all people involved?" She asked softly, ignoring him calling her his wife. She'd called him Tony, so he could play his role, too, couldn't he.

"Maybe I have different beliefs, a different concept of what's right or wrong in a relationship. But it's all hypothetical anyway. So, you've got no problem acting as my wife?" Booth asked his partner.

She shook her head, her auburn locks bouncing. "Just because I don't like the concept of marriage doesn't mean I'm not able to play a role. Will you have problems acting as my husband?"

"No." He simply answered, not daring to elaborate on why exactly he didn't mind playing her husband.

"Well, then. How did Tony and Roxy meet and where did they marry? What do they do for a living? I guess those are the questions most likely to be asked by other couples." Brennan gave him an inquiring look.

"Take a look at this." He handed her an envelope.

She frowned at him for a moment, then took the envelope and opened it. Inside she found the information she'd been asking for and many more details. As well as a wedding picture. Her own face smiled back at her, as well as Booth's. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Who…. did this?"

"Somebody at the Bureau. He took his own wedding picture and photoshopped our heads on it. He had me swearing that I never tell his wife. Before you ask, the original picture of us was taken at the Jeffersonian Gala last year." Booth answered in low voice.

"I know." She cleared her throat audibly. "I remember the hairstyle. Angela had a friend of her do my hair."

Her gaze left the picture she was holding and met his. "Why do we need this?"

"Who knows? It might come in handy…. Try to remember what dress you're wearing on the picture…. I heard wedding dresses are a frequently discussed topic among young wives." Booth explained and had to grin when she groaned.

"I won't talk about dresses. Don't tell me you made me a designer or something, Booth! What does Roxy do for a living?" She eyed him suspiciously, not bothering to go through the data on the sheet of paper.

"Well, she's at home, raising our three kids of course." He grinned at her.

"Booth!" She snapped.

"Relax. You're a teacher. Science. Figured that's something you know a lot about, so it would add to our credibility. We just moved here from Seattle, though, so you're still unemployed." He winked at her.

She relaxed visibly. "Okay. Science teacher. That's good. What are you doing?"

"I'm a boxer." He fought the grin that was trying to cover his face.

"Booth, I know that's not the truth. Don't play games." She scolded him and he could very easily picture her as a teacher. The strict kind of course. How…interesting.

"Okay, okay. I'm an independent security consultant for small to medium sized companies." Booth informed her.

His words had her nodding, then frowning a little again. "Are you sure you know enough about surveillance and computers to act convincingly?"

"God, have a little faith, Bones. I'm not a complete moron. Besides, though these people are going to ask us a few questions, they won't be interested in the story of our lives…. And usually security consultant is not the kind of profession people would want to know more about." Booth smiled at her. "Oh, and as part of your cover… don't forget to mention how much you love children."

She snorted. "I don't have to love them to be able to educate them."

"Wrong answer, Bones. Roxana Walker is a very devoted high school teacher for science. I'm sure she wouldn't appreciate your lack of passion." He teased her. "Oh and this is for you." He shoved a little package into her hands before she could think of a retort to his teasing words.

"What's this?" She asked and eyed the small box suspiciously.

"Open it. It's not a bomb, Bones." He encouraged her.

She sighed and opened the box. "Glasses? Why the hell are you giving me glasses? There is nothing wrong with my eyesight." She unfolded them carefully.

"Oh, now, come on, Bones…. Most teachers wear glasses. And if you place them on the tip of your nose…." He took the glasses out of her hand and carefully placed them on her nose. "… they actually look kind of sexy."

"Is this Tony or Booth talking?" She asked, raising one eyebrow.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." He teased her and she rolled her eyes at him.

"Very immature, Bones. Teachers don't do that." Booth scolded her, a boyish grin on his face.

"Oh, they do, if they have to put up with you." She sighed. "Okay, I'll take the glasses. They are part of the role, so I'll wear them." She pushed the glasses back a little, so that they were no longer balancing on the tip of her nose. "But I'll wear them properly."

"They actually suit you. Make you look even smarter." Booth commented.

"Glasses don't say anything about the intellect of a person." Brennan retorted and reached for the envelope again to pull out another picture. "What….. this picture is…This really happened." Her breath hitched in surprise. "I didn't know you kept it."

He hesitated a moment before answering. "It's a nice picture. I didn't want to throw it away." He studied the picture, as he had done more often than he wanted to admit. Tony and Roxy stared back at him. The picture had been taken during their case in Las Vegas, when they had acted undercover. He'd kept it because they looked good together. As if they belonged. Though it was a lie, it still had gone under his skin how happy they seemed to be, how relaxed.

"Well…." She cleared her throat audibly. "It comes in handy now, doesn't it. After all this is Tony and Roxy."

"Yeah." He nodded and waited a moment before continuing. "You'll find all other important details here." He pointed at the paper she was holding. "If you still have questions, I can come over and discuss it with you later. I have a meet. See you later…. Roxy." He gave her a quick smile before leaving her office.

Brennan nodded and absently mumbled. "Bye." She stared down at the pictures lying in front of her and wondered, why it hurt so much to admit that both pictures were faked in one way or the other.

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