Wow, thank you all so much for your reviews and kind words. Glad you seem to like the story so far. Honestly, I don't know how my muse comes up with things like that, I just know I have to write the stuff down or it's going to be stuck in my head and drive me crazy. (or crazier than I already am, at least ;) )

Here we go…, I hope you'll like my take at girl talk.

Undercover(s)? - 3

"What?" Angela gaped at her best friend, giving her an incredulous look. "Okay, wait a minute, wait a minute. You gotta repeat that… cause I understood you're going undercover with Booth… as his wife… to a swinger club… That's just too amazing to be true. There's got to be something wrong with my ears." As if to prove her point, she shook her head and flicked her fingers next to her ear. "Hmmm, I still hear that."

"I don't know why you'd call it amazing, but it's true. There is nothing wrong with your hearing, Angela." Brennan frowned at her best friend's behaviour.

"So, you're really going undercover. As Booth's wife. To the 'Sinner's Palace'. Oh. My. God. This is …. awesome beyond words." Angela bobbed up and down on her seat, earning confused stares from the other patrons at the Royal Diner.

"Keep it down, will you? And why are you so excited? And for the record, I'm not going as Booth's wife. We're going to be Roxana and Anthony Walker. It's like role play… it has nothing to do with our real life personas."

Brennan informed her while absently tracing the rim of her coffee cup with her index finger.

"Uh-uh." Angela made, a huge grin on her face. It didn't take a genius to hear that she didn't believe a word of what Brennan was saying, but the forensic anthropologist decided to ignore it. "Besides, it's just for tomorrow evening, maybe a second time. I guess by then we should have the data we need."

Angela still grinned. "Sinner's palace. A swinger club. God, Booth's going to be so jealous."

Brennan shot her a confused look. "No, he's not. He isn't supposed to act jealous, after all the whole purpose of going to a swinger club is …"

The artist interrupted her. "Sweetie, he's not going to act jealous. He's going to BE jealous. Not Tony, but you know, Booth."

"What? Why would he? There's hardly a reason for being jealous." Brennan gave back, irritation showing on her face.

"No? Because none of the guys there can compete with him?" Angela asked hopefully.

"What? No, because we're not in a relationship and therefore he has not reason to be jealous. You know, I'm really looking forward to this. It's a unique opportunity for me to observe this group from the inside. You never are able to accumulate data as efficiently form the outside. Besides, groups with certain sexual preferences that separate them from the majority of the society are understandably suspicious towards outsiders." Brennan mused.

Her best friend shook her head at the scientific approach. "You really have no clue, right?" She sighed. "Well, then have fun accumulating your data, Bren…. But… maybe you could keep in mind that Booth wouldn't be happy if you just go and romp with every guy there."

Brennan arched an eyebrow at her friend. "I have no intention of… romping with every guy there. The whole purpose of going there is to familiarize with the people and get them to talk to us. We need to get more insight on the group and who would have had a motive to murder Janice and Harry Freeport. And though sexual intercourse definitely helps to get to know people on a certain level, I don't think it will help us in solving the case. I'm not ruling it out on principal, since I don't know how often we'll have to meet these people, and after all that's the reason they are all there, but the first meeting surely is just for… getting to know each other."

"So, you wouldn't mind …. having sex with a man who's married?" Angela frowned a little. And they called her a free spirit.

"Well…. If you look at the rules they established for these groups, I don't think it would be an issue for anybody involved. After all the couples go there with the intention to get intimate with other people than their spouses. I don't see why this should have any influence on the relationship between the spouses. It's only intercourse and if it's happening with the consent of all people involved, I don't think that there should be a problem." Brennan explained her viewpoint.

Angela gave her a long, measuring look. "Have you ever really been in love with somebody you slept with, Bren?" She asked softly.

"I don't really….believe in the concept of love." Her best friend answered.

"Well that answers the question, doesn't it?" Angela sighed. "Sweetie… I'm really not a moralist and I'm the last person to lecture these people on what they have to do…. But… when you've found somebody you really, really love … and you have sex with that somebody… it's something else, you know. It's a connection… I can't really describe it, Bren…. But I think sex with somebody else would be… pale and incomplete in comparison." The artist stared at her best friend. "I wish you would know what I'm talking about, Sweetie."

Sometime during Angela's speech, Brennan's hand had stopped tracing the rim of the cup, her body had gone rigid and the expression on her face seemed… almost sad.

"Booth once told me something like this. Right here, he was just sitting where you're sitting now and told me that… sex between two people who love each other could… defy the laws of physic. That they could become one." She said, her voice a little hoarse.

Angela's eyes went wide. "Hot damn… You're talking about sex with him?"

Brennan waved her excitement off. "It was after the case with the horse fetish group… talking about the case naturally led to talking about sex. You remember the case, don't you?"

"Bren, I'd have to be brain dead not to remember Annie Oakley and Mister Ed. Sweetie, what did you say when he told you that… what did you do?" Angela asked, intrigued.

Brennan merely shrugged. "I agreed with him. Basically, because I don't have any experience in this certain area, but he has."

"Don't you think there was a…. reason he told you?" The artist carefully asked.

"Well, to prove his point of course. We had a discussion, he wanted to make me see it the way he does." The forensic anthropologist answered. But Angela noticed the slight change in her voice…

'Ahhh, not sooo clueless, are we?' The artist thought.

"Maybe he'd…. be willing to show you exactly what he was talking about." Angela waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"What?" Brennan shook her head vigorously. "This is not possible, Angela. To achieve what he was talking about, we would need to be in love with each other. Which we are not. We're… partners and friends."

"The lady dost protest too much." Angela mumbled, but decided to let it go. Her best friend was hard-headed and stubborn… and as long as she didn't believe in love she wouldn't recognize it if it came knocking at her front door. Which it – in form of a certain FBI agent – did frequently.

Angela sighed. She could only hope the whole undercover thing would made Brennan see what everybody else saw and that Booth wouldn't get hurt somewhere along the road.

"Well, okay, Sweetie…. Now tell me, what is Roxy going to wear to make all the husbands crazy with lust and the wives green with envy?" Angela grinned and for the rest of the time they spent at the Diner she tried to talk her friend into wearing the sexiest clothes she owned. And buy new ones for the assignment too.

Maybe, just maybe, Angela hoped, the clothes would make not only the other swingers hot for Roxy Walker, but also get Booth to finally make a move on Brennan.

Now how did you like the talk between the two of them? In character? Please let me know, I depend on reviews!