Holy hell, people, you're the best. So many wonderful reviews, thank you! Glad you think I kept them in character so far! I'm glad the effort seems to show ;)

Here we go! I hope you'll like it.

Under cover(s) – 5

Brennan reached for her purse to check her lipstick. The way Roxy had dressed up, this was likely something she'd do. It was something Brennan usually didn't bother with…. Partly because she mostly only wore lipgloss instead of lipstick and – the more important reason in her opinion - she had better things to do than checking her own appearance in each and every reflecting surface she was able to find. She shuddered at the mere thought of vainly checking her lipstick in one of the shiny steel tables in the lab.

But this was Roxy and Roxy was much more aware of her female side.

Brennan shot her partner a side glance. It seemed he was aware of it too. She wondered briefly if she should have let him check out her outfit before putting on the coat. She hoped that it was not what would be considered slutty. Booth would have known, wouldn't he? Annoyed at her own insecurity she tried to banish all thoughts about her clothes, or rather the lack of them. Roxy Walker had worn such outfits before and was self-confident. There was neither space nor time for second thoughts now.

Brennan's pulse accelerated a little, when she saw the red and yellow sign announcing "Sinner's Palace" in front of them. Officially it was only a bar, but the name itself implied more than only drinks, didn't it? And Booth had told her he'd found out that you couldn't enter the 'bar' without permission by the owner, Terrence O'Reilly.

Booth parked the car and gave his partner a long look. "Ready, Roxy-darling?"

Brennan frowned a little. "I told you countless times not to call me darling."

Her partner winked at her. "It's either honey or darling, you choose."

She rolled her eyes. "Stick with darling then." She had to suppress a shudder when using the word, but then a sly smile covered her face. "Sweetheart."

Booth snorted, but managed not to object to the term of affection she'd applied to him. Somehow Tony the Tiger had been more to his liking, but hey, they were only playing roles, right?

They left the car and started walking towards the building. It looked appropriate enough for the name 'Sinner's Palace'. Painted flames were licking up at each of the walls and red and orange fake torches lit the way towards the impressive entrance. Little devils were painted all over the heavy black doors.

A bulky man eyed them suspiciously when they came near the entrance and nearly bellowed. "Names?"

Booth produced a polite smile. "Roxana and Anthony Walker. Mister O'Reilly expects us."

The bouncer gave them a quick once-over, hesitated for a moment. "You've got ID?"

"Sure." Brennan smiled at him and reached for her purse to show her fake driver's license. Booth wordlessly showed his and the bouncer nodded and stepped aside "Go ahead."

Booth took in a deep breath and pushed the heavy doors open, then held it open for his partner. She stepped inside, followed by Booth. A young man in a dark suit greeted them before they could take much time to admire the interior. "Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Walker. May I take your coat, Madam?"

Brennan nodded and started to unbutton her black coat, while she let her gaze sweep over the entrance hall. She was not sure what she'd expected, but she had to admit that she liked what she saw so far. The interior clearly was trying to resemble a castle or some other medieval location, maybe a dungeon. The walls looked as if made of old stone blocks, although she suspected that they were fake. But it still made for a very nice scenery. Real torches and a huge chandelier lit the hall and the candle light caused shadows to flicker across the stone walls.

She slipped out of her coat and heard a strangled sound escape Booth. He stood only a few feet away and gaped at her, clearly stunned by her revealing clothes. The young man in the dark suit, who'd just taken her coat cast them a suspicious glance.

"Get a grip, Tony." Brennan said and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone, leaning in towards the young man, that still watched them. "It's a game of us. I always dress up by myself and he doesn't know what I'm wearing until I take the coat off." She giggled. "This is a new outfit, hence the reaction." She winked at the young man.

"Very nice clothes, Madam. And an interesting idea to keep the relationship fresh, if I dare say so." The young man commented and she heard a faint note of British accent in his voice. She filed away that little bit of information and gave him another polite smile before turning towards her 'husband.'

The little exchange between them gave Booth enough time to recover from the jolt of surprise and lust that had shot through him upon seeing his partner in a getup he could only describe as sizzling HOT. The skirt was far shorter than anything he'd ever seen her wear and the top showed off a lot of cleavage. For another woman the outfit might have been too daring and even looked cheap, though he was sure the clothes had been expensive. But his partner had an innate grace that made her look both classy and sexy at the same time. And dangerous, he had to acknowledge, very dangerous.

Booth swallowed hard, then offered 'his wife' his arm. "You never seize to amaze me, Roxy-darling." He said, when she put her hand on his arm. The words came out a little husky, but he supposed even if he'd really been married to her for three years, he would have been entitled to show a reaction to the sight of her luscious body wrapped into those sinful clothes.

Booth knew he was in for an evening of pure torture and constant struggle not to lose his composure. How the hell was he supposed to not only get through this evening without just jumping her, but also conversing with other couples as if it was okay for him to get his wife pawed at by other men. And not only pawed at….no, he reminded himself… the men he was going to meet wanted to have sex with his wife, that was the whole purpose of the meeting. He had to stifle a shudder. It didn't matter that Bones was not really his wife.

In his mind, she was his. She was his to protect….and imagining other men touching her nearly sent him in a blinding rage. He had to distance himself of all this mess or he was going to get insane, he decided.

Booth took in a deep breath and pushed his own feelings and beliefs aside and let Tony, careless, casual Tony take over.

"Well, darling, let's have fun." Tony said jovially.

Sooo, please let me know, do you like it? Can you picture the Sinner's Palace? I think medieval style, with torches and candles make for a very erotic scenery. What do you say? Reviews make me HAPPY!