(After the Doom in the Boom)

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Curious, Booth picked up Brennan's purse from the kitchen counter and shook it. "Um, hey Bones, what do you carry in your purse?"

Surprised that he was interested in something so mundane, Brennan took her purse from his hands and opened it. "Why are suddenly interested in what I carry in my purse?"

Watching her remove items from her bag and place them on the counter, Booth explained, "That BRIU that Caroline sent me, Karen Delfs, you should see the stuff she has in her handbag. She was looking for her phone when we were visiting Aubrey in the hospital and she just dumped a mountain of crap onto the poor guy's lap. She even had a mouse trap in her purse, for God's sake."

Shocked, Brennan paused and stared at her husband. "Why did she have a mouse trap in her purse?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth picked up her ALS or as he called it, her light thingy. "She said she didn't know." Clicking it on and then off, he placed it on the counter.

Continuing to empty her purse, Brennan pulled the last item from the bag and pointed at the items on the counter. "I carry a wallet, an ALS, some disposable gloves, my phone . . . a pen knife, a package of tissues, a few evidence bags, some mints, a coin purse, some coupons for various eating establishments, a few anti-bacterial wipes, some anti-bacterial hand soap, fruit rollups for Christine and a baggy of animal crackers for Hank."

"A sensible bunch of stuff." Handing her the items, he watched her place them back in her purse. "Where's your gun? I thought you carried your gun in there."

Finished placing the items back in her purse, Brennan gave Booth a rather scandalous look. "We have children, Booth. Children that haven't learned personal boundaries yet. I can't keep my gun in my purse for the same reason you can't keep your guns lying around. Christine and Hank may try to play with them."

Leaning against the counter, Booth smirked. "So no mouse trap?"

"Most definitely not a mouse trap." Closing the purse, Brennan moved around the counter and placed her hands on his shoulders. Kissing him, Brennan smiled. "Of course, my purse isn't as big as your purse is, so I can't carry as much as you can."

Confused, Booth shook his head. "Purse . . . I don't carry a purse."

Chuckling, Brennan turned and pointed at his hockey bag currently resting on the coffee table.

His gaze following her finger, Booth protested. "Hey that is not a purse. That's a sport's bag. I carry my hockey stuff in there."

Slowly shaking her head, Brennan corrected him. "A man's purse, but a purse none the less."

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