The-Archives came up with a great story idea.

I don't own Bones.

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He glanced over his shoulder to make sure he was alone in the room. So far so good. His fingers tapping on the keys, his frustration grew as once more his password was rejected. "Damn it!"

Bewildered, Booth stood in front of the keyboard and tried to think. He knew her probably better that anyone in the world and this should be a piece of cake, but so far he'd crapped out. "Come on . . . it shouldn't be this hard. I know everything she loves . . . Jupiter, daisies."

Inspiration striking him, Booth grinned and typed in a few letters and waited for success. "Fuck, what do you mean invalid password. Damn it!"

She entered the room and noticed Booth standing over her lap top. "What are you doing?"

Caught red handed, Booth decided to lie like a rug. "Nothing . . . I accidentally knocked your laptop off the nightstand and I placed it back where you had it."

Concerned, Brennan hurried around the bed and picked up her laptop. Staring at the log in screen, Brennan turned to look at her husband. "Did you try to log in?"

Since it was a direct question and he didn't really want to lie two times in a row to her, Booth shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe."

Annoyed, Brennan turned so that her laptop was facing her but away from Booth and entered her password. Handing the laptop to him, she decided to see what he would do next. "Here . . . you may now use it."

His face flushed red with embarrassment, Booth accepted the PC and quickly checked the NHL scores from the previous evening. Once he was done, he handed the laptop back to his wife. "Thanks."

After she logged off and closed the lid, Brennan placed it back on her nightstand. "Couldn't figure out what my password was?"

His lips pursed as if he'd eaten a sour lemon, Booth shook his head. "I don't get it. I always can guess what your password is . . . what password are you using?"

A self-satisfied smirk on her face, Brennan primly informed him, "I'll never tell you."

"Oh come on." Booth jammed his hands in his pants pockets. "Why not? What if I want to check the scores again?"

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Brennan leaned back on her hands and looked up at her husband. "You can always use your laptop or turn the television on and check your sports channel. We do have the premium sports package that you insisted we needed."

Now that he was challenged, Booth sat down next to her and leaned on one hand on the bed. "I didn't think we had any secrets from each other." Leaning closer to her, he kissed her. His lips lingering near her lips, he used what he considered his sexy voice. "What's your password?"

Brennan returned his kiss and placed her hand on the side of his face. "I'm not telling you . . . You told me once that I'm not exactly CIA material, implying that you would always be able to guess my password . . . I think you're wrong."

Staring into her bright blue eyes, Booth suddenly laughed. "Fine . . . keep your password a secret." Kissing her once more, he let the kiss between them progress to the point that they were both quite breathless. Separating their lips momentarily, Booth assured her. "If I really needed to break in to your PC, I could you know."

Her hand slowly moving towards his shirt, she moved her hand under the hem causing him to shiver. "No I don't think so . . . of course you're welcome to try."

A little breathless, Booth stood up and removed his shirt. "Forget it. The kids are at the zoo with Max, let's not argue about it."

As she sat up to remove her blouse, Brennan assured him. "I'm not arguing, I'm stating a fact."

His hands on his hips, Booth stared at his wife and realized that she had beaten him and he was okay with that for now. "Fine, you win."

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Later that evening, while Booth was in the bathroom taking a shower, Brennan pulled her lap top onto her lap and logged in using her favorite password: SeeleyJosephBooth.

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I hope you were entertained.