(The Suit on the Set)

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He slammed the front door shut after he entered the house and threw his sports bag on the floor near the couch. Stalking into the kitchen, Booth yanked the fridge door open and pulled out a bottle of water. Glaring at the chocolate cake sitting on the counter, he slammed the fridge door and marched out of the room almost running into Brennan. "Sorry."

As she grabbed Booth to keep from falling, Brennan felt his hands grab her arms and between the two of them she remained upright. "I thought I heard you come in. There was a lot of slamming going on."

After he released her arms, Booth leaned over and picked up the bottle of water he'd dropped. "Yeah, sorry about that." Opening the bottle he stared at the cap in his hand. "I think I'm getting fat."

Surprised, Brennan raked her eyes over his body and shook her head. "I don't think so. You look fine to me."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth twisted the cap back on the bottle then back off. "I weighed in and I gained five pounds."

Amused that Booth was so worried about his weight, Brennan walked around him and into the kitchen. "You fluctuate in weight all of the time, Booth. It depends upon your exercise regimen and whether or not you've increased your weight training."

Slowly turning, Booth followed Brennan back into the kitchen. "You told me in California that if I didn't stop eating all those donuts I was going to gain weight and I did. I gained five pounds."

Not really concerned, Brennan grabbed an apple from the fruit basket and cut it up into sections. "Booth . . . you're not fat. I merely pointed out that while we were in California you were eating an excessive amount of sweets and you weren't exercising. Now that you are back home and you're eating sensibly again and exercising you will not have to worry about gaining weight. Like I said, your body weight fluctuates all of the time. You're worrying about nothing."

The cap back off of the bottle of water, Booth drank a third of the bottle and placed it on the counter. "Well, if you think so . . ."

As she handed Booth a slice of apple, Brennan turned and glanced at the cake on the counter. "Perhaps if you are so worried about gaining weight, I should take the cake to work and leave it in the break room."

Shocked at the idea, Booth shook his head. "Wait up . . . you can't just give my cake away. I'm going to eat that . . . not all at once, but you are not giving my cake away."

"I thought you were worried about the five pounds you gained." Handing him another apple slice, Brennan fought to keep from laughing. "I am merely trying to . . . "

Booth moved over to where his cake rested on the counter and turned to look at Brennan. "Okay . . . no, I get it and I think I was just over reacting. Yeah, no I'm not gaining weight I um . . . I'll have those five pounds off by the end of the week, so leave my cake here. I'll just throw in a few more miles when I jog in the morning . . . a few more sit ups . . . you leave my cake alone."

Turning, Brennan walked towards the door, her hand plastered over her mouth trying to keep from laughing.

Suspicious, Booth followed her out of the kitchen and watched her walk upstairs. As she reached the landing, Booth heard her laugh. "It's not funny, Bones."

"Sure it is Booth."

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Just a little something I thought of watching Booth eat donuts the other day.