Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, the characters, Fox, blah, blah…you know the drill.

A/N: This is my second 'Bones' fic. I hope you all enjoy, and as always I love to hear feedback. Happy Reading!

Figments of an Overworked Imagination

Seeley Booth swore as he hit another red light. Traffic was a nightmare. He looked down at his watch, 5:45pm. He had intended on leaving the office at 5 o'clock in order to meet Brennan and her band of squints for the Jeffersonian Fundraiser.

The fundraiser was supposed to be some kind of auction. Brennan had tried to explain to him about artifacts in abundance at the museum that could be auctioned to private collectors, but he stopped listening half way through her speech. Not because of his lack of interest…well maybe it was.

He hit the gas when the light turned green, speeding down the road that led to the Jeffersonian. Booth pulled into the parking structure and hurried out of the car, grabbing a file from the passenger seat. He had gotten hell from Brennan earlier that week for forgetting to return it after the last case, when he accidentally grabbed her file instead of his own.

Booth walked to the end of the structure. He reached the elevator and punched the button.

"Come on…" he said quietly to himself.

He stepped into the open elevator doors, checking his appearance in the mirror while he waited as the elevator made its short ascent. The invitation had said black tie. Booth smoothed his black tuxedo jacket, it had wrinkled slightly on his 30 minute drive to the museum. He looked at his watch again, wondering if he should have called Brennan and let her know he was running late.

The elevator dinged, and Booth stepped out of the open doors. He jogged down to the lab, wanting to see if the squints were gone. He checked his pockets for his keycard, smiling when he felt the plastic card. Even if they had already left for the banquet hall, he could still drop off the file in Brennan's office.

The lab was empty when he entered. He looked around, not seeing any activity.

"Great." He muttered.

He would have to find the banquet hall on his own. Booth moved toward Brennan's office. He noticed that the blinds were drawn and the door closed, signs that she had already left.

Booth grabbed the doorknob and flung the door open. What he didn't expect was to see Temperance Brennan…correction, a half naked, Temperance Brennan standing in the middle of her office.

Booths eyes flew to her body. She stood in front of a pile of discarded clothes, but her naked flesh held his attention. She was wearing a black, lacey strapless bra and matching panties. His eyes followed the curves of her breasts, down to her smooth stomach and to her shapely legs. Booth knew he should turn around…close his eyes…something, but he couldn't find the strength. He stood there all of ten seconds, which felt like a lifetime, before her scream tore his attention away.

"BOOTH! Oh my God!" Brennan shouted. She quickly grabbed a dress from the chair next to her and held it up, covering what she could of her body.

Booth noticed with interest that the pink flush that graced her face also graced other parts of her body. He shook his head, trying to rid the images that were playing in his mind. He quickly turned around, keeping his back to her.

"Booth! Get the hell out of here!" she shouted again.

He could hear her struggling to put the dress on. The dress wouldn't help her though. His mind would be permanently ingrained with the image of her in her underwear.

"Bones, I'm sorry! God, I'm so sorry…I didn't know you were in here." He apologized profusely…and only partially meaning it.

"Get OUT!" she said, throwing a shoe at him.

"Ouch! Okay, alright I'm going." He opened the door and shut it quickly behind him.

Booth had never been so embarrassed in his life, but that didn't stop him from enjoying the moment. He looked back at the office, and bit his knuckle. How the hell was he supposed to work with her now, knowing what she was hiding under her lab coat?

He waited a few minutes before hearing the door handle turn. He turned to see her coming out of the office. She was wearing a simple black, strapless dress that had a slightly less than modest slit on the right side. Her hair was swept up in some kind of clip, but a few unruly strands framed her face. She looked gorgeous…even with that scowl on her face.

"Booth!" she said while walking towards him.

He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Bones, I'm really, so sorry. I had no idea you were in there. I came down to give you that file."

She swiped the folder from his hand, and quickly placed it in her office. She emerged again, still angry.

"That's why people knock before entering someone's office!" Her blue-green eyes flashed in anger.

"How was I supposed to know you'd be in there prancing about in your…" He started defensively.

"Don't say it!" she interrupted, "And I was not prancing!"

"I thought you were at the fundraiser!"

"I was waiting for you! You could have at least called and told us you'd be late." She accused.

"I don't know what else to say, Bones. I'm sorry."

"Just don't…mention it again." She paused, "To anyone. Especially Angela."

"I won't. I promise." He replied.

But Booth was still letting the images of her play in his mind. He smiled to himself, but quickly wiped the smug look off his face when he saw her staring at him.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"I need my purse." She replied simply.

He followed her back into her office as she searched around for her purse. He stared at her while she bent down to look under the couch that now held her discarded clothes from earlier. He moved toward the desk to get a better vantage point.

"Let's do it on the couch."

Booth stumbled, "Excuse me?" He asked loudly.

Brennan turned around and gave him a funny look, "I said, I threw it on the couch."

He continued to stare at her, his gaze questioning.

"My purse?" she clarified.

Booth shook his head, "Oh, I thought…never mind." Maybe seeing her half naked wasn't such a good thing. Now his mind was playing tricks on him.

"Here it is." She said, holding up a tiny black pocketbook. "Let's go."

Booth smiled and offered his arm to her. She narrowed her eyes at him for moment, she mumbled something under her breath and linked her arm through his. They walked out of the lab and toward the banquet hall in silence.

Before they entered Booth leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Did I tell you how hot you look tonight?"

"Shut up, Booth."