Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. I know it is sad.

FYI: the Hotel Bones and Booth were at was the Luxor Hotel because I saw the same little inner tubes and pool deck the last time I was there, if I'm wrong sorry, but I'm sure that was the hotel.

"Hot." Booth said from behind Tempe as he zipped her dress up.

"Nothing, Vegas is hot." She spoke into the phone and he couldn't help, but give a smile and a small laugh.

As he finished with her dress and she got off of the phone he chose to keep his new discovery a secret and ask her when she least expected it. Booth headed towards the door, Tempe in tow and they walked out of the room and into the main lobby of the Luxor Hotel.

Four days later Tempe sat in her office working over the last bit of files for Billy's case when Booth knocked on her door and walked in smiling. She had chose to ignore him until she was finished with her last sentence, it would have stayed silent hadn't he opened his mouth.

"Hot." He said smiling at her.

She sat there trying not to look embarrassed, she pretended not to hear him, but it was no use. He had said it back in the hotel while he was fixing her dress and they hadn't mentioned it since, she thought he had forgotten that he would let it pass, but no he had just waited.

"Would you like me to turn up the AC?" she questioned never once looking at him.

"No, thanks." He spoke softly; a smile could be heard in every word.

Tempe stayed on her work; though she had it finished she dare not look at him and acknowledge him, it would be a fate worse than death. It was silent for a few more minutes before she decided she was being childish and chose to put the papers away in the folder.

"here." She said handing the file to him then headed towards the door, hoping he wouldn't open his mouth again and say anything stupid, but as luck would have it just as her hand reached the door, he opened his mouth.

"How long have you had it?" he asked and as she turned to face him, she saw he had made himself comfortable on her sofa.

"Had what?" she asked making her way back to her desk, trying to play dumb.

"Hot." He said again, his smile was huge now, and she found it hard not to look at him.

"I don't know, since I was twenty I guess." She muttered.

"I never figured you to have one."

"Yeah I was young and stupid at the time. My friends talked me into it one night when I was drunk." She explained hoping he'd get off of her case.

"Do you regret it?" he asked his face getting serious.

"Only as of recently." She mumbled giving him a smile, which allowed his to return.

"But you kept it?"

"Of course, I kept it. I wasn't going to have it removed it was hard enough getting it on."

"But why 'Hot'?"

"I'm not sure; I never did figure that one out. I had a hang over and memory lost the next day. I found out about it by looking in the mirror."

"You never thought I'd see it?" he asked truly wondering.

"To be honest I forgot it was even there." She said.

It was silent for a while before Booth spoke again.

"You hungry?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"Thai food?"

"Sounds good."

Tempe got out of her seat and walked with Booth out of her office, the topic was dropped and she had survived the conversation. And as they walked out of the lab his hand rested just above her bottom on her lower back where their topic of conversation was.

A tattoo written in green writing reading 'Hot'.

Well this was just an idea, though I'm positive there are many anthropological reasons as to why she wouldn't get a tattoo, there are also many as to why, but I didn't want to bore you all into submission and scare you off, so please review and let me know what you all thought. Thanks.