Thursday, October 30, 2008

Temperance Brennan and Seeley Booth walked through the lab of the Jeffersonian, arguing about their latest case.

"How about those Phillies?" Hodgins interrupted the bickering pair as they made their way to Brennan's office. "It's been a long time since Philly's had a championship of any kind, right, Booth?"

Booth stopped quarrelling with Brennan, ecstatic over his hometown team's World Series victory. "Man, it's better than sex!"

Clueless as to what they were talking about, Brennan interrupted, "Did you have something for us, Hodgins, or did you just want to talk about sex with Booth?"

"Geez, Bones!" Booth exclaimed. "When you say it like that, it sounds like Hodgins and I were having sex!"

"Hey, you're the one who brought it up."

"Okay, fine. I was just excited about my favorite team winning the World Series, but I'll put aside my moment of pleasure to get back to work," he said, agitated and upset. Booth turned to Hodgins. "Do you have something for us?"

Hodgins glanced from Booth to Brennan, then back to Booth. "Yeah, but I'm running further tests as we speak."

"Okay, thank you, Hodgins. Let us know when you have the results," Brennan told Hodgins, although her eyes remained on Booth.

"Will do, Doctor B.," Hodgins replied before leaving them at Brennan's office door.

Brennan and Booth continued into her office, Booth shutting the door behind them.

"What was that, Bones?" Booth asked, irritation still present in his voice.

"What was what?"

"Out there with Hodgins. He was just making conversation, and you completely snapped at him."

"He was using work time," Brennan explained. "But I wasn't annoyed with Hodgins."

"Wait, you were mad at me?"

"Well, you made such a ludicrous statement out thereā€¦"

"Hold the phone, Bones!"

Confusion flashed across Brennan's face, but Booth continued before she could interrupt.

"No, there's not really a phone. It's a phrase that means 'what are you talking about?'"

"Then why didn't you say that? I'd understand."

Booth sighed heavily. "Never mind, Bones. What statement were you talking about?"

"The one about the sports victory. You said it was better than sex, but you can't know that for sure."

Booth laughed uncomfortably. "You're going to tell me about my experiences with sex?"

Brennan stepped into his personal space, a move she'd learned from him. "While the victory may be better than any sex you've had, you don't know if it's better than all sex."

"I'm not sure I want to know, but what's your point, Bones?" Booth questioned, pulling at his shirt collar.

Brennan took a deep breath and leaned closer to him. "Do you want to test your theory?"

Stunned, Booth stared at his partner. "Are you asking what I think you're asking?"

"All I'm saying is that I'm willing to bet that sex with me would be better than any championship."