Okay, if it were physically possible to strangle a muse, I would have done so. I have parts of an episode-based fic written for 'The Bones That Foam,' but I can't get it to flow from piece to piece. Long story short, I've abandoned that one for now, and this is my second attempt at a fic for 'The Bones That Foam.' This takes place after the scene in the club. Enjoy!


Brennan waited outside as Booth requested. She looked at her watch impatiently, wondering what was taking Booth so long and wishing she'd asked him for the keys. Just as she was getting ready to go back inside to find Booth, he joined her outside. She tilted her head and studied him curiously. He looked a little less…uncomfortable.

"Is everything okay?" Brennan asked.

"Fine!" Booth answered almost too quickly as he unlocked the doors and climbed in the Sequoia.

"That was a very stimulating conversation, don't you think?" Brennan asked as they stopped at a red light.

"Mm," Booth muttered, hesitant to say anymore.

"Did you get what you needed?"

Booth groaned. "I don't want to talk about it, Bones."

"What? Why? If it has something to do with the case I should know about it."

"Oh, right. The case."

"Yes, Booth, the case. What did you think I was talking about?"

"Uh, nothing, Bones. Let's just drop it."

"Oh," Brennan said, realization kicking in. "You thought I was referring to your…" she flapped her hand in the direction of his lap, "…situation."

The light changed, and Booth floored the gas pedal, wishing he could drive fast enough to get away from the disastrous path the conversation was taking.

"It's perfectly normal to be aroused by external stimuli, Booth."

"Bones…" He silently cursed himself for letting her go with him to the club.

"Many people--men and women--would easily be aroused when exposed to Strawberry Lust's large breasts and well-controlled gyrations."

"Seriously, Bones. Can we not talk about this?"

"There's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about, Booth."

"I'm not!" Booth argued harshly. He sighed. "It was just…weird that you were there."

"So you would have been able to question her more thoroughly if I hadn't been there?"

Just when Booth thought the conversation couldn't get any worse…

"That's not what I meant."

"Then explain it to me."

Booth sighed again, clutching the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white. "Those dancers were barely clothed, and you were there watching and being all scientific."

"I'm not bothered by nakedness."

Suddenly, Brennan's phone rang, and Booth was momentarily saved from having to respond.

"Brennan." She listened. "No, Sweets. I'll be there soon. Yeah, just wait in my office." She ended the call and turned her attention back to Booth. "Drop me off at the Jeffersonian. I have an appointment with Sweets."

"Okay," Booth replied, silently thankful for Sweets' interruption.

"What are you going to do?" Brennan asked.

"I'm gonna go talk to Buddy."

"You're not going to wait for me?" she asked, a little hurt.

"It's nothing personal, Bones. I've got a plan. See, what I'll do is go in and act like I want to test drive one of the cars. I'll get Buddy in the car with me, and he'll have no choice but to tell me the truth. If you go with me, he'll know it's a setup."

"I get it," Brennan said as they approached the Jeffersonian. "You're going to manipulate the car salesman. You're good."

Booth grinned. "Thanks."

"So, you never answered my question."

"I'm not sure I want to know, but which question?"

"Was what you got worth the sixty dollars?"

He screeched to a halt in front of the Jeffersonian, and she tried to hide her smile as she watched him shift uncomfortably in his seat.

Brennan unbuckled the seatbelt, opened the door, and got out. Then she turned back and looked at Booth. "Because it was the best sixty dollars I've ever spent."


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