Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Bonin' 

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we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

	Bonin' - (bonin.txt) - Season Three's unfilmed episode of Bones
was pulled, not because of the explicit content, which no one got to 
the point of considering, but because of the mystery surrounding a
series of threatening notes, purporting to be from Temperance Brennan
herself, found in Kathy Reichs novels about her counterpart.
Temperance, it seemed, was upset that her character wasn't getting any.
She, herself, the real fictional Temperance, would be humping
everything that moved, including legs, the notes argued. So, naturally,
the episode where not only she, but everyone else, does the same was
pulled.

	A half-clad (upper half: sports bra) woman bursts out of the
bushes and runs toward camera. (Production note: wouldn't it be 'arty'
if she runs right up and lets her pubic area fill the lens for the
segue?)
	Line: Ahhhhhhh!!!!
	The camera stays on the bushes in anticipation, but all that is
seen is the commotion caused by her emerging slowly settling. As if
curious, the camera moves in and through the bushes. First it finds
jogging shorts. Next it finds an unconscious jogger. Then- pan up-
there is the trademark gristly corpse draped over the limb of a tree,
one arm hanging down. Another hunk of flesh 'drips' off as the camera
records.
	Same location, bottomless jogger in back, by fire truck, blanket
over shoulders, covering nothing interesting. Assorted emergency
vehicles make convenient path for Booth's Jimmy to pull into frame.
Booth and Brennan emerge.
	"Hey! Could you cover her up?" Booth shouts to the fireman
offering the jogger a cup of something.
	"Why are you so prudish? In ancient Greece the first Olympic
games were held with totally nude participants," Brennan inquires.
	"You know what, Bones?" Booth replies. "That was different. It
was all guys and women weren't allowed to watch. See- I do know
something. Try not to faint."
	Not fainting, not even put off track, Brennan comes back with,
"I was just saying that exercising in the nude is an ancient tradition.
It is very freeing. I exercise in the nude every morning."
	Booth gives her that look. The 'hey, we're partners here' look
that makes no real sense since partners should be able to share that
kind of intel without remark, but points up the 'oh yeah, we're gonna 
do it' subtext of the show.
	Looking up into the tree Brennan gets that cute little nose
wrinkle that shows she's thinking. For once, she doesn't announce sex,
race and approximate age. The skeleton is still far too emcumbered
with the squishy stuff and too far away. Booth pipes up anyway.
	"I know, collect it all and take it to the Jeffersoninan," he
says.
	"We'll need the branch too," Brennan reminds him.
	As Booth and Brennan pull away, a coroner's car pulls up and
we see Cam, looking disheveled.

	Scene mirrors last before break. Squints stand around the corpse
and Cam hurries in, still disheveled. Brennan is speaking.
	"Male caucasian, early 30's," she identifies the victim.
	"Whoa! Hard night last night, Cam?" Booth asks.
	"Mind your own business, Seely," Cam says irritably. "What have
we got here?"
	"Looks like a body," Hodgins quips. "We'll leave the confirmation
to the coroner, who was laaaa-te."
	He gets another irritated look, because it doesn't matter how Cam
twists her face- it's still sexy.
	"And I've got a really great tree limb- which I will be going to
examine now," Hodgins says and exits.
	Cam looks at the body and then back up at Booth and Brennan.
	"Why does Hodgins have a tree limb?" she asks.
	"Because that's where the body was found," Booth says clicking
a clicker and the crime scene shot from four scenes back projects
on a screen behind them.
	"I supposed we have to rule out some big bird left him there,"
Cam says.
	"There was no evidence of a nest," Brennan starts and Cam rolls
her eyes. "It is far more likely this is the work of a large predator.
Jaguars and lions leave their kills in trees to keep it from smaller
scavengers."
	"But we will be exploring other explanations as well, I hope,"
Cam tries to get back on track.

	Hodgins encounters Angela in the hall. They both stop, waver, and
then both step right. Hodgins smiles at Angela.
	"No, Jack. Just... no," Angela says. "Break-up sex is what you 
have before you break up and then you don't anymore."
	"I just smiled," Hodgins points out. "And aren't you supposed to
be celibate anyway?"
	"Sweets suggested it. What does Sweets know about sex?" Angela
huffs.

	Apparently Sweets knows something about sex. He also wears
Spiderman underwear, as we see from the shorts on the floor, but at
the moment he's demonstrating sex knowledge and not wearing underwear.
	Daisy is wrapped around him like Buddha or, better, Siva the
dancer, as her legs around his waist, crossed at the shins and arms
around his neck give the impression of more limbs as she bounces
happily on Sweets's thrusts.
	"This is like a nooner, only it isn't noon and that's supposed to
be on your free time and this isn't free time, is it? We're being
really naughty, aren't we?" Daisy babbles as Sweets fucks her.
	"Yes, Daisy. We are bad," Sweets replies. "We are sexual rebels.
Isn't that exciting?"
	"Can I get down now?" Daisy asks. "I want you to do that thing
like last time- where you bend me all into a pretzel."
	"Daisy, I told you. I had the book upside down," Sweets groans,
but Daisy is already unmounting and spinning giddily into a position
with her face pressed to the carpet, her arms angled around her head
and her rear end precariously pointed up.
	Her face is turned to one side and her body is twisted so her
legs are on the same plane as her gaze. She is teetering in the awkward
position and Sweets grabs her far leg and lifts it before she falls. Leg
straight up, the rest of her unchanged, Sweets gets over her and begins
the shallow squats to resume fucking.
	"Bad time?" Cam asks.
	Sweets looks up with surprise on his face. The couch hides most
of what is happening, but he is shirtless. He considers some excuse,
then looks at the leg he is holding against his chest.
	"I don't see a thing," Cam soothes him. "But when I can, I'd
like to see you- with a shirt if you don't mind."

	Booth can relax. The jogger is all dressed up now. So is the guy
we last saw laying on his back under the victim. We pull back to see
Cam and Sweets on the other side of the mirror.
	"You know you don't really work for me," Cam is saying. "We both
work for the the F.B.I., separately, if you know what I mean."
 	"Why are you establishing we're not co-workers?" Sweets asks.
"Dr. Saroyan, are you trying to seduce me?"
	Cam sputters as we push back into the interogation room.
	"So you were, um... looking for a little privacy when you found
the body?" Booth asks.
	"They were preparing to have sex," Brennan interrupts. "Why don't
you just say they were preparing to have sex? There was clear evidence.
This woman was naked from the waist down and the male was found with
his penis exposed. It's what they were doing."
	The last is a little defensive as Booth scowls at her and the
two interrogees look shocked.
	"Whatever it was, Karen screamed in my ear and I looked up and
then things got fuzzy." the man says.
	"He fainted," Karen says a bit sharply. "He fainted and fell off
me backwards."
	"Did you happen to notice anything else odd at the time?" Booth
asks.
	"Other than rotting flesh dropping on me? No," Karen says.
	"I fainted," the man says aiming his admission aggressively at
Karen.
	"Then that's all we have for you," Booth says. "If we have other
questions, we have your numbers."

	Now back to Cam's office and Sweets standing by her station with
a big grin on his face.
	"For the last time, I was not 'stunned' when I saw what I didn't
see in your office and I was not overcome with a desire for you," Cam
is rattling off with attendant irritation. "I have another matter of
a private nature I hoped to discuss with you."
	"All right, all right, no need to be ashamed of those needs, but
if they've changed, I'll be happy to assist you in any way I can,"
Sweets answers.
	"I'm having some kind of reaction," Cam says. "I don't know to
what. Pressure? Trying to raise a teen? Working with a former lover?
I don't know, but I don't know if I can control it."
	"Lover? You mean Booth? You've slept with Booth? Oh wow!" Sweets
gets all goofy.
	"Dr. Sweets, you're supposed to be a professional and this is
a priviledged conversation," Cam reminds him.
	"I know," Sweets says, zipping his mouth shut, "I won't tell
 anyone, but Booth! God! I hate that guy."
	"You know, I'm not sure you're the right one to help me with this,"
Cam says with that grim purse of the lips that's sexy too.

	"You know, we don't have to worry about every little detail
that's not relevant to the case," Booth says to Brennan.
	"But how do you know what's relevant until we know what's
happened?" Brennan asks.
	"I hardly think two people sneaking into the weeds for a quick 
one is a clue," Booth says dissmissively.
	"Do you think it was for a 'quick one'?" Brennan asks. "Do you
have some expertise in this field? I would have thought the woman 
would have simply lowered her shorts as well if they were going for a
quick one and not taken them off."
	"Do you really think they had anything to do with it?" Booth
asks. "How long was that guy up there anyway?"
	"A week, possibly two, given the level of decompostion, but
that's Cam's area, not mine," Brennan says.
	"So it really wasn't a quick one if they were there that long,"
Booth says.

	"Hello Seely," Cam says.
	"Cam," Booth replies.
	They are stiffly formal.
	"Any progress? Time of death? Cause of death?" Booth asks.
	"The tox screen came back negative. Beyond that, my best guess
is seven to 10 days for time of death," Cam says. "Hodgins is hatching
bugs he thinks will tell us more."
	"Umm, thanks," Booth says.
	"No problem," Cam replies.

	Cam is lurking at the door of the Angelator as Angela, still
unaware Cam is there, does stuff. Cam finally steps in.
	"Angela..." Cam says.
	"Oh! Dr. Saroyan. I didn't hear you. You need something?" Angela
asks.
	"I'm afraid I do," Cam says. "And I don't know who to ask about
it."
	Angela is confused. Might utter something like huh? to that.
	"I was going to ask Sweets, but... I don't know," Cam says. "It
didn't seem like he could help me."
	"And you think I can?" Angela asks. "What kind of problem is it?"
	"A sex problem," Cam says. "Lately, I can't say no. And I can't
get enough even when I say yes. I don't know what's happening to me."
	"Booth withdrawal," Angela says. "It must be hard to replace a
hunk like that."
	"Booth? Who said anything about Booth?" Cam sputters and then
asks, "How did you know?"
	"I always know," Angela preens. "I assume everybody is doing it
in every combination and then check off the ones that prove me wrong.
But you and Booth? Easy."
	Now Cam has the quizzical look.
	"Like I know Sweets wants it bad," Angela says. "Stuff like that
is so obvious."
	Cam looks uneasy and is eager to get back to the subject.
	"But if you're right, what do I do?" Cam asks.
	"Personally, I don't see the problem," Angela says. "But that's
because I can't say yes to every guy that comes along because of this
celibacy nonsense. But if you want it to stop, maybe Sweets is the
answer."
	"You think he can really advise me on this?" Cam asks.
	"No," Angela says, "Fuck Sweets. That should counter-act your
problem with Booth. You know, shame cancels lust?"
	Cam is scowling, but she's thinking about it.

	Hodgins and the mopey grad assistant who's in Avatar are staring
raptly at Hodgins's computer screen. They look like it's porn, but as
the camera comes around we see it's only porn to them. It's flies
fucking.
	"These little mustidae have a strict 8-day cycle," Hodgins is
enthused like it is sex. "With these hatching out and, what? a day or 
two for the skin rupture, I say this guy died last Tuesday."
	"So like my life," moans the grad assistant. "A week growing and
then one day to enjoy life before- poof."
	"But they look like they're enjoying every minute," Hodgins
points out.

	"Jack, I said no," Angela greets Hodgins.
	She sounds firm and serious and better be because Hodgins is
seriously firm in the region below his belt.
	"Angela, this isn't for you. Well, it is if you want it, but
that's not why I've got it," Hodgins explains.
	He doesn't get any farther explaining. From rebuffingly stern,
Angela goes to a lip lock on Hodgins in a sudden spring. Hodgins's
eyes go wide seen past Angela's cheek and they sink out of frame.
	"Angela I was thinking... what are you two doing?" Cam does a
double-take as the camera follows her gaze down to the floor.
	Jack is being ravished with a quizzical look on his face. You
know he's wondering how this got to be a part of 'no' in Angela's 
lexicon. Angela's face comes up with the deer in the headlights look. 
	"Doing?" she stalls, "Er- research? On- what the couple that
discovered the body might have seen?"
	"No, Angela," Cam dimisses the excuse, "Let me re-phrase that.
Why are you two fucking on the floor in the middle of the day?"
	"Time of death was Tuesday," Hodgins blurts out. "Mustidae have
a strict eight day cycle..."
	But no one is listening to him. Cam's eyes dart down to take a
peek at the erection Angela had managed to free from Jack's pants, but
then she looks at Angela and scowls.
	"What about your period of celibacy?" Cam asks.
	"You know how crazy it's been making me. And I couldn't help
myself," Angela says, gratuitously making no move to cover up or change
position to hide her breasts. "Jack kept after me and... I guess I
gave in."
	"Hey! I didn't..." Jack tries to plead, but they're still
ignoring him.
	"Tuesday?" Cam moves on. "And I don't want to to see you two like
this ever again."
	"But..." Hodgins says at fade out.

	"So, Agent Booth, if, as you say, your relationship with Dr.
Brennan is strictly that of a partner, tell me how it differs from
other relationships, Dr. Saroyan for instance," Sweets is questioning
Booth in the guise of therapy.
	"It's not that different," Booth says defensively.
	"Aha!" Sweets says. "So you would like to have a sexual
relationship with Dr. Brennan like you have with Dr. Saroyan?"
	"What? No. Where did you hear that? And we haven't. Not for a
long time," Booth says.
	"Well, I'd be violating doctor patient priviledge if you didn't 
know you've been sleeping with Cam, but I think you're aware," Sweets
says. "If not, then there's more wrong with you than I can fix."
	"There's nothing wrong with me," Booth maintains. "I get edgy.
That's normal in my line of work."
	"You're edgy because you have to work with a dish like Dr.
Brennan and you can't admit you'd like to jump her bones," Sweets says.
"There- see? I made a joke. Jump her bones... Come on, that's funny."
	Booth isn't seeing the humor and reverts to intimidating Sweets,
which works as reliably as always. Sweets backs away, but his mouth
still runs.
	"Now this is denial, Agent Booth," he says. "You are willfully
turning away from what you know is true. Intimidating me isn't going to
change that. You'll just ruin a perfectly good pair of Spiderman
underoos."

	Temperance finally has the bones. She's wearing those neat clear
goggle-glasses that try to make her look smarter and more focused. She
holds up a rib-bone.
	"Evidence of tearing in the intercostal regions," she says to the
mopey assistant. "There is evidence they were nearly parted from the
sternum."
	"Also there is damage to the patellas consistent with a impact,"
the assistant adds.
	"So it would seem this victim fell onto the branch from above,"
Dr. Brennan says.
	"That would be consistent with the evidence," says the assistant.
"Also with the theory that he was dropped by a bird."
	Brennan gives him the, 'your job is hanging by a thread' look
with appropriate knotted brows.
	"Or maybe just from a higher branch," the assistant amends quickly.
	"So you're saying he was in the tree before he ended up in the
tree," Booth puts in. "But would the fall have killed him?"
	"No," Dr. Brennan and the assistant say together.
	"But I'm thinking this huge fracture on the posterior of the 
cranium might have," the assistant adds.
	"So he was hit on the head in the tree and fell where we found
him?" Booth asks.
	"We don't we know where he fell from," Brennan cautions,
"Although I still do not think it was a bird."
	"Then I guess it's time to get Angela involved," Booth says.

	The sharper observers among you might suspect a virus is loose
in the Jeffersonian as Booth goes to consult Angela. The room is oddly
dark as he steps in. He rounds the computer station from which Angela
controls the Angelator and then starts backward as Angela appears. She
is completely naked and grinning.
	"Come on, Booth, you must have wondered," Angela says.
	"Wondered what?" Booth asks, edging away from the nude woman.
	"Wondered what Jack was getting," Angela says, stalking Booth
at the same speed he is trying to retreat. "I know I can't stop
thinking about what Cam's had. - Not that I didn't wonder all for
myself since you showed up. You are a hunk, you know."
	"Angela- I don't think... I don't think this is a good idea,"
Booth stammers.
	"It's the best idea I've had since that tweek Sweets told me to
be celebate," Angela says.
	"Sweets, huh?" Booth gets a wry grin and is off-guard for just 
the instant it takes for Angela to close the distance between them and
leap on him.
	"Angela!" Booth gasps as his reaction to her attack takes him
off-balance to go with off-guard and she over-balances him backwards
out of frame.
	"Well, this could certainly make a woman lose her mind," Angela's
voice comes up from the floor, leaving little doubt what part of
Booth's anatomy is gripped in her hot, sweaty hand.

	"What does Angela think?" Dr. Brennan asks the rumpled and guilty
looking Booth.
	"She... uh..." Booth gropes for words. "She's got to set up her
machine and then she'll see what she can do."
	"It is amazing what she can do, isn't it?" Brennan asks and 
solicits and even more worried look from Booth.
	"I am quite intelligient, you know," Brennan says, seemingly out
of nowhere.
	"I never said you weren't," Booth says defensively.
	"For one thing, you are disheveled and I know that appearance is
important to you," Brennan says. "But then there is that wet spot-
right there by your inseam. The penis retains semen when in its erect
state that it no longer has the capacity to hold when it loses
tumescence, so I can deduce from the evidence that you have had recent
sex."
	"I... ah... umm..." Booth sputters, backing away because Tempy is
emphasizing the location of the wet spot by pointing and her finger is
perilously close to Booth's crotch.
	"From here the evidence is circumstantial, but I feel comfortable
postulating that you had sex with Angela," Brennan says. "Was it
satisfying?"
	"What? Hey! Whoa!" Booth protests.
	"I only ask because I hope that it was," Brennan says. "If you
had chosen to have sex with me instead, I am sure you would be
satisfied. I am quite skilled in sexual endeavors."
	"Bones! We're partners," Booth protests. "That stuff can get us
in trouble. Don't you hang around and watch Fringe? See what it did to
Dunham?"
	"But she is an F.B.I. agent and I'm a forensic anthropologist,"
Brennan says. "I would cope differently with you going rogue and dying."

	Loathe as we are to leave that scene, just when it looks like
something's going to happen, we cut to Cam pacing in front of the door
to Sweets office. She is in turn disgusted and worried. She puts her
hand out for the handle and pulls it back. She is clearly undecided.
	"Oh! Dr. Saroyan, did you want something?" Sweets says as he
opens the door and discovers Cam again reaching for the handle.
	"I... ahh... ummm..." Cam sputters and then says the first
control thing she can think of, "I'm glad to find you sometimes dress
in your office."
	"Come now, Dr. Saroyan, you've already established I don't work
for you so you can't be monitoring me," Sweets says. "From that anxiety
reaction, I'd guess you're finally going to tell me what you wanted to
say earlier."
	"It's not about sleeping with you," Cam blurts out.
	"I was willing to think I was mistaken, but now that you bring it
up again, I'm not so sure I wasn't right," Sweets says. "But if it 
isn't that, then what is it?"
	Now Cam feels trapped. The whole 'can't say no' 'gotta have it'
is working to make her accept Angela's rationale that Sweets is the
cure, but, come on, Sweets? And she knows he will be even more
exasperatingly smug if she does it.
	But, hey, part of the cure, no?
	"I'm not sure what I want," Cam says.
	"What do you think you want?" Sweets goes psychobabble on her.
	At this moment Dr. Brennan is in the hall on her way to her
office. Cam sees an opportunity for escape and grabs it.
	"Dr. Brennan, have we any better idea how our victim got into
the tree?" Cam says as she speeds away from Sweets.
	"Only conjecture at this point," Temperance says, "but the cause
of death was a blow to the posterior cranium."
	"Well, duh," Cam says, not the head of the Jeffersonian because
she screws anything that moves, which only recently became a thing.
"Any idea when we'll know more?"
	"Angela will have to dress after her sex with Booth and then
she'll run a model," Temperance says. "That may tell us something."
	"Sex with Booth?" Cam is shocked.
	"Undeniably," Temperance says. "I evaluated the evidence and
Booth didn't deny my findings."
	Now Cam is reeling. Unwelcome scenes of Booth with Angela flash
in her head, enhanced by her own intimate knowledge of Booth's
dimensions, proclivities and style. Her emotions are a murky muddle of
shock, jealousy and titillation. Her demon sees its chance in her
weakened resolve.
	"Sweets! In your office!" Cam orders Sweets.
 
	"Oh my god! Dr. Saroyan! Golly! You are incredibly beautiful and
amazingly sexy! I can't believe this!" Sweets is babbling as the
topless and soon to be left in only panties Cam is undressing herself
with one hand and tearing at Sweets' clothes with the other.
	"This is like the best dream ever, only better because it's not-
a dream," Sweets bubbles over as naked Cam is pulling him down onto his
shrink's couch on top of her.
	"I mean, Daisy- Daisy is hot and adventurous and willing, but
you- I mean, oh gosh, Dr. Saroyan you're... oh gosh!" Sweets enthuses
as his narrow rump rises and falls rapidly on top of Cam.
	"Don't talk. Just fuck," Cam growls at him.

	The fucking plot. One of the hottest scenes ever on television
and we have to cut to Booth interviewing the lovers again. He's found
out the dead guy (Jack Gregory) was until about 10 days ago the run into
the camera bottomless girl from the crime scene's (Karen) boss. This
is what is called a connection.
	"So you're saying you didn't know it was Mr. Gregory up in that
tree," Booth is saying.
	"I didn't know it was a man," Karen says, "I feel flesh stuff
dropping on my face and I look up and see a body. I screamed, I didn't
look to see if I could identify it."
	"And then your boyfriend fainted," Booth goes on.
	"Jack Squat," Karen says.
	"What?" Booth snorts.
	"His name is Jack Squat," Karen says, clearly not amused with
Booth's amusement. "And yes, before you ask, my other lovers are Jacques
Hit and Jack Cough."
	"I guess you do know Jack," Booth snickers. "But I guess Mr.
Gregory isn't one of them. Not with a normal name like Gregory."
	"As a matter of fact, he was, briefly, before his wife found out,"
Karen reveals.
	"And how did Mrs. Gregory take it?" Booth asks. "She threaten
her husband or anything like that?"
	"Not with dropping him into a tree," Karen said. "She threatened
to leave him and take every penny he had."
	"Thank you," Booth says. "Now I don't want to Jack you around,
but I may want to ask more questions."
	She gives him a withering look and her mouth twists into something
between nausea and pity.

	"Is that how you interrogate?" Brennan asks outside the
interrogation room. "I thought you said not to introduce irrelavancies
into the questioning."
	"Come on, Bones, it was just too funny," Booth says. "Jack Squat?
Jacques Hit? Jack Cough? She has a serious Jack obsession."
	"Then perhaps Dr. Hodgins should question her," Brennan says.
	"I don't think a jury would give her answers the proper weight if
she's humpin' Hodgins when she gives them," Booth says, still too 
amused by the situation to have his normal 'oh god, what if she wants to
fuck?' reaction to Brennan.
	We go out on Dr. Brennan contemplating something.

	"Oh god! Dr. Saroyan! I... I've... It's never been like this!"
Sweets is gasping from somewhere under the bouncing naked half of Cam
we can see.
	Her face is fixed and intent, maybe a bit manic, and her motion is
purposeful as well as vigourous. And, my, don't those bounce nice! She is
sheened in a light sweat and this has gotta make you go off in your
pants, man or woman.
	She doesn't reply. She works with intent and perhaps a bit of
obession as she fucks Sweets.
	"It's too much!" protests Sweets. "I can't go on like this! Too
much of a good thing isn't a good thing!"
	Booth steps in. "Sweets? he says before seeing Cam, then, "...!!!"
	"Seely!" Cam gasps, freezes, and blushes.
	If you didn't dump a load before, then that blush has got to get
you off. She's awesome! Anyway, Cam tries to scrabble off and succeeds
in falling on the floor. We hear, but, dammit, don't see. Sweets's head
pops up.
	"It's not what you think!" he says and then looks to the side. 
"Well, it might be, but you're getting it all wrong!"
	What is going on in Booth's mind? He looks dazed, but if it's 
betrayal or an urge to strangle Sweets, he quickly masters it and gets
right into the big macho jock face he wears with Sweets. He even gets
that conspiritorial grin.
	"So Cam's not been gettin' enough, huh?" he says.
	"How can you tell that? Is that some field technique they teach 
at the bureau?" Sweets asks, and quickly catches himself.
	Not to worry. Booth is only confused and doesn't realize Sweets
has just betrayed Cam's confidentiality in his hasty conclusion that
Booth has somehow discerned it.
	"Anyway, I just stopped in to tell you Angela has her thing set
up and is going to show us what happened," Booth says with an
unconvincing nonchalance.
	"Angela's thing?" Cam pops up, to collarbones, "What about her
thing?"
	Oops. Guilty knowledge makes Booth get all defensive again. "Her
machine. The thing she's got. Her big whoop holo-matic thing."

	Are we tense? A hastily dressed Cam stands next to a contrite
Hodgins, Cam searching every face and Jack looking at the floor. Angela
is next to Hodgins and Booth steps away from Angela to let the mopey
grad student step between them. Angela and the grad student exchange
looks and we see the start of a knowing smile on both of them. Booth
looks at Cam, but then his head snaps to Brennan who is on the other
side of him and then right back to the Angelator. Brennan seems only
interested in what Angela is going to show them.
	"Well, ahh," Angela clears her throat against the tension in
the room and says, "Based on the intercostal tearing and the damage
to the patellas, I've been able to calculate the fall at about 100
feet."
	The hologram of a tree with the body on the branch come up and
then the body moves up, up, up. The top of the tree is some 20 feet
about the branch. When the body gets to 100 feet it's well above any
part of the tree.
	"Maybe it was a BIG bird?" Hodgins says with a side-long, hoping
she'll forget him with Angela, look at Cam.
	"That just doesn't fit the facts we know about avian predators,"
Brennan responds. "However, it also rules out a jaguar."
	"What about a different kind of bird," Booth says.
	He gets a irritated look from Brennan and smiles as he makes his
point.
	"Like a Whirley bird, a helicopter" Booth says.

	"Booth just called from the airport," Brennan is informing Cam
in her office. "The woman who found the body paid to rent a helicopter
10 days ago. Pilot name: Jack Cough. He's going to bring them in now."
	"Good," says Cam. "Dr. Brennan? Are you sure Seely, you know,
with Angela?"
	"That they had sex? The evidence was compelling," Brennan says.
	"And that doesn't bother you?" Cam asks.
	"No. Why should it? Sex is a necessary function and quite
pleasurable if performed correctly," Brennan says. "Angela is my friend,
as is Booth. Why shouldn't I want them to feel good?"
	"But you like Booth- you know what I mean," Cam says as Brennan
gets that 'I'm going to argue' face. "Doesn't it bother you he's giving
it to Angela and not to you?"
	"Not the way it seems to bother you," Brennan says.
	"Does everybody know?!" Cam is exasperated.
	"Of course. The evidence is compelling," Brennan says but spares
us the back to work in the same clothes next day and guilty looks
explanation, instead going back to the original question. "But Booth is
a strange man, or very dumb, which I choose not to believe. I've given
all the signals that I'm ready to mate, but he doesn't act on them.
But my frustration shouldn't affect my opinion of Angela being happy."
	"I don't think you have to worry about Angela being happy," Cam
says slyly. "Where is she, anyway?"
	"I don't know," Brennan says. "She said something about getting
a broom from the broom closet."
	Brennan looks out at the lab. Hodgins is at his desk but the mopey
grad student is significantly missing.

	"All right, all right, Jack- Gregory not any of the others, was
going to let his wife leave. He wanted me!" Karen is confessing.
	"You killed him because he loved you?" Booth is confused.
	"He was an idiot! She was going to take all his money. I only
slept with him because he was my boss. How could he pay me if he had
no money?" Karen snaps. "And Jack- Cough, not any of the others only did
me a favor flying the chopper. He didn't know what was in the bag until
we dumped... the body, over the tree."
	"And why in a tree?" Booth asks.
	"I thought it would fuck up the investigation," Karen says smugly.
"Then no one found it and I got impatient. So I had to stage the little
scene under the tree so I could point it out, seemingly innocently."
	"Well then, I guess you're seemingly innocently on your way to prison
for a long time," Booth sums up.
	Cut to Sweets's office. We see Daisy down to a flash of nipple as she
heaves on the couch.
	"But darling (oh oh oh ah ah ah) I should return the favor! (oh oh ah ah)"
	Sweets's head pops up in the vincinity of her crotch.
	"Oh no, baby, I want to. I need to. I just want you to know how much
you mean to me," Sweets says with a totally guilty face and what we know is
a very limp dick.
	[End credits]
	{Note on posting: You may note that Booth and Brennan still don't fuck.
This demonstrates that, despite the threats, the plodding literal minds of
network executives never evolve. Oh no, they can't be together- look at what
happened to 'Moolighting'. Which is stupid since that show founderd on a
combination of a run that exhausted new ideas as well as the discord both in
front and behind the camera.]
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