The aftermath…

It had taken a whole day and two cleaning teams to restore the Jeffersonian to its immaculate state. Luckily the day had been slow, everyone at home taking long showers or baths, scrubbing at the stains on their clothing.

The next morning Bones heard the familiar ringing of her phone. She smiled, Booth.

"Be there in twenty." She said as she headed out of her apartment, grabbing a bag on her way out.

"Hey Booth." She grinned, dropping the bag on his desk. She hadn't bothered to shut the door behind her.

"Hey Bones. What's this?" He opened them, seeing a mass of gray fabric inside.

"Your pants. You left them at my house last night. I washed them for you, couldn't get the stains out though."

Neither of them noticed the shocked cough outside Booth's office.

"It's fine, you ripped them pretty badly. I think it's time they retire. How are your knees?"

"They're fine, I wrapped them and took a hot bath. I was pretty sore from yesterday."

"Yeah, you were a wild animal Bones. Want to go grab some lunch? Sweets said he wants to meet us at the diner instead."

A small crowd had formed by Booth's door at this point. When he suggested lunch however, they all scattered.

"Sounds fine." The two of them walked out of his office, both of them wondering why random people were giving them thumbs up. One even came up and patted Booth on the back.
"What on earth was that?" Booth asked once they were in the elevator.

"I have no idea. Thank you for the compliment on my paintball skills. That game was rather intense. Sorry for ripping your pants by the way, I was trying to save you from Zach's machine. "

"It was no problem Bones."

"You were rather magnificent though, as a team we were quite effective."

"You're right Bones. We are quite a team."

And it's done! Just a bit of innuendo at the end, I couldn't resist. =D