8A/N: This is in response to etakkate's request (in verse, no less) for some "Booth in Boxers" fan fics.
Takes place anytime. Booth is out-of-town with some other agents. Bones is either not along or not around at the present time.
I do not own Bones (or Booth), but it's an awfully nice thought, isn't it? ;-)
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"Charlie! Pssst! Charlie!"
"Booth? Wh-? What are you doing behind that potted plant?"
"Charlie, go down to the front desk and get a key for my room."
"The front desk isn't going to give me a key to your room, Booth! Why do you need a key to your room?"
"Just go, Charlie. Go to the front desk and get a key for my room!"
"Booth, the front desk is not going to . . . . Booth? Why are you wearing a table cloth?"
"Just go get a key to my room, Charlie!"
"I gotta' hear this one! Do you have anything on under that tablecloth, Booth?"
"Yesssss, I have something on under the table cloth, Charlie. It was an accident. I was putting out my room service tray and the door closed behind me."
"Uh-huh. You were putting out the room service tray. The door closed behind you. And you would be wearing a table cloth, why?"
"I was in my boxers, okay? I got locked out of my room in my boxers. Now. Would you please go down to the front desk and. Get. A. Key. For. My. Room. Please."
"Oh. I'm thinking maybe you will have to do that yourself, Booth. I'm pretty sure the front desk isn't going to give me a key to your room."
"Charlie! Come back here, Charlie! Charlie! Dammit!"
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If you haven't seen etakkate's challenge, it is well worth the visit! See it at fan fic story 7474140.
Something like this happened to a colleague (who still has not lived it down) and I was trying to figure out how it would go.