Booth sat in his office replaying yesterday's scene over in his head. He was surprised that it was Brennan who had agreed to play along first, he felt like if he had mentioned anything of the sort she would have killed him within a second.

There was a knock at the door and Booth looked up to see Zack standing there looking awkward. He stumbled forwards to Booths desk and handed him an A5 sheet of paper folded in half.

"Dr Brennan asked me to deliver this to you" Zack stammered as Booth took the paper and studied his actions. Zack couldn't help but feel nervous; he was lying and of all people he was lying to Booth, the man who could easily break him into two without mercy.

"Thanks Zack" Booth nodded as a dismissal, and with that Zack turned around and left the room with no hesitation.

So she's got Zack involved in this too as her messenger boy eh? Booth thought as he opened the folded piece of paper. As expected, it was another task from so called Brennan. "Do my laundry" was all it read. He rolled his eyes as he had a vague idea of what Angela was hoping he would see in Brennan's laundry.

He got up off the chair and made his way to Brennan's office to tell her what had commenced so far, when Angela rushed over to greet him.

"Hey Booth, what's up?" Angela grinned at him in her best effort to make it look like she truly had no idea what was going on.

"Just picking up Bones laundry. Don't ask" Booth replied acting embarrassed about the whole situation.

"Oh Brennan said something about that. I said I'd go collect it now because I'm free right at the moment and I have a key to her place. I'll drop it off here for you" Angela winked and walked out while fumbling around her pockets for her car keys. She didn't really have Brennan's apartment keys although with a little help from Hodgins she could do anything. However it seemed creepy if she were to sneak around her best friends apartment, sifting through her clothes draws and bagging stuff up like a burglar with a clothes fetish. Of course she would have only taken clean clothes for one Brennan was tidy and wouldn't have dirty clothes hanging around her apartment and two, touching someone's dirty clothes was just... urgh… she shuddered at the thought.

She went to a bunch of different shops, picking up t-shirts, jeans and her favourite; lingerie; that could be put in the laundry bag.

It was the biggest bunch of lies Booth had ever heard from Angela but he couldn't help but laugh at the good attempts that had once been convincing. Booth knocked on the door of Brennan's office and she immediately abandoned any work she was doing to listen to him. Making sure that no one knew what was going on, Booth looked around outside for any suspicious activity, then closed the door behind him. He sat in the chair opposite Brennan who was eager to hear the update. Without a word, he threw the note given to him earlier onto the table and Brennan opened it. She let out a laugh when she saw how simple and straight to the point it was.

"What is she trying" Brennan laughed slightly while looking at Booth who seemed mesmerized by her outburst which he thought was cute.

"I don't know" Booth smiled nervously. To be truthful, he had a slight idea, I mean females and their laundry, it adds up doesn't it.

A sudden thought came across her mind and she gasped "Do you think she's actually going to go in my apartment?…"

"Well it's not like she hasn't done it before right?" Booth asked. However after he said that he immediately wanted to kick himself. Of course she doesn't know. I never told her the full details of what else Angela made me do apart from the coffee muffin thing.

"What do you mean?" Brennan asked, not sure if she really did want to hear since Angela has done some pretty outrageous things in the past.

Booth didn't know how to put it; if he was going to tell her then he would have to say how he had got into her apartment and would have to confront her about the A4 paper that was laying on the coffee table; the one with the in depth description of Andy that they all knew was actually him in the book.

Brennan was awaiting a reply from Booth only to have Zack knock at the door. Booth grinned and thanked the lord silently since Zack couldn't have come at a better time. Booth felt himself fall asleep as he had to listen to the pair talk on and on about some anthropological theory, and was disappointed when Brennan had to leave the room and go up to the platform to look at an old limbo case with Zack.

Booth was still sat in Brennan's office when Angela arrived back with a laundry bag. She handed it over to him, telling him to control himself and not to take a peek at it just yet. She let out a giggle and quickly left the room to report back to Hodgins. She was convinced she had it all under control but little did she know he had expected this. Although, it did still come to shock him a bit when he saw that half the bag was full of all kinds of matching lingerie, probably purchased from Victoria secrets.

After finishing an anthropological debate with Zack; Brennan walked back to her office noticing the laundry bag Booth was holding.

"Is that... my stuff?" she asked nervously.

"I don't know! how the hell am I supposed to know what underwear you wear" Booth replied, frustrated at the situation. Brennan frowned and snatched the bag out of Booths loose grip, opening it and sighing with relief when she saw that none of the clothes were hers.

"These were all shop bought" she announced, noticing that Booth too had the look of relief on his face.

"You know, why does she keep using lingerie?" Booth muttered, looking down at the floor

"Anthropologically speaking, seduction has…" Brennan went to explain until she was rudely cut off by Booth who cringed at the thought of another discussion on an embarrassing subject.

"I know I know, it was a rhetorical question Bones" He sighed.

"But how do we get Angela back?" Brennan enquired.

"We'll give her what she wants" Booth smirked when he saw the look on his partners face which could have won the nobel prize for the best 'deer caught in the headlights' look.

"B-But…" Brennan choked; a thousand responses ticking through her brain at once, but powerless to let it out.

Booth stood up, face inches away from hers. His eyes were reassuring and she felt like she was melting away on the spot like a typical school girl.

Booth realised where he might have gone wrong with that sentence and the look on Brennan's face told him she had possibly taken it the wrong way.

"Not completely literally Bones, but act like we would; right here in the Jeffersonian; she wouldn't expect that" He whispered into her ear, hot breath dancing around both her ear and cheek. But no matter what he said it all sounded wrong and he was half expecting a slap around the face. When he saw the calm look on her face he took it that she had actually understood his rambling.

"Okay" Brennan sighed when he had stepped back, not realising she had been holding her breath the whole time.

Zack was sorting through yet another limbo case. There was hundreds to do but it was better than having a fresh corpse come in with half its flesh still hanging on. There were a bunch of rods and other tools on the table beside him which took Brennan's interest.

"What are all these here for?" she asked, studying the table of objects.

"There are numerous markings on the victim, at least five different weapons were used on the victim however not one of them had been the killing blow" Zack explained.

Brennan knew Zack would be able to figure it out, he wasn't her grad student anymore; he was a fully qualified forensic anthropologist now.

Brennan knew she would have to work on some limbo cases too, but she had more important things to do at this moment in time. She picked up a small whip from the table that had numerous weapons on, and marched off to Angela's office, a faint smile on her face when she imaged the sort of reaction she would receive.

She stood at the doorway, Angela taking a few moments to realise someone was there.

She spotted the whip Brennan was holding and a sceptical look crossed her face.

"You're going to kill me with that?" Angela pointed and couldn't help but laugh.

"No. Have you seen Booth?" Brennan asked, leaving her face expressionless.

"He was around your office a while ago" Angela replied. Brennan hardly ever went to visit her best friend in her office anymore, and now when she did she would ask for Booth. Angela sat there with a grin on her face, about to say something when Brennan got there first.

"You know, you were right Ange. Booth does need to pay up for his penalties" Brennan held the whip in one hand and lightly tapped it in the palm of her other hand suggestively. She bit her lip once again, but this time in attempt not to laugh when she saw Angela's face. The artists mouth was wide open and she heard a loud gasp. This was the first time she had seen Angela unable to mutter a word, and used it as a chance to turn around and fast walk out of her office before questions after questions were thrown at her.

Author Notes: I must say, the ending was sort of cringey to write LOL. But once the idea came to me I couldn't let it pass, like in the first chapter I had thought about the laundry thing but held it off.

I'd like to say a big thankyou to those who reviewed, and especially to those who were able to submit ideas. They helped me gather my thoughts and i can now say i have a few more ideas for the story. Its pretty much going to be B&B vs Angela.

But anymore ideas that come to you guys, please feel free to review; it helps alot =D