Gold_Wolf_Productions

[WolfMyjic]

AN/ Whoever out there has watched 'Who's Line is it Anyway', please raise your hand. This story was inspired by a game on 'Who's Line' in which two of the players have only two lines of dialogue each, and the third can say whatever they want. In handling the dialogue, I wrote Booth's and Wolfy wrote Zack and Hodgins. Enjoy

Chapter One: What Do You Mean By That?

Booth walked to the remains with Dr. Zack Addy and Dr. Jack Hodgins, both with him while Brennan was in the middle of a book tour. The one time she turns me down, Booth thought as they approached the remains. "Okay, some kids were hiking along that trail over there when they came across the body. They called the police, who punted it over to me due to the fact that the remains are in a state park. I want the remains looked over quickly so we can get out of here, comprende?"

Zack nodded and began to walk toward the remains. "That's my job," he tossed over his shoulder.

"Yes it is, Zack, but I want to see more work and less talk, okay?"

"What do you mean by that?" Hodgins asked.

"What do you mean, what do I mean? I mean that the hole that's a few inches lower than your nose needs to be shut so we can concentrate on bagging these remains and soil samples."

Hodgins held out his arms and smiled at the agent. "Somebody needs a hug."

"You do that, and I'll shoot you. See, and people wonder why I shot an Ice Cream Truck. Just...get to work."

"That's my job," Zack called again from the remains.

Booth rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm sure you can get some help from Hodgins, it's not like it'll kill you."

"Who needs this?" the young doctor asked, throwing down a glove.

"You're going to pout now? Oh for the love of all things holy, act like a professional. You're a forensic anthropologist. Start behaving like one."

"What do you mean by that?" Hodgins asked as he scratched at his head.

"You've got to be kidding me. What are you two, a couple of comedians? Next time I'm not going to let Bones convince me that this is a good idea, taking the two of you alone."

"Somebody needs a hug," Hodgins said again, holding out his arms and taking a step toward the agent.

"Geez, what is it with you and the hug thing? You want to hug someone, hug Zack."

"Who needs this?" Zack questioned, with raised eyebrows.

“Who needs...Okay, you two can just get back to work. It'll make us all a lot happier."

"That's my job," Zack repeated.

Booth reached for his gun, before stopping and taking a calming breath. He looked at the two scientists and sighed. Brennan certainly wouldn't appreciate him taking out two members of her brain trust, not to mention that it would cause a lot of paperwork. "How's about this. I'm going to go stand over there by the other agents, and you're going to look at our victim here. How does that sound?"

"What do you mean by that?" Hodgins asked.

"It means that if I don't get away from the two of you while you dig in the dirt, then I'll cause someone harm, and it won't be myself."

Hodgins cocked his head to one side and smiled. "Somebody needs a hug."

As Zack snickered at the comment, Booth shot both of them a dirty look. "I certainly don't need this. And I don't need a hug. Now, please, just leave me alone."

Zack threw his hands in the air. "Who needs this?" he said around a sigh.

Booth glowered at the pair as another agent approached them. "There a problem here Booth?"

"No, no problem, just a friendly discussion with my squints."

"What do you mean by that?" Hodgins asked- his voice laced with irritation.

"I'm sorry...my two esteemed colleagues are having a discussion with me in regards to the remains. Happy now?"

Zack nodded and said, "That's my job.�

Booth, never one to cry, wished at that second to have a nice soft, feminine shoulder to shed tears on. His FBI agent friend looked at Zack and smiled. "Yes it is your job and you're doing great job at it too."

"What do you mean by that?" Hodgins asked, stepping between Zack and the agent.

"It means that just because you have a higher level of intelligence, you are socially inept and need to be coddled to get results." The agent wasn't prepared for the fist to the face from Booth's end.

"If anyone's going to coddle them, it's gonna be me."

"Who needs this?" Zack said yanking his kit up from the ground.

"Zack, please, just set your kit down. You know Bones won't like knowing that you let some jerk get to you."

"Somebody needs a hug," Hodgins piped in.

"You're right, Hodgins. Somebody does need a hug, but for now...remains please."

Zack gave a sigh and put his kit back down. "That's my job."

[WolfMyjic]

Chapter Two: If You Know What I Mean?

RATING: T

AN: This chapter is based off that great Who's line game...If you know what I mean. You'll see what I mean. Haha.


Waitresses weren't supposed to be that sexy if they didn't work at places like Hooters. Booth, Hodgins and Zack watched her, imagining that she was in some little leather get up while washing a car and getting completely soaked. Hodgins sighed in appreciation before taking a swig of beer. "That girl could light my Bunsen burner, if you know what I mean."

Booth nodded his agreement, his eyes never leaving the woman's rear as she bent over a table to collect her tip money.

"No, I don't know what you mean," Zack said, looking from one man to the other. "What do you mean?"

Booth looked at the young doctor and grinned. He made eye contact with Hodgins before the bug man laughed.

"He means, he'd like to fill her graduated cylinder."

"Yeah, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Booth joined in the laughter, bringing one hand up to try and cover the sound. "Oh, come on, man," he said. "Wouldn't you like her to examine your bones?"

Hodgins' laughter turned to a snicker as he pinched his lips shut as Zack answered, "I'm an anthropologist, why would a waitress be looking at my bones?�

"Z-Man, come on. You'd have to love an anatomy lesson from her. It could blow your mind."

"I highly doubt that she knows more about human anatomy than I do."

Booth dropped his head into his hands and let out a loud groan. "What's wrong with him?" Angela asked dropping into the seat next to Hodgins.

"Booth," Zack started. "And Hodgins were trying to explain how that waitress could give me anatomy lessons."

"What he means," Booth jumped in but it was too late. Angela and Cam were staring at him with amused smirks.

"Why would you think that?" Brennan asked, looking around the table.

"No reason," Booth mumbled, before taking a large gulp of his drink. Zack looked at the FBI agent confused.

"Didn't you tell me something about filling her graduated cylinder?" Booth spit out his drink as Cam and Angela began to laugh.

"Fill it with what?" Brennan asked, as confused as the young doctor.

"You know, Bren," Angela started. "The boys here want to check her temperature. Dip into her petri dish."

"They want," Cam threw in, "her to give an oral explanation so she can move to the head of the class."

"What are you talking about? It makes no sense."

"Bones, he'd want to make a donation of DNA, if you know what I'm saying." Cam, Angela and Hodgins snickered.

"No, no, I don't. What does a DNA sample have to do with the waitress?"

"He wants to examine her structure," Hodgins said.

"Of course he would, it's what he does for a living."

"Bren, sweetie," Angela began. "How can I say this?" The artist fell silence as Brennan stared at her.

"Put what?"

Booth shook his head and then leaned over toward her. He whispered something to her, and as the table watched, Brennan's eyes grew wide and she swatted at the agent's arm. "Booth," she said. "Zack does not want to have sex with her. Do you?"

The young doctor looked shell shocked. And then his eyes widened in understanding.

"So what you're saying, is that I'd want to sterilize my equipment." Brennan looked at him as if he were crazy.

"There you go Zack," Angela laughed.