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Happened upon this little Bones fic that really made me smile - anthropologically speaking by Sheafrotherdon .
Summary:
Booth ambles through the Jeffersonian – he's likely constitutionally incapable of anything else, Brennan thinks, his biological architecture a flimsy defense against the reckless forces of socialization (garish socks, troubling pie habit) – but at least, this morning, it provides her with advanced warning of his presence.
Ive read lots of SGA fic by this author that was topnotch, so I knew this one would be a winner.