"Brennan." alisema Temperance, holding her cell phone to her ear while she searched for the correct folder. "Booth, I told wewe already, i can't come over until after work, there was a break. Did I leave the case file at the house last night. I can't seem to find it..."
"Bones, there's nothing in the fridge and I'm starving. Can't wewe like pick up some chips and drop them off? Please?" whined Booth through the phone.
"Or wewe could get off your punda and go get yourself some chips. I'm sorry, you're just a very high maintenance sick person. I'll ask Jason if we can stop on the way to the FBI. We're questioning her ex-boyfriend. Her mother alisema he was morbid and always dreamed up ways to kill people." replied Brennan as she jogged out of her office, having found the file.
"Thanks, Bones. Be sure to tell Sweets everything about the guy. au bring him to the interrogation. See wewe in a bit."
Brennan closed her phone as she got into Jason's car. "Can we stop at the diner? I need to pick something up for Booth. Apparently there's no chakula in my house."
"I thought he forgot who wewe were. And why isn't he staying in his own house?" responded Williams as he turned onto a 22nd street.
"He remembered. He alisema he wanted to be close to the lab in case something happened. He's just trying to make up for what happened, though. He's still pretty out of it, so it's not like he'd be able to help me anyway."
Brennan stood in the darkened room on the other side of the interrogation room. The suspect's story couldn't be trusted, and Sweets rambled on as Williams continued the investigation.
"He's nervous. Do wewe see how he keeps changing positions?...How's Booth? Are wewe still not speaking with him?" added Sweets, tearing his eyes away from the window in front of them.
"He's staying with me. Does that mean he's guilty? Being nervous, what does it mean?"
"He's antsy, he knows he's answering these maswali incorrectly. He knows he's a suspect. He keeps shrugging. He's lying. Wait, he's staying with you? That's not professional." alisema Sweets, a look of confusion and surprise on his face.
"He's lying," Brennan alisema into the microphone that led to an earpiece in Jason's ear. "Why isn't it professional? He can't drive, so it's logical that he stay with someone with groceries. And staying with me means he has human interaction. He'd hate living living with Rebecca because it would be awkward, Sid doesn't have an extra room. It's logical for him to stay with me."
"Dr. Brennan, partners don't usually interact outside of work, not like wewe and Agent Booth do. Has anything happened since...?"
"No, Sweets. Booth and I are just partners." alisema Brennan in an irritated tone.
"Booth, I'm home!" Brennan called as she made a sandwich. When he didn't respond she wandered into the living room to find Booth asleep on the couch, the remote hanging limply from his hand. She smiled to herself and walked over to him, leaning over to pull a blanket up to his chest. She took a quick kuoga and placed herself in the armchair inayofuata to the kitanda to work on the case.
About an saa later, Booth stirred, mumbling something about Parker and monkeys. He yawned, stretching out on the couch. Once he was done he looked over at her, smiling. "When'd wewe get back?"
"A while ago. Are wewe hungry? There's stuff for sandwiches in the fridge." she said, then turned back to the papers in front of her. She sighed, put them on the table. "I was talking to Sweets earlier." she alisema as he ambled toward the kitchen.
"Yeah? What about? Is there any mustard in here?" he added as he looked in the fridge for it.
"It's on the juu shelf. He asked about you. He alisema that wewe staying here is un-professional of us."
"Yeah, well that's Sweets for you. What'd wewe tell him? Where's the ham? You're organization in here is terrible." he replied jokingly.
"Booth it's on the juu shelf. Do wewe need help? I alisema we were just partners. He never believes it, but he stoped talking." she alisema as she walked over and pulled the ham, as well as the cheese, out of the fridge.
"Yeah, poor kid. He just eats shit up, whether we make it up au not.Remember that time we went on a double tarehe with him and that samaki lady?" he alisema as he fixed his sandwich, sandwichi and took a bite.
"Yeah. He was so proud of himself, until they started fighting. Are wewe staying up? I think I'll go to bed, it's already midnight."
"Yeah, I'm gonna stay up a little. I'll lock up and stuff. 'Night." he alisema with a smile, mustard on the corner of his chin. It took a lot of will power for Brennan to stay where she was instead of reaching over and wiping it away, but she refused to prove Sweets correct. Just partners, that's it. Even if something did happen, we'd have to act like nothing did. I wonder if we could pull it off...
"'Night." she said, smiling back.
"Bones, there's nothing in the fridge and I'm starving. Can't wewe like pick up some chips and drop them off? Please?" whined Booth through the phone.
"Or wewe could get off your punda and go get yourself some chips. I'm sorry, you're just a very high maintenance sick person. I'll ask Jason if we can stop on the way to the FBI. We're questioning her ex-boyfriend. Her mother alisema he was morbid and always dreamed up ways to kill people." replied Brennan as she jogged out of her office, having found the file.
"Thanks, Bones. Be sure to tell Sweets everything about the guy. au bring him to the interrogation. See wewe in a bit."
Brennan closed her phone as she got into Jason's car. "Can we stop at the diner? I need to pick something up for Booth. Apparently there's no chakula in my house."
"I thought he forgot who wewe were. And why isn't he staying in his own house?" responded Williams as he turned onto a 22nd street.
"He remembered. He alisema he wanted to be close to the lab in case something happened. He's just trying to make up for what happened, though. He's still pretty out of it, so it's not like he'd be able to help me anyway."
Brennan stood in the darkened room on the other side of the interrogation room. The suspect's story couldn't be trusted, and Sweets rambled on as Williams continued the investigation.
"He's nervous. Do wewe see how he keeps changing positions?...How's Booth? Are wewe still not speaking with him?" added Sweets, tearing his eyes away from the window in front of them.
"He's staying with me. Does that mean he's guilty? Being nervous, what does it mean?"
"He's antsy, he knows he's answering these maswali incorrectly. He knows he's a suspect. He keeps shrugging. He's lying. Wait, he's staying with you? That's not professional." alisema Sweets, a look of confusion and surprise on his face.
"He's lying," Brennan alisema into the microphone that led to an earpiece in Jason's ear. "Why isn't it professional? He can't drive, so it's logical that he stay with someone with groceries. And staying with me means he has human interaction. He'd hate living living with Rebecca because it would be awkward, Sid doesn't have an extra room. It's logical for him to stay with me."
"Dr. Brennan, partners don't usually interact outside of work, not like wewe and Agent Booth do. Has anything happened since...?"
"No, Sweets. Booth and I are just partners." alisema Brennan in an irritated tone.
"Booth, I'm home!" Brennan called as she made a sandwich. When he didn't respond she wandered into the living room to find Booth asleep on the couch, the remote hanging limply from his hand. She smiled to herself and walked over to him, leaning over to pull a blanket up to his chest. She took a quick kuoga and placed herself in the armchair inayofuata to the kitanda to work on the case.
About an saa later, Booth stirred, mumbling something about Parker and monkeys. He yawned, stretching out on the couch. Once he was done he looked over at her, smiling. "When'd wewe get back?"
"A while ago. Are wewe hungry? There's stuff for sandwiches in the fridge." she said, then turned back to the papers in front of her. She sighed, put them on the table. "I was talking to Sweets earlier." she alisema as he ambled toward the kitchen.
"Yeah? What about? Is there any mustard in here?" he added as he looked in the fridge for it.
"It's on the juu shelf. He asked about you. He alisema that wewe staying here is un-professional of us."
"Yeah, well that's Sweets for you. What'd wewe tell him? Where's the ham? You're organization in here is terrible." he replied jokingly.
"Booth it's on the juu shelf. Do wewe need help? I alisema we were just partners. He never believes it, but he stoped talking." she alisema as she walked over and pulled the ham, as well as the cheese, out of the fridge.
"Yeah, poor kid. He just eats shit up, whether we make it up au not.Remember that time we went on a double tarehe with him and that samaki lady?" he alisema as he fixed his sandwich, sandwichi and took a bite.
"Yeah. He was so proud of himself, until they started fighting. Are wewe staying up? I think I'll go to bed, it's already midnight."
"Yeah, I'm gonna stay up a little. I'll lock up and stuff. 'Night." he alisema with a smile, mustard on the corner of his chin. It took a lot of will power for Brennan to stay where she was instead of reaching over and wiping it away, but she refused to prove Sweets correct. Just partners, that's it. Even if something did happen, we'd have to act like nothing did. I wonder if we could pull it off...
"'Night." she said, smiling back.