Booth and Brennan were sitting in Booth's office, bickering as usual about their latest case.
Brennan sat with her arms crossed over her chest and glared at Booth. "You can't say with certainty that Glenn Landon is the actual murderer, Booth. You're making assumptions based on generalizations that can't be proven by the information we've gathered as evidence."
Booth rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, exasperated because he knew Brennan was correct, but he wasn't willing to give up yet. "English, Bones. You're saying we don't have enough facts, right? But I don't know what else we need. We have the weapon, motive, opportunity, statements from people who heard him say he'd kill the guy…" Booth thumbed through the file, pulling out papers to show her.
"However, you don't have any actual physical evidence, Booth. Nothing ties Landon forensically to the scene of the crime. Your whole case is circumstantial. I thought you wanted me to help you get convictions. There are too many questions to be answered with this case before you turn it over to the prosecutor."
"What? This is a good, solid case." Booth slammed the file on his desk,and pointed his finger at Brennan. "I think you're just irritated that I did a lot of this without your help, right? Maybe you're worried that I don't need a forensic anthropologist after all."
Brennan smirked at him. "Yes, you did a lot of the work, which is why there are still so many questions. You need me because you need more forensic evidence to obtain the results you desire. You like getting convictions, remember?"
Booth was sputtering a response when they heard a knock on the door. "Is this a private party, or can anybody come?" The doorway was filled with a tall, handsome man dressed in Army fatigues.
"Jamie? Man, what are you doing here? Bones, this is an old Army buddy of mine, Jamie McAlister. Jamie, this is my partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan."
Jamie smiled as he took a few seconds to appreciate Brennan's appearance. "She's your partner? Wow, Seeley...you're doing a lot better than the last time I saw you. Very, very nice to meet you, Dr. Brennan. You're definitely the prettiest doctor I've ever met." Brennan smiled back as Jamie shook her hand. A flicker of annoyance ran across Booth's face.
Booth cleared his throat. "Jamie, what are you doing here in DC? Last I heard you were in Oklahoma. Ft. Sill, right?"
"Yeah, well...I needed a break from the Okies, so I thought I'd come bug you for a couple of days. Got any room on your couch for a poor, lonely soldier to crash?"
After a very slight hesitation, Booth said, "Sure...an Army buddy is always welcome in my house."
Jamie smiled and winked at Brennan. "So does she get to crash on the couch, too? That might make my visit even better."
Booth was not amused. "Watch it, Jamie. Be respectful. Dr. Brennan is a highly respected forensic anthropologist. We solve murders together for the FBI." He glanced at Brennan, noticing that she was watching Jamie closely.
"So that's all you do together?" Jamie saw the flash of anger on Booth's face and backed off. "Sorry. No offense. Here's my number. Text me when you get home." He turned toward Brennan with a wolfish smile. "I hope to see you again very soon, Dr. Brennan. Good-bye."
"I'm looking forward to that, Corporal McAlister." Brennan fluttered her eyelashes at him.
"Just Jamie, please...no need to be formal among friends, right?", he said with a chuckle. The flirting was obvious.
"Jamie….", Brennan said sweetly. "Yes, I'd enjoy seeing you again. Good-bye."
"See you later, Jamie." Booth practically pushed Jamie out the door. "Okay, let's get back to work. We need to get this information ready for Caroline. She's becoming impatient."
Brennan was obviously impressed by their visitor. "Jamie seems very nice, and he's quite attractive."
"What? Jamie's attractive? Nah….now about the evidence…." Booth was anxious to change the subject. He wasn't sure how he felt about Bones being attracted to Jamie.
"Yes, he's very handsome." Brennan grinned as she explained. "His facial features are symmetrical, he has excellent muscle mass and definition, and his shoulder to hip ratio is exceptional. I think I'd like to get to know him better."
Booth sighed, realizing he had a big problem on his hands, and it had nothing to do with the Landon case.