As Brennan glided up, the grizzled FBI agent gave her a hard stare. "I suppose you're here to collect the evidence from the explosion?" Her eyes wandered down to pistol strapped to his side. "Of course, we can't let you go home and change without collecting the trace evidence." She twirled her hair playfully as she put on her gloves and removed the ripped clothing piece by piece off his immaculate torso pretending not to notice how he shifted uncomfortably during her work. Soon his chest was free of the unsalvageable remains of his shirt and now exposed to the cold air.
Booth looked down on Brennan as she coiled herself around his legs and started on his waist. "Wait!" Booth exclaimed, "Aren't we done with collecting the evidence?" Brennan looked at him with a hungry look in her eyes. She suddenly rose up to look at him face to face her exhale misting over him. I'm just getting started." And with that Booth wrapped his arms around her waist forcing an excited giggle as he nibbled at her neck.