He's not sure how someone can possible look beautiful while hunched over a pile of rotten, disgusting bones, but somehow she makes it happen. It's hard, really, really, hard to stay under control when she's standing there, white lab coat hugging her hips and low cut top grazing the top of her chest.
"Bones?"
She looks up and smiles kindly.
"Yes?"
He hesitates because there's actually no purpose for his impromptu visit.
"Hey."
A pause. He expects her to give him a lecture about the use of an expanded vocabulary.
"Good morning, Booth."
His day's off to a good start.