They're sitting in her office doing paperwork, well she's doing paperwork. He's tapping his ink pen on his stack of papers.
"Booth!" she scolds.
"Sorry," he apologizes.
"Are you done?"
"Not even close."
"You're bored?"
"Completely."
"So what do you want to do?"
"Let's play a game."
"What kind of a game?"
"An ongoing one."
"Explain please," she prompts him.
"At random times, for no particular reason I'm going to tell you a line from a song."
"That doesn't sound very fun."
"You can do the same to me. I mean we have a lot of monotony in our day so it could really lighten the mood sometimes. Whenever the line of a song pops into your head, or into my mine we'll just blurt it out."
"It sounds ridiculous, but I'll try it."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, wait do I have to guess what song it's from?"
"If you'd like, but it isn't a requirement."
"Fine," she sighs in agreement.
"Great," he looks at his watch.
She cringes, and dares to ask, "What time is it?"
"Time to go visit Sweets."
"I'd rather do paperwork," she admits.
"Me too," he agrees.
They make their way to Sweet's office. They sit on the couch next to each other saying nothing. Sweets stares at them.
"Do the two of you have anything you'd like to discuss?"
"Nope," Temperance shakes her head.
"Booth?"
"No."
"Anything exciting planned for this weekend?"
"I'm going to work on my book."
"I'm going to have Parker."
"So nothing out of the usual?" Sweets clarifies.
"No," they shake their heads in unison.
A few moments pass in silence.
Booth fills the silence. He turns to Temperance with a smile on his face, "Sink your teeth right through my bones, baby."
She smiles back at him and answers, "Hurts so good."
"What was that?" Sweets asks.
"Nothing," Booth answers.
"You just told her and I quote, 'Sink your teeth right through my bones, baby'. That isn't a red flag for you Doctor Brennan?"
"No I know what he's talking about."
"But..."
"Sweets, buddy it's over your head. Don't try to figure it out," Booth tells him.
"Dr. Brennan you realize that he called you baby right?"
"Not really Sweets," she answers.
"Yes he did."
"Sweets you wouldn't understand."
Booth's phone vibrates.
"Do we have a case?" Temperance asks.
"Yup, sorry Sweets we've got to go."
"Right," he agrees as they vacate the room.
She's in the car when she dares to ask, "Where are we going?"
"To lunch," he answers.
"I thought that we had a case."
"No."
"But you got a text."
"Yes, it was very convenient, but it had nothing to do with a case. I just told Sweets that so we could get out of there."
"Nice, so who was it?"
"Rebecca, she was just reminding me that Parker has an early release tomorrow."
"I liked your selection, it was perfect timing."
"Thank you bones."
"It really threw Sweets through a loop."
"We should do it every time we go see him," he suggests.
"Yeah. I'd love to see his notes."
"I wonder what he thinks about us?"
"It's hard to tell with him."
After finishing their lunch Booth orders a slice of apple pie. Temperance drinks her soda as he eats his pie. She stops sipping her drink and looks up at him. He studies her as he eats his pie.
"We will always be fire and ice," she tells him.
"Poison," he tells her, "Until you suffer some fire and ice."
"Are you done yet?"
"Do you want some pie?"
"No."
"I know you don't like your fruit cooked."
"It's unnatural."
"You're unnatural."
"Nice come back."
"Are you done?"
"Do you have a date or something?"
"No, but I don't want to do paperwork all weekend."
"There paperwork can wait I'm sure."
"Booth?"
"Uh huh."
"Have you listened to that whole song?"
"Hurts so good?"
"Yes."
"Yeah have you?"
"Yeah."
"Have you listened to all of Until you suffer some fire and ice?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"I meant it."
"Me too," he admits, "well, sort of."
She rolls her eyes at him.
"Come on let's get my favorite squint back to the lab, she's missing her lab coat."
"You're not funny."
"Are you coming or not?" he asks as he puts some money on the table.
"Yes," she takes one last sip of her beverage.