I'm falling in love with a man who is the polar opposite of me, Temperance Brennan thought, quite perplexed at the events of the past few days. How did this ever happen? Booth will be so pissed when he realizes what I've done.
Three days ago, a Tuesday, Brennan has been called to inspect some remains near a beach in Maryland. Booth had already been there and had greeted her with a gruff yet sensual "hello." Brennan had given him a quick kiss on the cheek and then knelt down to look closely at the decomposing corpse on the sand. The first thing she had noticed was a bright, yellow object—the thing that so changed her life—which she picked up and attempted to put into a Ziploc bag.
Before she had succeeded, the object, a rectangular sponge, had shook mightily and grew to twenty times it original size. Brennan had shrieked and Booth had pulled out his gun when they had been confronted with a bright sponge dressed in a shirt and tie standing in front of them.
"Hi, I'm SpongeBob SquarePants," the stranger had said cheerily.
No, how did that happen? Brennan now wondered. How did that high-pitched, obnoxious voice cast such a spell on me? She now looked across the table and into the eyes of her dinner companion…..those cheerful, reassuring eyes. "SpongeBob," she started. "I don't know if I can, well, actually, I want nothing more than to—but, well….."
"I understand, Temperance," SpongeBob said. "I'm new in your life. But doesn't this feel so right?"
"I'm cheating on Booth-" Brennan reminded him (and herself) "—by having dinner with you now."
"But love is love, right?"
"I'm known you for just a few days," Brennan stammered, gazing down at her lap as if it was of the utmost interest.
"Well, let's get to know each other." SpongeBob smiled, his teeth perfect. "Tell me about yourself."
