They sprinted through the woods, twigs snapping beneath their feet. "Bones!"
She turned to the suspect. "Freeze!"
As Booth handcuffed the man, he shot her an annoyed look. "Bones, you took my gun? You can't just take something that the Bureau says you can't have."
"You said that. You're not the Bureau."
"It's the principle of the thing, Bones."
"And what principle would that be? Sharing is caring?"
Booth rolled his eyes. "You're so funny. Just say you're sorry already."
"Sorry for what? Catching a criminal? Okay, yes, I'm sorry."
"…"
"Booth? That was sarcasm." He sighed.
"I know, Bones."