"Where were you just now?" Booth asked as Brennan walked through the front door.
"Dinner with-" Brennan hesitated "—Angela. It was nice. Sorry I'm home so late."
"It's all right," Booth said, getting up and walking over to embrace Brennan. It was a warm hug—a loving one. But Brennan felt detached from it.
Dinner isn't infidelity, is it? she asked herself. Giving Booth a quick and not at all passionate kiss on the cheek, she said she was busy and walked to the foot of the stairs.
"Busy with the case?" Booth inquired. "Yeah, then let's talk about it. I've gotten some more info about that yellow creature."
Brennan faked a feign of interest. She truly wanted to know more about SpongeBob but could not let Booth now that her heart had been stolen from him.
"Oh," was all she said. She sat on the couch, ready to listen to Booth get her heart racing with talk of her newly found love.
"The marine forensics team looked at the DNA I got from the scene and said it was a sponge." Booth chuckled. "Nothing too weird, but get this—it's a species of sponge never before known to science."
"A new species?" Brenna feigned scientific satisfaction. "How exciting! A breakthrough in a field!"
"That's all they know, though. Now, concerning the body found. It seems to—"
"You know what, Booth?" Brennan interrupted. "I'm tired. I'm going to head up to bed."
"Oh, uh, I'm sorry. I guess I can fill you in on the details tomorrow. But, Bones, it'd be nice to tell you now."
"Booth," Brennan said sternly. "No. I'm tired. Good night." That good night had no love in it. Will I ever love him again? She trudged upstairs.