MURDER
Brennan sat at the kitchen counter opposite Booth, watching him flip pancakes.
"So, two for you, and two for me! Maybe three for me" he said as he slid golden fluffy pancakes onto two plates. He grinned as he passed her breakfast to her.
"You really do make the best pancakes Booth. I don't understand why mine don't turn out like yours!" she said, poking at one of the cakes with her fork. Mine always turn out"
"Burnt, green, rubbery, weird tasting" Booth offered as he poured syrup all over his pancakes.
Brennan frowned at him "I was going to say unsatisfactory" she said. "But thank you for your critique"
Booth cut a large wedge of pancake with his fork and smiled as he shovelled it into his mouth, chewing loudly. A drip of syrup ran down his chin. "You're welcome".
"You have a little" Brennan waved a finger at him, then touched her own chin.
Booth shrugged and shook his head as he chewed.
"On your chin. Syrup" she offered, pointing at him again.
At that precise moment, their phones began to ring.
Brennan answered hers immediately with a brusque "Brennan"
Booth flipped open his phone and mumbled "Boorf", his mouth full of half chewed pancake.
They both listened for a moment, then hung up.
"We've got a murder!" they said in unison.
Booth crammed another mouthful of pancake into his mouth, then grabbed his coat. They walked to the door and Brennan reached out and slipped her finger up his chin collecting the dollop of syrup from his stubble.
She held it up for him to see "I told you, you had something on your chin" she said.
Booth grabbed her hand and licked her finger. "mmm, thanks!" he said, ushering her through the doorway.