More Booth POV. As well as more of Booth being possessive and pervy. . .XD. (sorry it's so short)
"You. . .you dive?!" He asks incredulously, the image of her in a wet suit pops into his head and won't leave him alone (not that he wants it to).
"Yes. I do." She says slowly, as if talking to a small child. "And I have the time because I don't have a TV." She begins walking towards the stairs again and he follows, still stunned. Harry looks a bit wide-eyed as they pass him, "you wear a rubber suit then?" He asks her.
"Uh, uh." He growls, wagging his finger at Harry in warning. He's the only one allowed to fantasize about Bones, damn it!