Is wrong of me to think that Bones being whiney is kind of funny?
He quickly pulls her down before she can be spotted.
"Oh, no, no, no," he scolds. "What we gotta do is wait until hi deals, catch him in the act." She raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced.
"We wait? For how long?" There's a hint of a whine in her voice and he has to turn and stare out the window so she doesn't see him smiling at her impatience. "However long it takes Bones." "What do we do while we wait?" She still sounds whiney but there's annoyance there too. "This is a stakeout," he says it slowly as if talking to a child. "We converse." "Well I tried to initiate conversation about the drug war. . .but. . ." He interrupts her before she can continue. "Oh God!" He gives a sigh of exasperation. "Fine! You know what? Let's talk about something we're not going to argue about."
They fall into silence and stay that way for a minute or two. He's about to ask her about her mother's grave but she beats him to the punch. . .sort of.
"How's Helen?" He blinks, thrown by her conversation curveball, but recovers quickly. "She's doing really well. She's asking about you, wondering when she can come over again." "Well I"m not doing anything this weekend," she replies quickly. "She can come over then." He raises an eyebrow surprised at her eagerness. But he smiles but this is a very good thing, "this weekend it is then."