He loves how she looks when she's determined. He can see her from the doorway, as she carefully examines the bones from her lastest case, completely absorbed in her work. Hair is tied behind her in a loose ponytail, sweat dotting her brow as she reaches for her clipboard. She jots down some numbers, in perfectly neat handwriting.
"Booth?"
He is rudely shaken out of his trance, and looks up at her.
"Well?", he asks.
"African-American female, aged from fifteen to twenty. She's been dead a little over a year. Angela should have a face for her soon."
"Good work once again, Bones."
She cringes at the horrid nickname, and wrinkles her nose in disgust for what seems like the hundredth time.
"Now I know why you won't let me have a gun." He grins at her.
"Why's that?". He knows the answer to the question, he just wants to humor her. He thinks it's cute how she just explodes over little things. He knows that she thinks differently, but he can't help himself.
"You can't call me Bones if I've got a gun, because the FBI needs you alive. You're lucky you don't have a shoe implanted in your skull right now." She walks closer, bringing with her the clipboard and a folder containing gruesome pictures of the victim's badly decomposed body where she was found in the sewer.
"Check the missing person files that could fit the description." He takes the folder and the clipboard out of her hand. She walks out the door, adjusting her hair tie to ensure that it doesn't fall out.
He typed the information into the computer. Approximate age. Race. Sex. Approximate time of death. Height. The computer gave him five matches, and he printed out every one of them. He snatched up the papers, and made his way to her office. The door was already open.
"Hey, Bones," he said quietly, dropping the printouts on her desk, "The results are in."
She looked frustrated. She gave him a mean look, and excliamed,
"Booth, we are co-workers. A little respect would be appreciated. My name is Temperance Brennan. If I can say Seely Booth with ease, then why can't you return the favor?"
"Hey, Bones, cool down. Just take a look at the papers."
She picked them up and started shuffling through them. After seeing everything, she pointed at one file.
"It's this one. She matches Angela's face."
"Thank you, Temperance."
He said it in a quiet, business-like tone, but it meant something to her nonetheless. She followed him out, and with an arm around his neck she said, "Thank you, Seely."