Brennan circled the table once more, totally confused. She did not care for this feeling at all. Perhaps if she went and sat at her desk, she could crack this case.
She immediately entered and plopped on the couch, legs relaxed. With a jolt, she stood up and quickly moved to the other side of the desk. But as she sat down, she immediately propped her feet on the desk.
What was wrong with her? She stood and began pacing the office. If she didn't know any better, she'd almost say she'd turned into…
"Booth" a male voice called from behind.
"Yeah?" she turned, then gasped.
Booth's eyes widened and he came into the office and shut the door and blinds. "We need to talk."
They circled one another for a few moments.
"My coffee was too sweet this morning."
"And mine not sweet enough."
Another circle.
"I can't identify the remains on that lab table."
"I told the FBI forensic tech to check the occipitals"
They paused and faced on another, leaning close.
"You have…blue eyes"
"And…yours are brown."
They immediately walked over to Brennan's office closet, opening it up to see the mirror.
Sure enough…there was a tall FBI agent with blue eyes standing next to a forensic anthropologist with big brown eyes.
She cleared her throat. "This can't be good."
"I concur" he swallowed. "Vehemently"
They looked at one another.
"Somehow we've been switched" Brennan spoke up.
"The evidence would suggest that" Booth agreed. "But in this case the effects are obvious, and the cause is not"
"Here's what we know" Brennan went over to Booth. "May I?"
He opened his arms. "Sure."
She reached inside the jacket pocket for the small notepad found there. "Here's what we know. Somehow…our bodies have been switched, or our minds, or something."
He nodded. "It appears our eye color is indicative of a reversal of our minds. And I am actually Brennan in Booth's body."
"And I'm Booth in Bones' body."
"Don't call me Bones" he frowned. "I mean…don't call YOU Bones…I mean…oh, dear."
"Yikes" Brennan added.