Lark

Ranger training did not cover chases in unfamiliar, rainy woods. Booth punched a tree.

"That's not going to help find the suspect." His partner calmly adjusted her poncho."We should get inside."

They bumbled around for ten minutes before admitting that they were lost.

"Great!" Booth leaned against a wet, vine-covered tree, which promptly collapsed.

"You found a cabin!" Brennan's voice was cheerful.

Later, as the now dry partners were going to sleep, they heard birds calling one another.

"Stupid birds," Booth mumbled.

"They're larks."

"Mmm hm." Another call sounded. "What's that one?"

"Sparrow." Her voice trailed off sleepily.