Disclaimer: All characters belong to Hart Hanson.
Booth growled. Brennan glared. Hodgins and Anglea looked entirely too smug for their own good. After three hours they had finally let their friends out of the elevator, because a closet was too cliché and the only way out of the elevator was too climb the cable, only to find that the couple was none too happy.
"You two are back together, aren't you?" Angela questioned.
"Not the point, Angela." Brennan's voice was brisk as she spoke, conveying her unhappiness with the current situation. "You could have found a better way to get Booth in the same place at the same time."
"Like what? Using Booth's handcuffs? This was the best idea we had and you've all but admitted it worked."
Booth let out a frustrated sigh as he pulled his girlfriend closer to him. Angela and Hodgins had given them the push they needed but he still wasn't happy about being stuck in the damn elevator for three hours. "Fine. You guys helped us realize how stupid we were being but if you ever do something like this again I'll make sure you regret it." He was teasing, but he was also serious. He knew that his friends were only trying to help, but he hated losing control even in the most neutral of situations and he wanted to make sure that they understood that.
"Understood," Hodgins replied, grabbing Angela's hand and retreating.
"Come on, let's go back to my place and finish what he started."
Brennan's giggle could be heard throughout the entire second floor as they made their way down the stairwell.