"Maybe you should let me drive," Hodgins offered for the third time as they left the city. "I think there's a few cars you haven't run off the road yet."
Booth lifted the corner of his mouth in a smile, thinking about some of the driving he and Bones had done together over the years. In response, he punched the gas a little harder, taking their speed to revoke your driver's license levels.
"Okay, then, I guess not." Hodgins pulled his belt a little tighter and tried not to picture his child growing up without a father.
Letting his foot off the gas, Booth stole a quick glance at Hodgins. "Don't worry. I won't kill us."
"I wasn't worried at all," he said with a nervous laugh.
"Sure you were," Booth said.
Five minutes later, Hodgins was just starting to breath again when Booth muttered a curse and slammed on the brakes in the middle of the highway. Horns honked and cars swerved around them.
"A sheer rock face," Booth said, not seeing Hodgins or the road anymore. "Too tall for her to climb." He stopped talking and seeing the road again managed to maneuver the vehicle to the shoulder.
Slamming his hand into the steering wheel, he turned and met Hodgins' concerned eyes. "If she tries to climb that rock face with a broken leg, it won't end well. She won't make it. She'll fall."
Booth turned and watched the traffic on the highway speed by them. With a sheepish look in his eyes he admitted, "You might be right. Maybe you should drive."