"This isn't the first foolish thing I've done," Brennan said to him in the silence.
"Oh, yeah? Why don't I find that hard to believe?" he asked with a trace of sarcasm.
"I thought, that maybe if I told a story first, it would help you tell your story," she explained. "Was I wrong?"
He was sure her story would not help him in any way, but he was still intrigued enough to want to hear it. "Okay. What other foolish thing have you done?"
"I once went skinny dipping with a boyfriend in the middle of the night."
The image of a naked Bones swimming in the darkness entered Booth's head, and he shoved the thought away violently. He'd been right about her story not helping him, but it wasn't in a way he expected. "How is that foolish?" he asked, taking a deep breath.
"Well, I don't think it was probably good idea to swim in an unknown area in the middle of the night. Besides," she added, "he wasn't much of a catch anyway. Very dull young man."
Booth couldn't help it, he laughed out loud. How one woman could make him feel so many emotions in seconds was something he would never understand. He hoped she would never stop doing it.
"Are you going to tell your story now?" she wanted to know, her voice a little softer.
He regretted not turning on the light when she asked him to. "Are you sure you don't want to get some sleep? We'll have some time to kill before we go back to Washington."
"Booth," she said, her voice taking a warning tone, "tell the story."