"After we finish eating, can you give me a ride?" Brennan asked between bites.
He looked up concerned. "Cam didn't give you some time off?"
"Off course she did. I have no intention of taking it. I'm sure there are cases for me to look at."
"That's fine, Bones. I'll drop you off. I don't figure you'll get much work done today anyway." He knew it was pointless to argue. If he didn't drive her, she'd simply wait until he left and call a cab.
She looked confused. "Why wouldn't I? Trust me, Booth, my head is fine. I am perfectly capable of working today."
He shook his head. "That's not what I meant, Bones. I mean the people around you will want to hear about what happened."
"Angela will want all the details and Sweets will be-"
"Sweets," he finished for her.
"Exactly. He won't leave us alone until he gets some personal confession from one of us." Brennan's voice carried more than a trace of annoyance. She hated to be bothered when she was working, especially by someone asking questions that had nothing to do with science.
"The only thing I want from Sweets is an apology," Booth said, a hard edge to his voice.
"What does Sweets have to apologize for?"
"He believed in my visions even less than I thought you would. I told him when I found you with a broken right leg that I expected an apology."
"Do men actually apologize to each other?" she asked, unable to picture it.
"I guess we'll find out," he answered.