Brennan was right when she said there would be work to do. A body was already waiting on the platform when she went in.
"You can clearly see, from the marks on the ribs, that this is where the victim was stabbed. Have Hodgins swab for particulates in the passage. Maybe he'll find something we can use to help us identify the weapon," she said to her intern several hours later.
Brennan removed her gloves with a snap, grabbed her crutches and carefully made her way down the stairs to her office. She smiled when she saw Booth waiting for her on her couch.
"I made reservations," he said.
Brennan looked out the open door. "Quiet," she hissed.
Booth looked at her. His heart dropped, but he kept his voice level. "Do you not want to go out anymore?"
"One time you told me that things that happened between us, were just between us. Did you not mean what you said?"
"And you want to keep this between us?" he asked, understanding immediately. And for once, he agreed with her logic. Hannah had just left. Some people would think they were moving too fast. It would be nice to just enjoy her for a time, without the constant scrutiny of her coworkers.
"Yeah," she said, pleased that she'd explained it so he understood. "Are you on your way to get your apology from Sweets?"
"I think he's been avoiding me. It's time to take care of that."
"I'd offer to go with you, but I find that walking with crutches is more tiring than I expected it to be."
"That's okay, Bones," he reassured her. "I can take care of Sweets."
"Just don't break him," she warned.