"Did you find out anything about the stabbing victim?" Brennan asked Booth.
"Yeah," Booth said. He held out a file folder. Taking it, she opened it to find a mugshot staring back at her. "His name is Abel Johnson. Apparently he had some emotional issues. Got him fired from his last job. I'm on my way to talk to the ex-boss."
"Hodgins is working on identifying some particulates. Angela just left, but she should be working on the murder weapon."
"Did she give you the third degree?"
"I don't know that what means. Are you asking if she burned me?"
"No, Bones. I was wondering if she asked you a lot of questions."
"Oh. Yes, she did. She wanted to know about us. I told her there wasn't anything to know."
Booth lifted the corner of his mouth in a small smile. "Do you think she'll leave you alone now?"
Brennan took a moment to think about it. "She's my friend and she worries about me. So, no, I don't think she'll leave me alone. I would be sad if she did."
"I didn't mean, never mind, Bones. I'm going to go grab Sweets to talk to Abel Johnson's boss. Is there anything you can tell me that might help us?"
Brennan shook her head. "I can't draw any conclusions yet. When you pick me up this afternoon, I might have something for you."
Booth turned to leave, but stopped and walked back toward her. When he was close enough to touch her, he shoved his hands in his pockets to keep him from doing so. "I'm glad you're back, Bones. I couldn't do this job without you."
"Of course you couldn't. I'm the best."
Booth shook his head and moved to leave again when her voice stopped him. "But just so you know, Booth, I feel the same way."