"What do you have for me, Bones?" Booth asked. He practically bounced into her office. Brennan looked at him like he was a misbehaving child.
"You act like that every time you see me, this won't be a secret for long."
"Fine," he grumbled. "Do you have something for me or not?"
Brennan leaned back, amused to see him pouting like that same child. "It's about the handle of the knife. Hodgins said it was made of walrus tusk."
"Walrus tusk," he repeated. "Is that rare?"
She nodded. Clicking a few keys on her keyboard, she turned the screen toward him. "Not only is it rare, only someone who is of Native American descent should own it."
Booth's eyes brightened. "That description fits the wife. I'll pick up Sweets and bring her in."
Brennan sighed. "I'll be glad when this cast comes off so I can be your partner again. I'm tired of being stuck in the office."
"It won't be long," he encouraged. "I'll make sure the time goes by fast. And you're still my partner, even with the cast."
She smiled. "Will we pass time by watching more shows with vampires? I found it a fascinating way to spend an evening."
He raised his eyebrows and then thought about who he was talking to. "I'm thinking it's not because of the plot."
"No, while I find the plot ridiculous…" she trailed off and looked at Booth's face. "You're teasing me, aren't you."
"Yeah, Bones. I'll pick you up later."
"Be careful, Booth. The evidence indicates she might be responsible for the death of her husband."
He nodded, touched by her concern. "I'll call you when I get back. Do you want to be in on the interview?"
"No. Take Sweets. I'm sure he'll relish the opportunity to spend time alone with you."
Booth groaned. "That's what I'm afraid of."