"So the wife confessed to everything?"
Brennan and Booth were in her office. It was well after dark and both were more than ready to return home to the apartment. Sometimes the paperwork took longer than the actual cases, it seemed.
"As soon as I showed her my badge, the tears started." Booth replayed the scene in his mind. "She held out her hands so I could put the cuffs on her right after that."
"That's probably one of the easiest cases we've ever solved."
"I know. She kept talking the entire way back about how her husband was having an affair, that he treated her like dirt. Said she just lost it one night and stabbed him with the first thing that was handy." Booth paused. "I said something I probably shouldn't have to Sweets today."
Brennan looked up and waited for him to continue.
"I implied I was still angry that he didn't help me when you had your accident."
"Are you still angry?"
Booth ran a hand through his hair. "A little," he admitted.
"You have a right to feel that way, Booth. He didn't act like a very good friend, even if your story is hard to believe. Just give it some time." Looking around her office, Brennan held out her bag for Booth to carry. "I think I have everything I need."
Booth took the bag from her. "Then let's go home."
Together, they walked out into the main portion of the lab. Most of the lights were off and there was no one around. Booth was just superstitious enough to find it all a little creepy.
"You okay?" Brennan asked.
"Yeah. This place is really quiet at night."
Brennan looked around. "I like it like this. I've gotten a lot of work done this time of night."
Booth turned toward her, stopping her with a hand on her arm. Bending down, he kissed her gently. "I missed doing that today. How much longer do you plan on keeping this secret?"
She shrugged. "Guess we'll see what happens."