Normally, Seeley Booth would have enjoyed the prospect of being parked on a dark, secluded road with a beautiful woman. Tonight, however, was different. The dark, secluded road was in a cemetery, and the beautiful woman was his partner.
"Parked in a graveyard isn't my idea of what a Special Agent should be doing", Booth grumbled. "It's our jurisdiction because it's on the National Register of Historic Places. It's also extremely boring."
"I thought you said partners converse on stake outs." Brennan was confused. "When we watched the heroin dealer we talked about lots of different things."
Booth looked at her, thinking about how the moonlight accentuated her features. The thoughts racing through his mind were not about conversing. "What would you like to talk about, Bones?"
"The case. Why are we here?"
"Someone's been desecrating the graves in the Civil War section of the graveyard. It's crazy. Who would do that?"
"In many cultures bodies are dug up after a few years and the bones are stored in a charnel house so the graves can be reused. Maybe someone wants a Civil War bone collection."
"That's sick!" He looked out the window so he wouldn't be distracted by her beautiful eyes. "Collecting bones...that's awful."
Brennan shrugged. "Just another artifact...like buttons or musket balls. What's that?" She leaned across him to point out his side window. Booth was trying desperately not to look at her cleavage.
"Did you see something out there? What was it, Bones?"
"Something moved. Do you have a flashlight?"
"Yeah, here. Let's try to be quiet, okay? We don't need to wake the dead." They walked quietly toward the movement...
…..and watched a frightened raccoon run into the darkness.
"Okay, that's it for tonight." Booth laughed. "Our perp got away. Time for pie and coffee."