Booth was passing through the breakfast room when he heard his wife muttering to herself in the kitchen. He watched as she got out a large knife and plunged it several times into a large watermelon on the counter.
"That melon must have made you really mad for you to stab it like that. Do you ever get that mad at me? Whoa….look out there." He had surprised her and she turned with the knife raised in her hand.
"Oh, Booth….sorry." She grimaced. "I was concentrating on what I was doing. I didn't hear you come in."
"Why are you murdering that poor melon, Bones?"
She sighed. "I guess I'm still angry about work today and I was taking out my frustrations on it. Dr. Wells is insufferable…."
"Uh oh. What did he do this time?"
Brennan slammed the knife on the counter. "He corrected me loudly in front of a group of visiting scientists! He said the head wound wasn't the cause of death and pointed out a nick on the clavicle that would have transected the subclavian artery!"
"Let me guess." Booth grinned. "The worst part was that he was correct.'
"Yes! He was correct, and then he gloated! It was appalling behavior! I'm baffled as to why Cam keeps him on staff."
"Well, it isn't a bad thing for him to point out errors, is it? It's just the way he did it, right?"
"I suppose so. Maybe I can demonstrate the correct way to point out errors so he can be less abrasive."
"Okay….right. I'm sure you can do that. Is the watermelon ready?"
"Booth...you do think I can help Dr. Wells be less abrasive, right?"
He nodded. "I'm sure you'll be a good example for him, Bones."
"I hope so. Here's the watermelon…"