"Booth, I need to tell you something…."
"Jesus….again? I hate that…"
"It isn't anything bad, but it'll involve some of your time."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
Brennan glared at him. He was particularly irritable this morning. He'd indulged in too much late night hockey on television.
"A professor from Georgetown called me. He wants me to co-teach a class on the anatomy and physiology of the musculo-skeletal system. The university is offering the class as graduate credit for professional sports trainers."
Booth yawned. The Flyers vs. the Kings had been the late game. "So, how does this involve me?"
"I'll need you to be available to pick up Christine and Hank on certain days."
"No problem. Can I get back to my crossword?"
Now Brennan was really annoyed with him. "Yes. I see you're too busy to hear about the field trips we'll be taking to different stadiums and arenas around town, where we'll work with famous athletes to prevent injuries."
"Wait….What? You're going to be working on professional athletes? And high profile college athletes? At their stadiums? Like the Capitals and the Nationals? Wow! That sounds like fun. Maybe I could go with you sometimes…."
"Perhaps, if you're not too busy with your crossword or too tired from snoring while the West Coast hockey game is on." She glared at him again. "I think you're too irritable to take anywhere."
Booth pulled out his best atomic charm smile. "C'mon...you know I was teasing you by pretending not to be interested, right? It sounds fascinating…"
Brennan rolled her eyes at him. "Save the charm smile for another time."
"Hey, maybe I can chaperone those field trips."
""My students will be adults, Booth."
"Please?" He was using sad puppy eyes.
"I don't know…..we'll see…"
"Great! Thanks, Bones!"