Booth và Bones

The new girl took a deep breath, smoothed out her skirt, adjusted her glasses and entered the lab. A dude with a goofy smile was like, “What are bạn doing in the lab?” and the new girl was like, “Oh, I, um, er…” and Goofy Smile was like, “It’s cool, sister, bạn can tell me,” and the new girl was suddenly, like, super calm, because the guy was so nice, and she started to answer, but a song came out.
“I need some help, because I Mất tích my keys,” she sang. Goofy Smile didn’t blink. “You,” he said, “are a-dork-able.” The new girl blushed, and her cheeks turned the color...

*Told from Temperance Brennan's point of veiw*


Booth and I automaticly ran to the car. He was calling the FBI, to trace the phone number. The FBI concluded that the phone number was unlisted, hoặc it was an unknown number. Booth gave them a good cussing out for that. When we got into the car, he was breathing unsteadily, and hypervenilating. I shaked him, trying to get his attention.
"Booth! Snap out of it! bạn have to drive me home. Now." He cussed under his breath, and finally answered me.
"House. Bones. Right." Booth was driving way over the speed limit, and skidded to a stop right in front...