"C'mon, Bones!" Booth pleaded. "Just try it. For me?" He looked at her with puppy dog eyes and a hopeful expression.
"I'm sorry, but no," Brennan replied firmly. "I can't. I have to finish this." Frowning slightly, she gestured at the incomplete skeleton on the table in front of her, its features almost unrecognizable by its burns.
It had already taken her the better part of the day to get this much done and she was tired. The last thing she needed was to be further distracted from it. Dr Goodman was expecting a report from her by the next day.
"Sure you can," Booth argued, gently grabbing her arm with one hand. "You can finish this tomorrow. I'll even help clean up."
"Piecing the rest of the victim together is going to take me hours, Booth. I really can't. Dr Goodman wants…"
"Dr Goodman wants you to go take a break," he put in. "I told him that you need some time off work and he agreed." He handed her a slip of paper with Dr Goodman's signature and a short note of confirmation.
"But – "
"Bones!" Booth shot her a warning glance. "He also gave me permission to drag you out of here if you refuse to cooperate."
Brennan glanced down at the skeleton once more and sighed. As much as she hated to leave her work unfinished, it was very tempting. Several hours spent sorting through charcoaled human remains could do that to a girl. She chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip. "He really gave you permission?"
Grinning, Booth pointed towards the door. "I'll meet you over there," he told her.
A defeated smile was all he got in response.
Just under fourteen minutes later – Booth timed it – Brennan joined him. "Ready to do this?" he asked, placing a hand on the small of her back as he led her outside.
"Funny." Brennan rolled her eyes.
"You see," Booth went on, letting her comment slip past, "this is the world outside of work." He gestured around them. "And I'm going to show you how much it's changed since the last time you actually made it out of the building…"