Brennan unzipped her field jumpsuit and stepped out of it, careful not to touch any of the slime covering the outside of it. No doubt it had a specific name, but at the moment she didn't care. It was cold, and smooshy, and stringy and green. Slime. Blech.
Booth handed her a steaming coffee cup. "Here."
"Thanks Booth." She took a sip. "You'll have the remains.."
Booth interrupted. "Sent to lab. Yep. Do you want a garbage bag to put that in?" He pointed at the jumpsuit lying on the ground.
She studied it. "Yeah. Hodgins might want to have a look at it."
"What?" Brennan asked. "It's just slime Booth."
"It smells like rotten eggs and it looks like dog vomit. It's gross."
"That would be the sulpher content."
"Yeah. It's still gross."
Brennan smiled ruefully. "Yeah it is. But don't tell Hodgins I said that!"
Booth draped an arm around her shoulders and guided her back to the SUV.
"Going to the Halloween dance Bones?"
"Of course!" She smiled. "I love Halloween!"
He unlocked the SUV. "I know. Are you going as Wonder Woman again?"
She got in and put her seatbelt on. "No." She shook her head. "Not this year."
Booth stared at her as he started the engine. "Really? But you always go as Wonder Woman."
She shrugged and looked out the window. "Not this year."
Booth turned the SUV around and started driving back down the dirt road towards town.
"What are you going as then?" He asked, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
She mumbled something.
"The Queen of WHAT?" He looked confused.
"The Queen of Cupcakes." Brennan said louder, glaring at him.
"There is no such thing."
"Nooo…. That's the Queen of Hearts, Bones, from Alice in Wonderland."
"Where is Wonderland? Is it like Disneyland? My father hated Disneyland. Goofy sneezed so hard his head came off."
Booth stared at her in silence.
Brennan stared back. "What?"
"Goofy's head fell off?"
"Yes. It was raining and he had a cold."
Booth raised his eyebrows. "That must have been traumatic."
Brennan shrugged again. "Not really. And I'm still going to be the Queen of Cupcakes."
"No. I'm the Queen of Cupcakes."
"Do you even like cupcakes?" Booth asked, giving in. He'd never seen her eat one, that's for sure.
He glanced at her face and almost drove off the road.
She looked absolutely ravenous, like she was visualizing licking the icing off the top, taking small bites and chewing slowly…
He swerved back onto the road and she turned to smile at him, the hungry look still in her eyes.
"I adore cupcakes. But only the ones I make. My cupcakes are The Best."
Booth swallowed, and focused on the road.
She looked like a woman who was anitcipating a night of passion filled sex.
And now he wanted some too.
And he hated cupcakes.