It was December 25 at the Jeffersonian. As usual, Temperance Brennan was looking at newly found remains. But then Booth pooped in, balancing 2 coffee cups in his left hand.
"Hey! Merry Christmas Bones!" He then gave her a quick peck on the cheeck. She looked up, staring at him in confusion. "Eh... Merry Christmas Booth." She took a quick sip of her coffe and looked at her paper work."Why the heck are you so..so..exited? You are almost never like this!" Booth looked at her, took a sip of his coffee, and laughed."Well, for your imformation, there is going to be this FBI get-together type thing...
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