Bones: The Crank in the Shaft
October 3rd 2008 21:37
A woman's leg falls into an crowded elevator, the Squints have to deal with "Depressed Intern", and Booth tries to convince everyone from Bones, Cam, and even Sweets to write him a doctor's letter to get him a new office chair. LoL Read on for full recapage, or skip to the end to read my reactions.
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A man rushes to catch the elevator. He steps in with the rest of his coworkers in the crowded elevator. They makes small talk for a while, until slowly they all start to realize a very nasty smell. They look around at each other. Where is that coming from?
Suddenly the elevator lurches. The lights flash on and off as it plunges downward it finally comes to a sudden halt. One of the tiles in the ceiling knocks loose and a leg—that’s right, a human leg with the high heel still on—falls through the roof and onto the floor.
~*~*~
Sweets: I want you both to appreciate the power of the subconscious and are quests for its secrets as we—
Bones: Stop.
Sweets: Dr. Brennan, you can’t just disregard a hundred years of psychological research—
She interrupts that she’s not, she just—“You’re leg!” Bones grabs Booth’s leg and holds it down. “Has not stopped moving since we started this session.” She holds down his other one was well. Turning to Sweets, she adds, “You should have noticed.”
“I assumed he was anxious to leave,” Sweets answers. “As he is every session…”
“Yeah well, that’s not it,” Booth answers for himself. He tells them that a fellow agent died last week. Sweets and Bones forget about their agitation.
Sweets: I’m so sorry.
Bones: That’s awful Booth, were you friends?
No, he thought he was a creep. So…his agitation comes from…? Booth wants the guy’s office chair. He’s upset that someone else is getting it. Maybe Bones can write him a doctor’s not to tell him get the chair? She points out that she’s not a medical doctor. He looks to Sweets.
Sweets: The answer’s no.
He thinks that Booth is maybe feeling inadequate at work and Bones chimes in, “you want a throne.” No no, Booth just wants a chair that actually reclines.
Thankfully, before Sweets can go on about his feeling inadequate at work, Booth’s phone rings. They’ve got a new case. He and Bones rush out.
Sweets slumps in his chair. And it seems they were finally getting somewhere…
~*~*~
Booth and Bones walk down the street towards the crime scene. He still can’t let the chair thing go.
Booth: If I could help you get a better chair I would.
Bones: Well thank you, but if I wanted a better office chair, I’d just buy one myself.
Booth: Nooo, that’s not how it works Bones. When you work for The Man, he buys the office furniture.
Bones: Which man?
Booth: You’re kidding me right? There’s no actual “Man”.
Bones: Then who buys office furniture?
Booth: Never mind Bones, never mind.
They make their way through the office to the elevator, where Cam is looking at the leg. Booth has a brilliant idea. “Hey Cam, you’re a real doctor, maybe you could, uh, do a pal a favor and right me a note for my back.”
She looks up. “The chair?”
“Yeah this is your chance to be creative,” he offers. Bones turns the attention away from Booth’s need of a chair to the leg on the floor. What can Cam tell them?
Well, the pump still attached suggests female, and what’s left of the skin suggest between 20 and 40 years old. They continue to diagnose the leg when suddenly one of the office employees snaps a picture on his phone.
“Hey whoa, whoa what are you thinking, huh?” Booth ushers him back. “A little respect.”
“I wasn’t taking a picture of the leg,” the guy insists. He points to Cam. “I was taking her picture. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in the elevator.”
“Back off there,” Booth nods to security. “Take care of him.”
Bones and Cam try not to laugh as they go back to the leg. Find anything else? Cam points up.
Cam and Bones climb into the elevator shaft with their flashlights. The entire inside is smudged with, well, bloody guts smudges. Booth pops his head through “that’s nasty”.
They head to the machine room on the roof. The lock’s been jimmied. Booth wonders if the victim’s body could have been pushed down into the elevator shaft. Who tries to hide a body that way?
Booth spots a joint on the ground. “Someone who’s toasted.”
Bones: Marijuana doesn’t make you a killer.
Booth: Yeah, but it makes you stupid.
Cam: Stupid enough to jam someone down an elevator shaft?
~*~*~
Back in the lab, Cam’s figured out the woman died sometime between Friday night and Saturday morning and her final meal was a gyro. This week’s intern is depressing Colin Fisher, a man who wheels in the bags of remains commenting on how sad it is that a woman’s entire life is “reduced to a bunch of glorified sandwich bags.
Hodgins and Cam ask if Fisher figured out cause of death yet and he just replies, "Dr. Brennan left me with exactly 1,263 bone fragments, each one screaming pain, violence and hopelessness. So how about cutting me some slack?" Cam tells him that the “job gets easier over time.” Does he have any leads on who the victim was?
Fisher: The hot chick is doing a sketch on the few pieces of skull I could locate and reconstruct.
Cam stares at him. “Hot chick?”
“Sorry, the other hot chick,” Fisher replies, completely missing what she meant.
Hodgins finds a bow with brown hair on it. Cam tells him to take it to Angela. He tries to tell her he’s “Kind of busy”, but she just answers, “And I’m kind of your boss.” Right. Hodgins leaves.
Fisher thinks he might be able to figure out how far the woman fell. He got the idea from his summer job. Working the suicide Hotline.
Cam: Were you for or against?
~*~*~
Hodgins finds Angela working in her office and tells her he has a bow for her. Angela sighs. “We both decided it's over. I don't want any gifts." Uh, no it’s from the victim…Oh.
Angela blushes and they awkwardly talk about how they’re okay with being just “two professionals” working together now. Right. Right.
Okay then, she should get back to work and Hodgins scurries out. Clearly this isn’t quite right just yet…
~*~*~
From the impact fissures, Fisher decides the victim fell from at least 60 meters. Cam doesn’t think he can figure that out just by impact fissures, but he recites enough math to convince her. The body had to been dropped from the top floor or the machine room above it. Cam is impressed.
“Well, I’ll still wind up like her one day,” Fisher says. When Cam asks if he’s ever thought of getting a girlfriend, he says he’s already got one. He shows Cam her picture.
Cam: She’s very beautiful.
[b/]Fisher[/b]: Yes. Now.
Okay then.
~*~*~
Booth and Bones walk through the offices on the 16th floor. If Angela’s sketch matches Patty Hoyle’s ID card, they’ve found their victim. On another note, Cam is actually going to write Booth a letter to help him get the chair?
Booth: She understands how the game is played.
Bones: She worked for the same Man as you.
Booth: That’s right.
Bones: The Man who doesn’t exist.
They walk past all the cubicles and Booth comments, “Wow, can you imagine working in a place like this?”
Completely serious, Bones replies, “No, it’s not sterile and there’s no room for diagnostic equipment or sufficient bone storage.”
Booth hits her in the arm. “No Bones, I meant look at all the little cubicles. Look at them, they look like caged animals.” She tells him that throughout history you can find examples of people adapting to every kind of environment. “Like you and the chair.”
“Me?” Booth is immediately defensive. “Whoa, way off base on that one.”
Booth and Bones approach one of the women in the cubicle, Christine Gertin, who is pushing the hold button on all the phone lines with her long blue fingernails. Booth shows her his badge and she hangs up on everyone. He asks if she recognizes Patty’s photo, and Patty immediately does. So the woman in the elevator was Patty?
Well, they don’t really know that yet. Before Booth and Bones can stop it, the news is traveling around the office room. “Hey it was Patty!” “Oh no, not Patty. Pretty Patty?” Hearing the commotion and wondering what’s going on, their boss Gary Flannery approaches. “What about Patty?”
So much for discretion.
~*~*~
Booth and Bones go through Patty’s desk. Lots of painted frogs. Bones comments on the “nice chair” and Booth is not amused. They’re going to need to have a look at Patty’s computer. Gary tells them that she was still there on Friday when he left. She was his best office worker.
“See Booth,” Bones tells him. “Some people just accept their position as a drone.”
Booth smiles at Gary and stands up to ask Bones, “Are you calling me a drone?”
She points out that that’s not a bad thing. “Without the drones the hive would die.”
Booth can’t think of any reply, so he turns back to ask Gary if Patty ever caught any of his employees smoking marijuana. Gary leans forward and tells them about Ted Russo. He was arrested for marijuana use last year, but has sworn that he hasn’t touched the stuff since.
Booth and Bones approach a young man making a peanut butter and cereal sandwich. He tells him he doesn’t smoke, “my eyes just look like this because I have allergies.”
Bones tells him they pulled DNA from the cigarette they found, and he finally admits that “alright I smoke a little weed”. Wouldn’t they if they worked in a place like this? Booth tells him if he thinks these cubicles are small, just wait until he sees the inside of a jail cell.
~*~*~
At the FBI, Booth interrogates Ted. Although Ted admits to not liking Patty, he didn’t kill her. "She was the office manager, man, eyes always on me, you know? ‘Why you usin’ so many envelopes Russo?’ ‘Maybe because I’m sending out letters?’” Booth confronts him with a picture of Patty’s keyed car, talking through a possible scenario where she caught him smoking, he keyed her car, killed her…No no, Ted insists Booth is way off base here. Booth asks for his keys to compare them to the marks on Patty’s car. Ted hesitates, but finally hands them over.
~*~*~
Back at the lab Angela enters Bones’s office. Bones looks up from her computer. “The depressed intern is quite clever his analysis of the impact fissures supports Booth’s theory of where the body was found.”
“Great.” Angela is there because she doesn’t know how to act around Hodgins anymore . They had this great intense relationship, and now it’s just awkward and “tense”, “fraught with meaning” in every little thing they do. She pauses to let Bones console her, and when her friend doesn’t say anything, prompts, “Brennan, you’re supposed to say something.”
“Oh I’m sorry, what am I supposed to say?”
“Something that will make me feel better.”
Bones thinks about it. “Well both Hodgins and you mean a lot to me. But since you’re my best friend I guess I could fire Hodgins.”
“What? No, huh?” Angela answers, at a loss. “I don’t want you to fire him.”
“Well that’s good,” Bones answers. “Because I would have disliked doing that.”
“Yeah of course.” Angela realizes this is a lost cause. “Thank you for the offer though, it was very sweet.”
She gets up to leave and Bones asks, “So I helped?”
“Oh absolutely Sweetie,” Angela tells her, trying not to smile. “Thank you.”
She leaves and Bones smiles, quite pleased with herself.
~*~*~
Booth shows up in Cam’s office. “Look I appreciate the doctor’s note, but you can’t send it in.”
“Too late, that’s just a copy,” she tells him.
“But this note makes me sound like an invalid!”
“You want the chair don’t you?”
“No I want to keep my job.” He starts to read the note. “Agent Booth suffers from multi disc disease…” he continues, not even able to pronounce what she’s written about him. “This letter’s going to get me a gurney, not a chair.”
“I’m a coroner,” she tells him. “Tell them I confused you with a corpse.”
Booth is frustrated that no one else is taking this chair thing seriously. Is he the only one? “You are now,” Cam tells him, calling out, “You’re welcome!” as he walks out.
~*~*~
Fisher walks up to Hodgins. “You look bummed.” No, it just that sometimes answers just pose more questions. “Thus the melancholy,” Fisher answers. Okay, why is he here again? He just thought maybe Hodgins could give him a few pointers, him being a mentor and all. Hodgins tells him all he’s got are the facts, man. They look at the facts. Fisher deduces that the victim must have “spent a little time rolling around the copy room floor.” Huh, Hodgins never thought of that. Anything else? There were a bunch of chemicals and food coloring ,but Hodgins won’t know if that’s relevant until they figure out what it is.
“I get it,” Fisher tells him. “We live our lives in darkness hoping for some seldom shin—“
“Go away.”
He does.
~*~*~
Booth and Bones walk through the office cubicles again. She thinks it’s a very efficient work space, Booth thinks it’s demoralizing. She points out that he has superiors he has to report to, protocol he has to follow. “All of your actions are documented and reviewed.”
“Look, I do not work for some mindless bureaucracy,” Booth argues, saluting as he adds, “I work for the United States Government, and so do you. So you’re a drone too!”
He starts to walk off, but she calls after him, “No I’m a completely independent contractor operating out of The Jeffersonian. In the hive? I would be the Queen Bee.”
Booth argues, “Still in the hive!”
“In which I am Queen.” She follows him to the copy room.
What did the FBI find? Dried toner and fabric threads from the victim’s clothing. Bones tells them to send everything back to the lab, include the section of carpet that glows under the ALS Light. “Said the Queen Bee,” Booth mutters under his breath.
Bones: What?
Booth: Nothing.
He tells her that he’s going to be the “King Bee in my department”, to which she just answers, “There’s no such thing.”
“Sure there is,” Booth answers. “And he’s going to have the finest chair in the hive.”
Booth gets a phone call. Computer forensics found an angry e-mail on Patty’s harddrive. They send it to Booth. It’s from “Dave”.
~*~*~
Gary tells Booth and Bones about Dave, a guy who was fired last week after eight years of service. He was fired because Patty “told me that Dave was a problem, disruptive, not doing his work." “Oh…” Gary suddenly realizes why they’re here. Dave could be the murderer? Right.
~*~*~
Back at the FBI, Booth interrogates Dave Farfield. He admits to not liking Patty, but insists that he didn’t kill her. He didn’t even know she was dead. He admits to keying her car because "She purposely parked across the line so I couldn't get into my space." He reported her to the parking guards and she had him fired. It’s not like he was the only one who didn’t like her. "She docked Hamid's pay one time because he put too much half and half in his coffee. And then she had me reported for excessive use of the Internet and I was the IT guy!"
Plus Dave has an alibi the night Patty was murdered. He was drinking with “Chip” at Paradise Island until 8 p.m. After that he was playing Knights of Atlantis online. Just ask the other players. Right.
~*~*~
Cam is pleased with Fisher’s reconstruction o f the skeleton, but he merely answers, “It’s incomplete. I suck.” She asks him for a smile, he just stares at her. “That’s the ticket…”
Fisher determines that the victim was stepped on (“Why stomp on someone when they’re already dead?”) and Cam thinks that’s a good question. Another good one, has he determined cause of death yet?
“I told you man, I suck.”
~*~*~
At the diner, Angela sits down and eyes Sweet’s fries. “Fries look good.” “Want some?” Well, if he’s not going to eat it…She takes his fries and he reminds her that he has office hours. She ignores him, interrupting, “So how do I deal with Hodgins?” She just wants to get back to work.
He tells her that first she should try to figure out how it went wrong, why she was involved in an unsuccessful relationship to begin with. She argues that it wasn’t unsuccessful.
“You’re not together anymore are you?” He asks.
“Do you love your parents?”
“Yes.”
“But you don’t live together anymore. Does that mean your relationship with Mom and Dad was unsuccessful?”
“I don’t think it’s the same.”
“I do.”
She tells him that sometimes you just have to move on, and he tells her that it’s going to take some time to deal with t he lingering effects of her relationship with Hodgins. He suggests meeting with him twice a week. Angela argues that she doesn’t need therapy. "If I'm shot by an arrow, I don't need to know where the arrow was made or what kind of bow it came from or even who it was who shot me. I just need to get it out of my chest." She lets out a relieved breath. “So thank you, this has been helpful.” She grabs her purse and gives him back his fries. “You’re good. Thanks for the fries.”
Sweets stares at the table. “Help yourself.”
~*~*~
Hodgins finds another chemical on the victim’s clothing. Since it’s a bodily fluid he brings it to Cam. She sits down to take a look at it, and he asks, “You think I’m off my game because of Angela? Because of all this residual stuff between us?” He sighs. “Every time I look at her I still think about—”
“Semen,” cam announces.
Hodgins is taken aback. “What? No! I was gonna say something much more romantic than that.”
Cam corrects that she was talking about the stain, not him and Angela. “Oh right.” She found a similar stain on the copy room floor. Her guess? They match.
~*~*~
Back at cubicle-land, Booth and Bones look for Gary. They found out Patty used his credit card to order take-out when she stayed late on Friday. Booth comments that it "Seems like pretty Patty was sleeping her way up the food chain." Bones points out that Gary was married. Maybe Patty threatened to expose their relationship and he killed her. They find Gary and ask for information and a DNA sample.
~*~*~
At the FBI, Gary tells Booth and Bones that Patty was a loyal employee, that was it. He reminds him he was married. Booth looks over Patty’s business card charges and wonders how massages and lingerie fit into her office work. Gary finally admits to selling surplus office supplies online. Patty found out and blackmailed him. As long as he let her use his credit card, she wouldn’t report him. He starts to beg them not to tell anyone, he could lose his job, his pension, and Booth just interrupts, “Shut up and open your mouth.” He does. Bones swabs the inside of his cheek for a DNA sample.
~*~*~
In the lab, Fisher has cut a hole in a box the size of the chute in the machine room. No matter how he turns it, there’s no way the victim’s pelvis fit through the elevator chute still intact. They determine that she was dumped from the 16th floor. Cam enters, the semen stains from the skirt and copy room matched but they’re not from the boss.
~*~*~
Angela finally approaches Hodgins and tells him how much she hates this tension between them. She she’s decided to focus on the happy part of their relationship and "I'm not gonna hide anymore and I'm not gonna walk on eggshells." She’s excepting that this whole mess happened, and she’s glad it did. “Okay.” Hodgins smiles as she walks away.
~*~*~
Booth and Bones are inspecting the 16th floor elevator doors. Forensics didn’t find any prints. No blood, but what’s that pink box by Booth’s feet? “Cupcakes” Booth replies. He got him for the HR worker who is in charge of the office furniture.
“So fraud and bribery,” Bones comments.
“No, twelve years of service and lumbar support okay?” Booth answers. “It’s all a matter of perception.”
She stands up, smiling. “Okay.”
“Don’t say it like that,” Booth says, disgusted. “Like I’m some kind of a kid.”
“Okay,” she answers exactly the same way.
“It’s lookin’ pretty good too Bones,” he says, grinning. He tells her how a fellow agent got taken of the list because he got his note “from an acupuncturist. And that doesn’t even count! Boob.” Quite pleased with himself, Booth turns to try and pry open the elevator doors. They only budge a few inches. Finally he gives up. “There’s no way that I could keep that open long enough to dump a body, and I’m in shape.”
"Must've been someone that was stronger than you," Bones teases.
“You’re kidding me, right?” Booth asks. “Have you seen the people in these offices? Compared to them I am Hercules.”
“Apparently not,” she answers, looking him over. “Maybe you do need that chair.”
“Or maybe it was two people.”
~*~*~
Fisher and Cam decide that a ruptured aneurysm is a probably cause of death. This would mean Patty’s death was accidental, yet someone still threw her down an elevator as if it were murder. Hmm…Fisher is sure he’s going to get fired for his shoddy work on the case. “I guess while I was trying to see the metaphorical sun, I totally forgot that the chances of survival in an unfriendly cosmos—”
“Have you considered Prozac?” Cam interrupts.
“Already on it.”
“Then double your does,” Cam tells him. “Because you’re bringing me down. And that’s hard to do, because I have worked with death for years and you are making it all look like good times now, so get it together, okay? Eeyore?”
Bones joins them. “What have you found?” They tell her about the aneurysm and she tells Fisher he did a “very good” job. Bones takes a closer look at the skull, finding "two tiny punctures, approximately seven millimeters apart.” Fisher pauses, then adds, “And what’s very good? I totally missed them!” Cam points out that he found the stains that let them here, and Fisher asks, “So what caused them? Snake fangs? Easter Pipistrelle Bat? A…Vampire?”
Bones interrupts to ask him for fingerprint powder, sharing a look with Cam when Fisher’s back is turned. Se dusts the punctures and Cam suddenly realizes the truth. “She was killed by a staple.”
~*~*~
While eating a meal at the Royal Diner, Booth and Bones discuss how someone could be killed with a staple. "Miss Hoyle's pre-existing aneurysm to rupture,” Bones explains. She thinks the stapler was thrown. Booth thinks the murder was an accident, seeing as how "One doesn't usually use a stapler as a murder weapon. And they certainly couldn't have known that she had an aneurysm."
“I’ll concede on both points,” Bones answers, taking a drink.
Booth will get his boys on it. Maybe they can get a print.
Hodgins joins them at the table. “Okay, you are not going to believe this.”
“Try talking death by office supplies,” Booth answers, snatching his plate back from Hodgins before he can take a bite.
Hodgins tells them he discovered that the chemicals on the victim were “a Blue Hawaiian”. Booth explains to Bones that “it’s a potent cocktail. Two of those puppies and you’re asking yourself, why am I naked and who are all these people?” Booth laughs, and Bones raises an eyebrow at him. He turns his attention back to Hodgins.
Bones asks if this is the sort of drink they would serve at Paradise Island, and Booth answers, “Yeah, it comes in one of those ceramic monkey heads.” Again, Bones looks at him. How does he know that? Hodgins definitely thinks the drink could have been transferred to the victim’s sweater when someone stomped on her. Bones remembers that Dave was at Paradise Island, but his alibi checks out. Booth remembers that Dave was there with his coworker Chip, who gave him a ride home. “And we don’t know what Chip did the rest of the night.” Booth turns to Hodgins. “Good work, Hodgins.”
“Thanks.”
“You can have a French fry.” Booth pushes over his plate towards Hodgins.
“Hey man, right?” Hodgins decides this means he can tell Booth about him and Angela. “Hey, you know I think Angela and I are cool now. We talked and I think—“
Bone’s phone rings and she picks it up. “Brennan.”
Booth uses the interruption to tell Hodgins, “You know what? Just, keep it to yourself.” Still on the phone, Bones gestures that they need to go, and Booth tells Hodgins he can have all the fries he wants and pay for the bill too.
“But I wanted to—talk to you guys about Angela and—” Too late, they’re gone.
~*~*~
Cam is the one who called Booth and Bones in. According to the DNA sequences, she’s found out that the semen came from an Asian man. But she doesn’t know if that’s helpful as “There are three billion Asian people in the world.” But only one Asian man who worked at Patty’s office. Chip. Who was also at Paradise Isle.
~*~*~
Booth and Bones confront Chip, showing him the murder weapon (a stapler found in the dumpster behind the building). It has Patty’s blood and hair on it. Chip says he’ll help anyway he can, and when they present him with the evidence, Chip finally folds, confessing to it all.
He was sleeping with Patty, but he wanted to end it. He took a few drinks to up his courage, then confronted her. Patty threatened to report him for sexual harassment if he didn’t say in the relationship. She was just about to call their boss, so he threw the stapler at her. He didn’t mean to kill her. “She just, dropped.” Bones tells him about her aneurysm.
He tells her that he shoved her down the elevator, and Booth asks, “How?”
Outside in the hallway, Chip tries unsuccessfully to open the elevator doors by himself. He can’t do it, and decides it must have been the adrenaline of the situation that gave him the extra strength. Booth takes out his gun and cocks it. “Is this enough adrenaline for ya?” Chip tries again, still no luck. Bones steps to help, and Booth asks him who he’s protecting.
“Nobody!”
"Somebody had to have helped you hold the doors open while you kicked her down the shaft."
Chip and Bones struggle with the door, and Bones finally asks, “Booth, can you take the door?”
“Got it.” He steps in, holding it open by himself.
Bones leans down and pulls out a piece of blue fingernail. Chip looks defeated.
~*~*~
Booth and Bones bring Christine into the interrogation room. “Chip tried to protect me?” she asks tearfully. Yes. “That’s just like him.” She tells them that she and Chip both had roommates, so they were meeting at the office. They thought they were alone in the copy room, but Patty came back in and caught them. She said she was going to report them since no one in the office could date. Christine threw the stapler. "I didn't mean to kill her—” Christine cries. “I just wanted to be with Chip."
Christine starts to sob and Bones watches Booth put a comforting hand on Christine’s, letting her cry.
~*~*~
Bones walks into Booth’s office, where he’s cleaning off his new chair. “I see you got your throne.”
Booth: That’s right. The Chair.
Bones: That’s nice. Another victory for the hive.
Booth: HR said you called.
Bones: Yep. But I didn’t lie to them, I would do that.
She sits down and Booth tells her that she must have said something “because she didn’t even eat the cupcakes and the chair was here.”
Bones: No I just told them why I felt it was important for you to have it, that's all.
“And why was that? Because even a mindless drone—ahhhh…“ Booth sighs, sitting in his new chair. “Deserves some perks?”
“Because,” Bones answers with a smile, “Of how important you are of them. I mentioned your dedication, and courage, and sensitivity.”
“Sensitivity?” He’s surprised. What’s she talking about?
“Yes Booth,” she answers. “I mean, even today with that young woman who killed her boss? It’s very impressive.”
Booth grins.
Bones: Anyway, I said that a chair is a good way to show the other employees in the office how much those qualities are valued.
Booth is touched. “Hmm, well it worked.”
“I’ll never understand how you felt you had to lie to get the chair,” Bones shifts gears. “I mean, you could have just told them about yourself on your own.”
“Well because that would have been bragging even though it was true—Oh!” He tosses his rag at her and leans back in the chair. “Ow!”
“Are you okay?”
Uh, yeah he just thinks the padding in the back here is worn out and when he leans back, “it’s…hits…”
So the other agent overstated the attributes of the chair?
“No! NO! This thing is great,” Booth assures. “Are you kidding me? It’s uh…even though it’s an antique, and it doesn’t tilt back—yet. And it smells like a 300 pound dead guy.”
“So you like it.”
“Are you kidding me?” Booth puts his feet on the desk. “I love it! I’m not givin’ this baby up for anything!”
Suddenly Booth’s chair sinks down until he’s practically sitting on the floor, just his eyes and hair can be seen over the edge of the desk. "Whoa! Uh, the little up and down thingy is a little touchy."
Bones nods.
*cut to black*
“Ow!”
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LoL, you gotta love Booth and his pursuit of the office chair.
I love how he tried to talk everyone including Sweets into getting it for him. Cam’s letter was hilarious! Glad to see that Hodgins and Angela are at least on their way to getting back to normal. Still wish they hadn’t broken up though…I really loved how they’re not trying to replace Zack, instead bringing in a different intern every week. Very funny. Great episode, as always. 
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