Hello, BONES pals! Happy Sunday to you! We’re starting off “Christmas Week” here at BonesTheory, and I’m happy about that. BONES treats us right for Christmas, don’t you think? Last week, we took a scene from The Santa in the Slush; this week we’re looking at The Goop on the Girl, and next week, we’ll round out Christmas Week with a scene from The Man in the Fallout Shelter.
When I was thinking about this episode, I thought I might pick a somewhat obscure scene…after all, that IS sort of the point of these studies. And there are so many great scenes in this episode: from Hodgins telling Angela there is more than one kind of family, from Sweets telling Cam that he’s at Brennan’s dinner, not for Baby Jesus, but for Agent Booth, to Zooey Deschanel as Brennan’s cousin Margaret, to the end scene, the voice over, the funeral…yeah, all of it is so great. I suppose it’s possible that one day I’ll choose one of those to study.
But for today, for Christmas Week, and because I really do honestly (I don’t care how shallow it makes me) love, love, love this scene between Booth and Brennan in the lab, I’m choosing it.
Here’s why, and here’s a little history to get us started:
The episode begins with a Santa in a bank, and he’s handed a note over to the teller, demanding all of her money. That scene proceeds, and then it flashes to Brennan’s apartment where her dad, Max, has brought her a gorgeous Christmas tree (at the employee rate…who knows what that means!?!?). Brennan’s not interested; after all, she is leaving the country. Max is not pleased and tells her about her cousin Margaret. Brennan does not seem impressed already. Max tells her that Russ is going to Orlando with his inlaws. He says that if Brennan goes away, he’ll be alone and miserable. Brennan says that if she stays, there will be two of them, so twice as miserable. Max tells her that’s ‘interesting math’.
No, not impressed, but certainly very pretty. And… Dear Santa, I want her apartment. Love, Me.
Brennan wants to know why people hate spending Christmas alone. Max tells her it’s because it means no one loves them. Ah, interesting! More on that later.
Moving on, we see that Booth is so conveniently near the bank being robbed.
Agent Booth, 22705, he says, and he’s close to the bank; he’ll be there within a minute. I love FBI Booth. I really do.
We learned last week that Christmas and skeletons don’t mix. Christmas and guns don’t really mix either, but Booth and guns do, for some reason! (Hint: that reason is David Boreanaz!)
In a surprise (but why are we still being surprised by the deaths on BONES?), the Santa explodes, and his remains cover many people, including Booth. It is very sad, but at this point, we don’t know that yet.
The FBI is called into investigate, but when Cam and Brennan arrive, they are more concerned with checking Booth over to make sure HE’S okay.
He insists that he is, and goes over to talk to his witness. Cam reports they must bag her and take her back to the lab. Booth comforts the witness, explaining to her that while this might seem crazy, what she has on her is ‘evidence’. It’s so funny, just completely how comforting he is about it. He really is.
You know, if we’d gotten just THIS Booth…annoyed, gorgeous, untucked Booth, I would have been happy. But there’s more, isn’t there? Yes, it is truly the most wonderful time of the year.
He tells Brennan (still concerned for him, very sweet), and Hodgins that he’s fine; he’s just going to go home and grab a shower and be fine!
Brennan points out that he can’t, and Hodgins tells him he definetly has a chunk of Santa on him. Brennan says, “I’m sorry, but you’re evidence now.”
I love this look on Booth’s face. I think it’s fear! I don’t know what he IMAGINES is going to happen next (probably not what actually does), but this does just crack me up every time.
But enough of that, let’s get to the actual scene!
Booth asks Brennan if she heard anything back about the cab driver.
She says no, but that Cam is in touch with the hospital.
And then she says. “Okay, I have to remove your clothing now.”
Booth sits up all kinds of straight and wants to know, “Why?”
“Well,” Brennan calmly explains. “There may be particulates.”
“Particulates” Booth repeats with a long ‘ssss’ sound. I love that! It’s like…what the heck!
“Evidence,” Brennan reasserts. “For Hodgins and flesh for Cam.”
But Booth is a strong guy, and he’s resisted ‘going there’ in the past, so he decides to focus on the case, talking about the bomber saying something about ‘answering the call’. He asks Brennan what she thinks that means.
Brennan gets right to work; not quite making eye contact with Booth.
Is it me or does her voice get just a bit quieter and a little more husky as she explains that many terrorists feel they are acting upon divine instruction.
Booth shifts in his seat and can’t quite look away. Seriously, if this is not a Christmas gift to us, I don’t know what is.
He adds that he doesn’t think it was a terrorist, just a bank robber. Ah, HIS voice! So affected by her touch, by her nearness, by the fact that she is lifting his tie over his head.
Brennan tells him there is spatter on the back of his collar. Booth is not pleased. “Spatter?”
Brennan doesn’t really answer him, but just gets right back to work. So important. So, so, so important.
Booth insists that he can take his own shirt off, and Brennan interrupts him right away. He does not even get the sentence completely SAID before she says,
“Nope…don’t; you’ll compromise the evidence.”
Right? But, we love Brennan, and so does Booth. I love how she grabs at his hands and shoves him to his sides. That’s hot.
But I ALSO love how she can’t quite meet his eyes, and he can’t take his eyes off of her. So hot; so sweet; so BONES!
“Right,” Booth says. Oh yes, of course. Evidence.
Brennan sort of tilts her head to the side as she concentrates (such important work!) and it’s impossible to fully convey the way Booth’s eyes and own head sort of follow her every move. It’s really worth a watch on your part. So good!
Plus, this, haha
Then Brennan begins to speak again, changing the subject from the case. “I’m having Christmas dinner at my place.”
I don’t know about you, but if I had to choose the top three things Booth can’t quite resist about Brennan, I’d say her sweetness is one of them. I might even say it’s number one. But that’s a discussion for another day.
For now, she’s telling Booth that she’s having Christmas dinner at her place this year with her dad…
I mean, seriously. No wonder he can’t take his eyes off of her. I can’t even get to the end of her SENTENCE without capturing every single nuance on her face. She is so sweet with him. I love, love, love, love this.
She continues, “Considering you’ve been shunted aside by your own family, I’d like to invite you.”
Ah! Why can’t she accept him being alone at Christmas? Because she doesn’t want him to feel like no one loves him!
I love how still she is so serious about her work. She still doesn’t quite meet Booth’s eyes, and as you can see, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of her face for one millisecond.
And Booth says, and I quote, “That’s a sweet invitation”
Um, hahahahahaha! NO it ISN’T! It’s not that sweet. It’s kind of direct and insulting, and completely Brennan. I know I said she’s being sweet, but that invitation WAS NOT sweet! But he so doesn’t see it. Hahaha. It’s kind of like later that season when she tells him he’s a good singer. It’s love; that’s what it is, friends. Love, love, love. Because I really think he’s sincere. I watch this every time, thinking that Booth is being sarcastic when he says her invitation is sweet, but he never is. He’s always sincere.
Of course, she’s moving on by pulling his shirt off of his body. Haha! She wants to know if he’ll come, and he says he doesn’t know. He’s thinking about annoying Rebecca and following her so he can see Parker.
Is Brennan even listening? Debatable.
Well, maybe not debatable, as she’s able to form complete sentences (she really does have a steep learning curve, that one!). And she also tells him he has a perfect acromion.
I love the look on his face. Guarantee you he doesn’t even KNOW what acromion is; all he hears is ‘perfect’
It really is perfect…really, really perfect.
As the scene continues, Brennan insists he get off the table, so she can remove his pants. “Vascular tissue on your cocky belt buckle”.
So…just so Brennan. That is all.
And this is just so Booth. Just stare ahead and don’t look down. Don’tlookdownDon’tlookdownDon’tlookdown. Haha
Slides right off! “And we’re done, right?” He asks.
“Nope” Brennan asserts. “I have to remove your pants.”
Hahahahaha, poor Booth. Seriously. Poor, poor, poor Booth. I love that he confesses that he’s going to recite some saints. If THAT is not another gift to us, I don’t know what is. Don’tLookDownDon’tLookDownDon’tLookDown Haha.
Not to get all BoothChickaWowWow with you on a Sunday morning or anything, but when Cam opens the door and Brennan makes this face…
…well, I think it just sort of proves that she’s NOT completely unaffected by what she’s doing. If it really were JUST evidence, well, then she wouldn’t be so surprised. This isn’t the look of someone being surprised at someone opening the door. This is the look of someone getting caught doing something maybe she shouldn’t be doing (in this case, removing Booth’s pants in her own lab, baby!)
I love that Cam’s eyes immediately shoot to Booth’s face, like, “Dude, wow.”
“Anyone for mistletoe?” she asks. She has no problem going BoothChickaWowWow on us!
Brennan insists that she’s ‘recovering evidence’
“Just evidence”, Booth insists. “That’s all.”
Haha, the tone in both of their voices proves otherwise, I must say. Watch, watch, watch this! It’s so great!
Cam tells them more about the case, and Brennan tries to get some evidence out of Booth’s hair, but Booth becomes kind of snarky and Brennan really IS all business, which is so interesting. What goes on between them is theirs.
I love how later, when Brennan is wheeling Booth toward the lab platform, Angela sort of wants in on the action. Brennan does not even stop or acknowledge her. Booth is all hers, baby!
It’s just so great. The rest of the episode is also so great. But that’s pretty much the end of this scene, so with that, I must say goodbye!
Okay…just one more…
Is there anything better than annoyed Booth? Yeah, shirtless annoyed Booth.
Merry Christmas Week!
Peace, Love & Bones