Booth waltzed into Brennan's office and leaned casually against the door. His breath caught in his throat as he saw how the flourescent light glanced off of her sleek nut-brown hair. She didn't notice him standing there, too wrapped up in what she was looking at on her computer. Booth snapped himself out of his reverie. What was he doing? He couldn't have her. At this thought, Booth's spirits sunk. His eyes took in her slender form, her bright, sparkling green eyes, the way that her hair fell about her beautiful face, her-
Stop it! he scolded himself. She's going to notice Du any sec-oh crap....