"Eight person shower?" Booth sat up straight and turned to look at her. "What was it, a locker room?" The four star hotel sounded amazing at the moment. A nice shower, decent cleaning, and room service. Now that was an idea he could get behind.
Finishing tying the laces on his boots, he stood up and pulled the t-shirt on over his head. Just as he was pulling on the shoulder holster, he caught quick movement out of the corner of his eye and whirled around to see his roommate going for her gun. "Whoa!" he shouted and lunged after her, grabbing at her wrist.
"What the..." He heard a minute squeak and glanced back, suprise giving way to disgust. "That is a really big rat," he stated finally. "Big enough that it should be called Mickey."