She looked at King and blinked. "I always said you needed therapy." With a sigh she raked a hand through her hair. She heard Booth open the door behind her. "He doesn't have any weaknesses King, silver, stakes, garlic, sunlight. None."
Then she turned around and was greeted by the sight of a shirtless, fresh from bed rumpled hair Booth. If the circumstances weren't what they were she might of said something. As it were she stole a quick glance and pointed to the television. "It's Drake. He broke out of a hospital a few days ago."
She heard the sounds of King still eating behind her and remembered they hadn't met yet. "Oh, I forgot. Booth, this is Hannibal King." She looked over her shoulder at King. "King, this is Seeley Booth." She mouthed the words be nice to her partner.