"Would it make you feel better if I said I spilled coffee over this seat a few days ago and it cleaned up easily?" Booth asked innocently. It had taken some scrubbing and a few hours of his time at least, but it was gone.
He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, mouth set in a tight line as he decided how to break it to her. But knowing Gracie, it was better to just break it and deal with what came next. "All right, a few weeks ago I was in this field in Virginia with Bones because they found this body, her speciality kind of thing," he explained, motioning with his free hand.
"So I'm looking around and see this thing. I still don't know what it was, but I get within five feet of it and next thing I know, I'm waking up here in Los Angeles, it's 2005, and I'm sitting in a internet cafe with no idea how I got there." In his explanation, Booth came to a realization and glanced over at Gracie. "Is 2005 the year for you?" he asked tenatively.