"What did the dead ever do to you, Hart?" Booth demanded, shaking a finger back at her. "When you get ideas, I get scared. Like two of my Squints. You give them a goal to achieve and you get frozen pig mulched all over the parking lot."
Surprisingly, there was a dull pang as he said that. Not just because he did in fact miss the crew but because even if he was still there, the duo that had been Addy and Hodgins was no longer. Just as he'd started getting to know the kid too.
"That is blasphemy," Booth said, plowing into the next topic. "Next time you're in Chicago? Your mission is to search out the best pizzeria the locals can recommend and have a pie." He picked up his piece again, wrapping a long string of cheese around his finger.
"It's a good way. No one gets hurt, just a little annoyed. Maybe they'd send you to Alaska." He frowned. "Is there a field office in Alaska?"