Booth really hoped that it wasn't only his partner who had been targeted for such an atrocity, but he also didn't wish it on anyone else. How could this happen? Why was it happening? He didn't know the answers, and like the dead man they'd found hanging in a tree, he doubted they would be able to figure it out.
He stood up, giving himself something to do, and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. "Want one?" It was still early in the afternoon, but he figured the situation called for drinking early in the day. He held one out to her, brows raised. "I guess I should find you some clothes. You're a little thicker ... like this."