"Wish I could. I can't get her out of my head." He admitted. Of course it was a girl. Complicated matters always involved a girl. At least ninety percent of the time anyway. "I was even warned about her." That just made her undoubtedly more attractive of course. But he was. Sam had said she was bad news and Booth just didn't listen. He was irritated with the entire situation. "Half tempted to go back on vacation, but that would just be me running away. " He shrugged and toyed with his mug. He didn't understand women. None of his relationships thus far had been in any way healthy. What was the point of even trying anymore?
He was tired of being left behind with a burden to carry. "Hope he enjoys it while he can." He stated. There would be shooting when he got back, so Spike better live up his vacation. Or rather business as it seemed. What the hell kind of business could Spike have in Paris with Bela? Then it dawned on him. Bela had mentioned stealing something out of a high security area. Spike being dead wouldn't set off the sensors. Perfect. He wanted her to have a chance at making something of herself and she was going to try and become a master thief. Just perfect.
"Wish I could, at this point though it physically isn't that easy. " He offhandedly mentioned without meaning to.