Bones' place was much less decorated then Booth's. She was geared more toward practicality then design. Booth was obviously wanting comfort when he had his design in. He was ungodly bored in Bones' place. She had science books and calculators, and even a few random skulls that were obviously not real but made him a little wary none the less laying around. One was on her shelves she had in her place, and another by her bedside lamp. They were obviously to help her with cases, but if those were by Booth's bed? He would never get to sleep.
He was discontent to say the least. Being tied up was inconvenient. He felt like a child, and completely felt ridiculous. Finally after what seemed like a century since Bones left for the lab, there was a voice on the other side of the door. A voice that said annoying words that made him glare when Kitty finally did look inside. "Not funny." He wasn't in the mood for jokes. Bones had him captive by her bed with his own handcuffs. "Tell me you brought the key, do you know how much these things chaff?" His brows furrowed moodily.
The science book he'd bothered to crack open and doodle in was a testament to his boredom. "I should be at work right now. " He scowled and his jaw set grumpily. Pulling at the handcuff uselessly to demonstrate just how uncomfortable he was, he looked up at Kitty with a thin lipped frown. " I could be solving murders right now and helping Sam. "Sam was what got him into this mess in the first place and he still didn't seem to get it. Sam was not the right answer to get him out of his predicament.
"Can I at least get up? Look. No phone, no guns. " He held up his hands in attempt to convince Kitty to unlock the handcuffs. "She didn't even leave me my guns.." He trailed off uncomfortably.