The bodies that came in today weren't the usual, sad story about a poor person being horribly murdered. By comparison, it was much sweeter.

And a lot less gooey, to be sure. For these bodies were found in a slab of…. Concrete.

Angela Montenegro would have said the word 'cement' out loud if not for her best friend's insistence that cement was only merely an ingredient in concrete and that She Had Already Mentioned It Before.

Sweet? Why sweet, you might ask. It was sweet in the way that the male and female (yes, positively identified by Brennan, with 'no sign of relation in the facial sutures') had their hands clasped together.

Meanwhile, when she looked up, Booth was leaving the lab, Brennan not even saying goodbye to him. He looked a little hurt, the emotion evident on his face as he turned back and stared at her office doors as he walked out of the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal.

With a swish, the doors closed behind him and Brennan came out of her office, staring longingly at them.

Angela looked back at the bodies and sighed. Love was indeed colder than death.