Premise: Bones is gifted a vacation to a warm weather locale
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the rights to the characters nor do I own any of the rights to the title of the song that is used for the title. I don't claim any sort of rights fee.
A/N: Please let me know what you think; Booth will eventually make an appearence.
Edge of the Ocean ~ Chapter 1
She placed the ear buds in, hoping to drown out the talking of the people around her and allow her to escape to another world. Bones hadn't wanted to go on this vacation in the first place; she had wanted to go to the dig that was going on in Peru instead. But here she was sipping Mai Tai's and sitting on beach chairs that would be used by different people each day. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy going away; she did, but it was the nature of the vacation that wasn't she would consider ideal.
Despite the fact that she had tried to tell Booth that she wasn't at all interested in going on the vacation that he had given to her as a gift, she had basically been encouraged to take the vacation and to not argue with the gift; almost like her co-workers at the Jeffersonian had ganged up on her to make sure that she went. And so here she was at a vacation resort, wondering what to do at what seemed every turn. She hated just sitting; it wasn't in her nature to just sit and constantly felt the need to check up on her colleagues back home, but given that Ange and Cam had confiscated her cell phone and lap top prior to her boarding her plane, there was no way of getting in contact with them, other than spending a small fortune for just an hour of internet time.
This was to be time to rest and relax and not worry about what was going on back home, but no matter what she tried to do, she couldn't help but be bored by just sitting by the beach or the pool or in her room, doing basically what amounted to nothing, or what she considered to be nothing. While the music was soothing and was able to calm her nerves, she was starting to get a bit fidgety; she needed to be doing something and something tangible and something that used her skills as a forensic anthropologist and something that didn't involve the mind-numbing books that somehow her colleagues had downloaded to her Kindle that had been given to her the night before she had left for her "vacation" and that she had promised not to touch until she had gotten to the resort that had been chosen for her to stay at.
It was a beautiful gift, something she had been eyeing for sometime and something that would really help out with her work, especially since sometimes it was near to impossible to get her hands on the articles while she was out at a dig; internet access was at times spotty and would sometimes prevent her from being able to download the large articles that she like to read. But for whatever reason, she had resisted in getting one, preferring to have a highlighter and a pen so that she could either highlight things that she felt were important or write notes on the sides of the articles that pertained to the article that she was reading. While there were several items that she could download from a Kindle, it wasn't really worth the time and effort to write down things that may be important on a separate piece of paper.
She scanned through the titles that had been put on the device for her; they weren't exactly ones that she would have chosen herself, but she understood the intent. She was supposed to relax and not think about work; not think of decaying bones or murder victims or informing loved ones of the demise of somebody they loved. She was clearly meant to take a break from it all and not really think and for the past day or so, she hadn't really thought the way that she normally thought. While she had done it before, it had always been done with others around her, not while she was on her own. Clearly she needed to know how to entertain herself, without resorting to her anthropological instincts, which sometimes seemed second nature to her at times.
Bones picked one of the books and started to read it. It wasn't too hard to read and quite enjoyable and took her mind off for a bit, allowing her to escape into a world that she didn't know nor one that she cared to enter. The music seemed to also help her concentrate on the seemingly meaningless words that were on the Kindle and envelope her. Occasionally she could feel a soft breeze coming from off the water, letting her know of where she was at the moment and the fact that she hadn't had anything to eat for sometime, didn't seem to bother her; the book allowed her to just escape, even if it was for a moment in time and possibly allow her to think of things that seemed trivial to her. For however a brief moment, she was truly beginning to think that her colleagues had the right idea in sending her off on a vacation, even if at the time she believed it to be a ridiculous idea at time.
Losing herself in the book, she started to lose track of time, something that she rarely, if ever did, back home; everything in her life back in D.C. was on a schedule: when to be at the lab, when to be at a site, when to be back at the lab, when to be at home or in the office preparing for the next archeological dig or conference that she would either be presenting at or attending, when to be in bed so that she could be fully functional for the next day at work. The only way that she knew time was passing as she was reading her book, was when the playlist had finished playing and had to find a new one that would allow her to once again to drift into the words, however corny they were. While she did recognize that it did take a great deal of ability to put words together in such a way that they conveyed what the author's intent was for the work, she knew that this type of reading was not meant for serious study of any sort. If she had a copy of something like Anna Karenina or War and Peace or something that she would consider appropriate literature, she would probably be analyzing for its historical importance and probably the usage of the words that were used by the author and their origins. While she could be found frequently be found to explain the archeological and historical importance of pulp fiction, now wasn't the time; now was the time to relax and not try to think why men and women alike found themselves engrossed in books that really didn't have any sort of literary value, or at least what she considered to be literary value.
