This suddenly came to me a few days after watching 4.1/2, Yanks in the UK. Enjoy!
"Bye, Ange," said Brennan warmly, briefly hugging her friend.
"Bye, sweetie. See you soon," sighed Angela, wondering exactly how much fun someone could have on a 'vacation' that involved poking and prodding at mouldy old Peruvian skeletons.
"Have fun, Dr Brennan," said Cam brightly, smiling her goodbyes. She stood, as always, slightly back from the rest of the group with her arms folded, yet still managed to make herself heard over the incessant chattering of Brennan's highly irritating new grad student.
"Stay away from Hayu Marca. And planes," warned Hodgins mysteriously. "On second thoughts, I take it back: go to Hayu Marca and bring me home an alien."
Three pairs of eyebrows simultaneously shot upwards as the women exchanged exasperated glances. Hodgins looked at them in disbelief.
"Do you people know nothing? In 2001, the Peruvian Air Force shot down a plane flying over the Amazon after receiving information from the CIA that the plane was trafficking in narcotics. It wasn't; it was filled with Christian missionaries," he explained, with just a little too much excitement in his voice.
"He says with a smile," remarked Cam.
"What can I say? Anti-authoritarianism, baby," he replied mischievously.
Brennan merely rolled her eyes.
"Bye, everyone. I'll see you all when I get back," she promised. A flurry of grey and white striding into the lab caught her eye as she turned to pick up her bag. "Booth! At last. You're late," she informed him.
"What are you doing here? Do we have a case?" asked Hodgins excitedly, quickly abandoning his slime.
"What, I don't even get a hello? I just came to give Bones a lift to the airport." At this, Hodgins looked faintly amused, Cam struggled to hide a snort, and Angela openly burst into laughter.
"I bet you did," she choked out through giggles.
"Maybe Dr Saroyan would be a better choice," suggested Hodgins with an evil glint in his eye.
"Oh no, I'm sure Booth's more than happy to take Dr Brennan to the airport," insisted Cam, now openly chuckling at hilarity of the situation.
"I am," said Booth blankly, staring at the squints with bewilderment.
"He is," Brennan butted in, equally as confused.
"Yeah, because God knows what would happen if Cam gave anyone else a lift to the airport," snickered Angela, trying unsuccessfully to stop the whoops of laughter.
"Very funny," said Cam sarcastically, rolling her eyes at the implications.
"I know. So, Bren; how many times has Booth taken you to the airport before?" enquired Angela suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Never, I normally take a cab. Why?"
"You should definitely let Booth give you a lift more often."
"Why pay a random stranger to do what a friend will do for free?" said Hodgins cryptically, briefly looking up from his computer to perform his trademark staring into the distance.
"Ugh, those cab driver manwhores," interjected Cam, sighing with mock disgust.
"Am I... missing something? Why are you all laughing? And exactly when did prostitution come into the conversation?" asked Brennan bemusedly.
"Believe me, Bones, I'm just as confused," muttered Booth sideways, slowly edging away from the group of giggling squints.
"We're leaving now," announced Brennan. Angela sighed, shook her head and wiped tears of mirth from her eyes.
"Have fun, sweetie," she told her, giving her a final hug and shooing her off the platform.
"Yeah, lots and lots of fun!"
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