Jenny1701 Prompt: I wondered what would have happened if Brennan had gone with Sully and then realized he was only a substitute for the FBI Agent she really wanted to be with (Booth of course) In my scenario she would do something to rectify the situation - I always feel so sad when I see the look on Booth's face when he sees them kissing in the lab.

Sounds interesting, I'll give it a try. Maybe I should mention that there is a twist in this story. I'm sure you're shocked.

I don't own Bones.

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Sitting near the steering wheel of the boat, Brennan watched Sully leaning very closely towards a young woman in a string bikini. Talking animatedly, the young woman placed her hand on Sully's arm and laughed. Annoyed, Brennan looked to her left at the island that they were now anchored near.

Sighing, Brennan stood up and wandered down to the galley below and began to make lunch. Cutting vegetables, Brennan carefully sliced her onions and celery thinly. Listening to the radio, Brennan realized that "Hot Blooded" was playing. Irritated, Brennan reached over and turned the radio off.

Sully, looking for Brennan, walked down the steps and down the short hall to the small galley, "Hey Tempe, what are you making for lunch?"

Watching her knife carefully, Brennan replied, "I'm doing vegetable stir fry."

Sighing, Sully complained, "Again? Come one Tempe, I'd like some meat in my diet once in a while and I'm getting complaints from our passengers. They want some meat too."

Carefully placing her knife down on the cutting board, Brennan looked up at Sully, "If you don't care for the menu then feel free to cook lunch yourself."

Realizing that he shouldn't have said what he said, Sully moved closer to Brennan and put his arms around her shoulders, "I'm sorry. I guess I'm just bored and I'm taking it out on you."

Puzzled, Brennan leaned back to look at Sully's face, "Bored? What do you mean you're bored? This is supposed to be your dream job. How can you be bored?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Sully smiled rather sheepishly, "Well, I never realized that chartering people around the same islands, seeing the same things, doing the same things would be so damned boring."

Shaking her head, Brennan returned to chopping vegetables. Sully, sensing that Brennan was unhappy with his complaining, smiled, "Got to go up top side and check on that kid that swears he can scuba dive. I think he's full of crap."

Not responding, Brennan continued to chop.

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That evening, Sully made a mistake. He didn't know he'd made a mistake at the time; but, he'd find out soon enough.

Lying in bed together, Brennan and Sully were both staring at the ceiling. Sully, licking his lips, turned and looked at Brennan, "Hey, the funniest thing happened today. Mr. Ambrose was talking to me and he asked me if I'd be interested in selling my boat. I uh. . . I told him I'd think about it."

Turning her head, Brennan stared at the dark shape lying next to her, "What would you do if you sold the boat?"

Smiling, Sully turned over and wrapped his arms around Brennan, "I was thinking we should open a bar, on a beach. That would be so cool."

Not saying anything, Brennan schooled her features to remain emotionless. Inside, Brennan raged at her stupidity, "I gave up my job for this?"

This next morning, Sully docked his boat and went ashore to buy groceries and to retrieve their mail. When he returned, he found Brennan gone. Walking into their cabin, Sully found a note lying on the bed, "Sully, I'm going home. Good luck with your bar."

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Arriving in Washington D. C. Brennan quickly found out that it was a mistake not to have carried a sweater with her. The temperature was 55 degrees and the sky was gun metal gray. Her short sleeved shirt wasn't warm enough.

Angela waiting at the arrival gate for her, waved and smiled, "Oh Sweety, I am so glad you're back. I thought you were taking a one year sabbatical, you've only been gone for four months."

Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan replied, "I missed my work. I'm not made to live and work on a boat. It's boring."

Smiling, Angela hugged her, "Well, what about Sully?"

Shaking her head, Brennan asked, "What about him?"

Puzzled, Angela asked, "Is he coming back too? I mean to the FBI?"

Standing back, Brennan cocked her head, "No, he wants to open a bar. He's staying in the Caribbean."

Nodding her head, Angela replied, "Oh, okay. Well, that's ok. Cam will be so surprised when she sees you. That Anthropologist they brought in to cover for you has been driving everyone crazy. He only wants to work in Limbo and it takes everything Agent Gary Harris can do to make Dr. Young go out on cases with him. I don't know how many times Gary has actually threatened to hurt or kill Dr. Young. It's a miracle that Gary hasn't killed him yet."

Puzzled, Brenna asked, "Wait isn't Booth the liaison between the Jeffersonian and the FBI?"

Frowning, Angela replied, "Honey, I don't understand. You know Booth is still out on sick leave. No one has seen him since he was rescued from that West Virginia mafia guy three months ago. I've tried to go see him; but, his brother won't tell me where he is. I tried to contact Booth's ex and get her to tell me where Booth is; but, she won't return my calls. I told you that in the letters I sent you."

Shaking her head, Brennan protested, "Angela, I haven't received any letters from anyone since I went on Sabbatical. I don't know what you're talking about. Are you telling me that Booth was kidnapped by someone and hurt?"

Concerned, Angela replied, "Yea, three months ago. He was kidnapped by some crime boss from West Virginia. Booth was tortured and we almost didn't rescue him in time. It was a miracle that maintenance man saw what was going on and called the cops. The FBI found Booth in a pretty bad way when they rescued him. He was almost dead. If they hadn't shown up when they did, Booth would have died."

Placing her hand over her mouth, Brennan stared at Angela with glistening eyes, "I swear Angela, I didn't know anything about this. I have not received any mail from anyone since I left. I didn't know."

Placing her arms around Brennan, Angela cried, "Its okay Bren. I don't know what happened to your mail; but, I've written you at least ten letters. I thought maybe you didn't answer them because you've been really busy."

"Or that I didn't care?"

Hugging her harder, Angela protested, "No Bren, that's not true. I should have tried to call you, I guess. I mean, I tried once; but, Sully answered your phone and he said you weren't taking calls from anyone. This is my fault. I am so sorry. I should have insisted that I needed to talk to you."

Removing herself from Angela's embrace, Brennan asked, "Never mind about that, Angela. Why won't Booth's brother tell you where Booth is? I don't understand. I need to go see Booth, Angela. There has to be a way to find out where he is."

Shaking her head, Angela replied, "I tried to find out; but, no one would tell me. Cam says that Booth's brother is angry that Booth didn't have proper back up and he blames the Jeffersonian and the FBI for Booth's injuries. He told Cam that Booth had no business working with civilians."

Inhaling deeply, Brennan stared over Angela's shoulder, "I'll find out where he is. I'm going to find out what's going on. I'm also going to find out what happened to my mail too."

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The sound of the cuff inflating was the only sound to be heard in the hospital room. Watching the cuff inflate slowly, he saw the numbers change on the monitor ever so slightly. Once the numbers were recorded, he watched the cuff deflate. Sighing, he stood up and walked over to the window to watch the cars and people come and go in the parking lot below.

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A/N: In the United States the color gray is spelled "gray". In England it is usually spelled "grey". I thought I would mention that just in case anyone thinks I misspelled the word.