"I'm gonna do something nice, irrational, but nice." –Hodgens thoughts

Jack Hodgens was standing at his station hands dug in his lab coat pockets, he just identified the particles on the victims shoe as common gravel and Scarabidae (Dung Beetle) as well as Cocaine. He had finished his work and looked to the window where snow was falling and all he could do was think about the holiday trip the team was taking for New Years. The Team was going, all of them, Camille, Angela, Temperance; they had 2 extra tickets since the organization got the number wrong so Booth and Sweets got lucky.

He wasn't alone with his impatient feelings, Dr. Camille Saroyan and Angela Montenegro were in their respective offices, twiddling their thumbs and periodically glancing at the clock, 12: 32, 12: 56, 1:25, they were waiting for 2:30 that was when they were leaving for New York.

Sweets looked to the clock, 1:30, he was with Booth and Brennan; their last session before the trip.

"I just don't get why psychology still exists, I mean, 50% of the time it's wrong."

"Dr. Brennan, please, you agreed that you wouldn't say anymore remarks like that." Sweets turned his attention to Booth, Booth's dominance hadn't been asserted at the beginning of the session, he had been unusually quiet and undemanding of attention. Both just stared at the floor or out the window at the falling snow. "Booth, what's wrong?" Booth shrugged his shoulders, he doesn't look at the any of the other occupants in the room, only at the crystal flakes outside.

Brennan turned her head to her partner in crime solving, "Booth?" Brennan didn't watch him long enough to receive and answer because a beeping from her pocket demanded her attention. Brennan excused herself and brought the session to an end, her cell phone had alerted her that it was 1:45 and it was time to head back to the lab, the entire team was leaving together from work. Sweets was starting to become over exuberant like any 22 year old would be like about to go to a city that never sleeps. He realized that Booth hadn't left the room.

Booth stared out the single window in the office, his expression hadn't changed in the few moments he had not had eyes on him, though he had walked to the window to get a better look. A few moments later Booths face unfolded it self until he had a smile spread across his features, he ran from the room before he could give any kind of explanation, let alone be asked for one.

Sweets walked over to the window and started down at Pennsylvania Blvd to see an Explorer with a man and Parker walking toward the building, 'That explains his behavior.'

Brennan entered the lab and immediately took to the steps of the forensic platform, swiping her card to prevent the alarm from being set off, then made a double take; her newest assistant was asleep at the computer. Brennan, since she was in a good mood and about to leave for New York and then Chile decided to be merciful.

Angela was in Brennan's office. Brennan walked to her desk and started her daily procedure for shutting down her computer, exiting the high-side, removing her card from the built in reader, then checking the security and fire-wall codes, before turning the computer off. "Sweetie, how are you planning on tackling this?"

"Tackling what, Ange?"

"Sleep in the room right next to (sigh) Booth?"

"Because I'm rational and I have no affectionate feeling toward him.'

"Brennan, we're going to NY, and I am choosing to skip the part where you said you didn't have affectionate feelings for him, how are you going to do this?"

"Angela, what's wrong, and what do you mean, the hotel, like every other one, has thick walls and we need keys to each other's rooms."

"There was an error in our reservation. Instead of 6 rooms, we have 2 suites with 2 bedrooms each with one bed, and then a separate suite with 2 bedrooms each with a bed with a pull out sofa. Our rooms have already been selected for us and been reported to the FBI for room numbers and phone lines."

"Oh… well, what are the final arrangements?"

"You and Booth get the room that has the pull out sofa because he's bringing Parker. Camille and Sweets will be sharing a suite, and I share with Hodgens." Angela was still standing before Brennan's desk, her hands behind her back, her hair pushed behind her ears, and a sad or even scared expression pulled tightly across her face.

""How are you coping, you and Hodgens sharing a hotel suite?"

Angela's hands enter the space in front of her stomach, in one hand was a opaque cup. "Left over Eggnog."