Lie to Bones

Foreword from the Author:
This is a crossover between Bones and 'Lie to Me'. I try to portray all the characters as seen on the shows, but I may take some liberties with the characters.
Disclaimer: I don't own either of these shows, but I wish I did…

1. First Instalment

Dr. Lightman strolled amicably through the busy airport. Everywhere he looked he could see the evidence of hundreds of emotions, emotions he could see and read clearly across the faces of everyone around him, the emotions that they tried to hide from everyone else.

Ahead of him he saw a couple talking, fake smiles on their face. The man was obviously lying through his teeth to the woman, and he could see that she didn't believe a word of it, but was pretending too. He frowned but let it go, it was their life and their problems, unless they hired him. Just up ahead was the baggage carousel, and there he could make out the familiar form of Foster, as well as his ex-wife and Daughter. Emily caught sight of him first and waved frantically, before making a short dash through the crowd of people and into his arms.

"I missed you dad"

"Now that's the truth." He smiled at her "And I'm glad. Some father I would be if you didn't miss me after a month"

She laughed and led him over to wear the other adults stood. "I think Mom quite enjoyed you not getting in her hair"

"I think the feelings mutual, she really does bring out the fight or flight response in me." He joked.

"Foster really missed you though."

"Well running the company on her own must have been tough, but we spoke everyday so it can't have been that bad" he smiled.

"I suppose your right" Emily said

"Of course I am" Laughing again he shared a smile with Foster who hugged him tightly and for perhaps a little longer than deemed acceptable for friends, but he didn't care.

Reading the smug look of contempt on his ex's face clear as day he grinned cockily back at her, but kept his distance. "Nice to see you too love" he whispered to Foster. "Loker and Torres behave for you?"

"They haven't been too bad, but we haven't had that much work recently." Foster said softly.

"What, hasn't Reynolds been cramming you with old FBI cases?"

"Cal, you know how he is about that. He really only deals with you."

"Nonsense, you are as reliable as me on any case."

"Well I'm glad that wasn't put to the test." She smiled, and they shared a moment.

"Cal" his ex-wife cleared her throat loudly to interrupt them. "I've got to get Emily home."

"Sure, of course. Didn't really expect you to be giving me a lift," then he dropped the attitude as he farewelled Emily. "See you later hon."
As he collected his bags from the carousel he found that just Foster was left waiting. "So are you giving me a lift, or do I have to call a cab?"

"If you behave." She smiled.

"When does Booth get back?"

"What?" Angela woke up, startled by her phone ringing.

"Ange, I asked what time does Booth get back?"

"Sweetie, I know you miss him and all, but surely you talked to him while you were both gone…"

"We communicated via letter, and when it was available, e-mail Ange."

"Aww, you wrote to each other? That's so romantic."

"Please Ange, I can't go there. We're just partners."

"Fine Sweetie, fine. You've told me a thousand times already. I still don't believe you."

"Ange…"

"Ok, I'll let it go. But back to the point, how do you not know when Booth is getting in?"

"He told me he didn't know yet, and that the flight plan had yet to be scheduled."

"Well then that's probably what happened. Why do you think I would know?"

"Well he has no way to contact me since I got back, I don't have an address yet, or an access to e-mail, and he can't call me on my cell. I was hoping he'd mailed you or something."

"I'm flattered that you think I'm his next port of call, but haven't you tried Parker or his grandfather? They're more likely to know than me."

"I already did Ange, I logically went through everyone Booth is likely to have contacted in the order of most likely to be contacted to least."

"Well now I'm really flattered" Angela said sarcastically. "I guess you'll just have to wait then. Why are you calling me anyway Sweetie?"

"I'll call you back later Ange, thanks anyway." Brennan hung up.

"Love you too, Sweetie" Angela said softly into the dead phone.