No I do not own Bones. If I did, Hannah would not exist, and the last few episodes would look somewhat like this story.

Bella Vista High School was a school in which nothing ever seemed to go wrong. Sure every few years a students life would be lost, but never has a life been taken. So, as you could imagine, it did come to the students of Bella Vista as a shock on Tuesday morning, when the body was found.

Mr. Cambrin, a Biology teacher, was more than halfway through class, giving a lecture on joints, when a senior (Kaitlynn Boslin) entered the room quietly.

"Excuse me, Mr. Cambrin?" She said as the whole class turned to look at her. She was one of the popular ones. So almost everyone in the class started whispering their greetings to her. She smiled at everyone.

"Uh.. Yes Miss Boslin?" Mr. Cambrin replied, dropping the arms that he was holding up to show off his shoulder joints.

"I was just on my way back from the bathroom when I noticed this, rather lovely set of bones you got here." She laid her hand down on the left humerus of the fake skeleton suspended from the ceiling in the front of the classroom. Some students students snickered at the dirty connotation, while others whispered back and forth, taking the distraction from the break in Mr. Cambrin's lecture as an advantage to talk.

"Yes, they are Miss Boslin.." He said crossing his arms and frowning. "Is there something you wanted with them?"

"Hm.. Mind if I give a small presentation" Kaitlynn asked, her eyes lighting up at the thought.

"Presentation?" He cocked his head and looked at the clock. 8 minutes left. "Go ahead.. humor me." He said taking a seat. "Class we will continue the discussion on structural classification tomorrow. For the rest of the class period I want you to give Kaitlynn your undivided attention." The class groaned, looking at the clock. They'd been hoping for a few moments to chat with friends before the bell rang. "Go ahead Kaitlynn."

"Well, I have been studying Forensic Anthropology for the past 8 years now.. Because, as most of you know, that's the kind of stuff my mom teaches. Anyway, I just wanted to give you a brief view on the awesomeness of anthropology." She turned back towards the bones, and began to touch the bones for measurements. "The pelvic bone is very narrow and dense, and the aperture of the lesser pelvis is bigger then a males... So this is definitely female. Approximately 160 centimeters.. give or take. Particulates in the wrists," She held up the whole lower arm to the class, and peered at them. "How very odd." She gently released the arm, and moved her hand, very gently, to the top of the skull.

"Oh my gosh... This isn't a fake skeleton.. This is a real murder victim." She said, still staring at the back of the skull, now in complete awe.

No more then 10 seconds went by before the whole class began jumping from their seats, screaming. Some girls were crying, and the whole class pushed it's way outside. Even Mr. Cambrin, who was trying to get out and try to keep his class in order at the same time, was yelling in fright.

"Huh," Kaitlynn said, incognizant to the now empty classroom.

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"So..?"

"So... what?"

"So what do you think?"

"I think it's two people having a conversation.. one of them are confused, and the other clearly wants the confused participant to understand, or point something out."

"No, Bones- What? Never mind. I meant, what do you think of my new suit?"

Doctor Brennan and Special Agent Seeley Booth were in the break room at the Jeffersonian. Brennan was sitting at one of the tables, sipping at a cup of coffee, while Booth stood in front of her, showing off his new suit.

It was black, of course, considering his job required it to be black.. But it was always black. What Booth had really wanted her to see was the new socks and tie he had put on with the new suit.

"I think.." She said finally. "I think it really suits you."

He sighed and took a seat on the other side of the table. "That, Bones, was the lamest attempt at a joke I've ever heard." He looked depressed (in a Booth way) now.

Brennan, too, sighed and set her drink down on the table in front of her.

"I wasn't making a joke, Booth. I was being honest. Given your inclination to wearing silly ties and mismatched socks in a way of showing rebellion, I say that the accessories definitely suit the situation well."

He smiled a little at her.

"Thank you, Bones." He said to her warmly, lifting his ankle to his knee to admire the new red and green socks he wore. "Hannah bought them for me on Saturday."

Leave it to Booth to ruin a perfect moment.

"That was nice of her." Brennan replied in a clipped tone, reaching for her coffee as Booth's phone went off.

He pulled it out of his front pocket and flipped it open.

"Booth," He answered, picking at a red fuzz ball on his sock.

"Mhmm.. Uh-huh? Alright... We'll be there tomorrow." He said before hanging up. He smiled, showing his teeth to his partner.

"Where at?" She asked, not even looking at him.

"California.. In a town called Citrus Heights."

"Hm... I've been there before. I had to give a lecture to a small group of students who would be majoring in Forensics when they got to college. It wasn't as fun as when we were in England." She frowned.

"That's because I wasn't there. Now. Go pack up. We're going back to California." He said smiling brightly at her.

"I can't go. I have work to do here.." She said with no emotion on her face.

"Work here can wait, Bones. C'mon, we gotta murder victim. Besides... it's California! The sunny state!" He whined.

"Where have I heard this before..?"

"C'mon, Bones.. please. For me?" She avoided looking in his eyes.

"What about Hannah?"

"What about her?" He retorted.

"That's what I just asked..." She said looking at him in confusion.

"Well.. she's got her work, and I've got mine. That's something me and her have already discussed. Why does it matter, anyway?" He asked, eying his partner suspiciously.

"What?" She asked in defense. " It's a rational question.. I just thought that you would want her to come instead of me. You know, to vacation or something. And then you'd send me back the body and evidence to examine."

"Bones.. I spend every night with her." Brennan cringed inside a little. "I only spend a few days of the week with you. Besides, Hannah knows that, not only are me and her not completely serious right now, but that you and me have a strictly professional relationship."

Brennan huffed, and thought some more. "I thought you and Hannah were 'serious as a heart attack'." She said, thinking of the time when he'd first told her about Hannah.

"Ehh.. the more time we spend together, the more we move apart, you know. Heart attacks do go away, and get better.. They become less and less serious. More like a benign tumor, now." He said, looking down. He didn't sound to torn up about it.. More like, he'd been expecting it.

"Fine.." She finally said. "I'll go to California with you." He smiled in triumph, his eyes squinting up at the corners. "But.." His smile faded.

"But what..?" He asked cautiously.

"But.. Could you do me a small favor in return? Can you stop talking about me with Hannah?" She asked over the top of her cup.

"I don't..." He started, but stopped when he looked into her eyes. Smiling, he gave her a small nod. "Alright, deal." He leaned back in his chair with a happy grin on his face.

After a few moments of comfortable silence Brennan cleared her throat and avoided eye contact with him. "Did you..?" She trailed off.

Booth's smile dropped and he stood up.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning to go to the airport." He said curtly before turning and walking out.

"You're the one who asked for it!" She called after him, smirking when the door closed more forcefully then he probably intended. She rolled her eyes and continued to sip from her mug.

Not a full minute went by before Angela came into the room. She didn't look particularly happy.

"Angela, hi..." Brennan said to her friend and colleague.

"Hey, sweetie." Angela said, taking the seat that was previously occupied by Booth. Before Brennan could say anything Angela started ranting. "What was wrong with Booth? Never mind that. Cam. Is getting. Infuriating. It's like.. no matter what I do she always gives me this "I'm-sure-I-could-do-better look. It's getting to the point where I just want to yell at her to give my job a god damn try!" She paused for a breath. "I bet she thinks she could even get Hodgins. She might be able to.. if she tried, I guess. But still. It's getting to the point where I just want to go ahead and give her everything!" She had tears in her eyes now.

"Ange.." Brennan said in a gentle tone. "I don't think Cam is interested in Hodgins, or your job. It's the pregnancy hormones. They're making you feel very insecure and vulnerable. But I can assure you Cam isn't out to get you. Or Hodgins."

"Thanks sweetie, you always know just what to say... Even if most of the world wouldn't understand a word of it." She said, wiping a tear away. The two laughed.

"So.. what was wrong with Booth?" Angela asked.

"I don't know. He might be mad about something at home. Same old Booth." Brennan said, standing up. She stretched her arms upwards, and pushed herself up on the balls of her feet. She sighed in relief as the bones all popped, and her muscles stretched. She picked her cup up, and put it into the sink.

"Where are you going?" Angela asked, standing as well- needing Brennan's help because of her big belly.

"Home. I need to pack for California and get some rest. Me and Booth are going to examine some remains found.. from what I can tell, it was a homicide."

"Sweetie, it's only 3 o'clock.. Can't packing wait until tonight?" Angela whined.

"I'm sorry Ange, but tomorrow is going to be a very long day.. I'm going to need as much rest as I can get.."

"It's fine." Angela said warmly. "I understand. Damn these mood swings."

Brennan laughed and gave Angela a hug. "Thank's Ange."

The two left the room together and walked in silence back to Brennan's office.

"So..." Angela started. "You and Booth in California for two weeks?" She asked with a knowing smile.

"Booth is with Hannah." Brennan replied, opening her office doors.

"Hey, what happens in Cali, stays in Cali. You can go ahead and jump his bones the second you touch down.. and Hannah would never know."

"Angela, this isn't the first time me and Booth have traveled out of state for a few weeks together." She told her friend as she cleared off her desk, and grabbed her coat.

"Mhmm.. yeah, true. But. It is the first time you've actually wanted to do the nasty with him.. that and the fact that he's with Hannah now.. equals sexy dance party." Angela said with a wink. They were now on their way to the entrance of the Jeffersonian.

"Angela," Brennan said when they reached the front doors. "I do not, nor do I ever want, to sleep with Booth. Now, I'm going home. Please, Angela, as a friend, please. Lave it alone. Booth is with Hannah, and I'm with my work. Booth and I are going to California to solve a murder, and that is it. Nothing more, nothing less." That was the last thing said between the two, before Brennan turned, and walked out the door.

"Uh-huh..?" Angela said to herself. "Then why did longing and sadness flash in your eyes as you said that?" She turned as well, and headed back towards the lab and her husband. "I'll figure out what your hiding Temperance Brennan.. I always do." She reached the lab and went straight to her office. She smiled to herself as she closed the door and went to continue her life long research on Dr. Temperance Brennan, and Agent Seeley Booth- the two lovers who, in Angela's opinion, needed to get together soon.

So, tell me what you think. Trust me, in the last three chapters, it'll all make sense.

Also.. yeah. Writing that stuff about Hannah made me want to jump off a bridge. But it's a key point to the last chapters.

A few things that you should not expect:

No, one of the Jeffersonian members will not be the murderer, because that thing with Zach was extremely depressing.

No, none of the major (Bones, Booth, Angela, Hodgins, Zach, Sweets, Cam, or -cringe- Hannah) will die.

No, there will not be a pregnancy.. at least, not in this story. Lol.

But.. yeah. No. It's not going to be one of those twist endings that... I am yet to read about actually. Hm. Maybe I'll write one like that. :D

Or not.

ANYWAY

Please review~~ Because I already have chapters 3 and 4 done. But, I need the motivation to actually copy it from my note book onto my computer. xD

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