"Bones!" Booth exclaimed as he burst into her office around closing time on a Friday. "Good you're still here, we have a case." That got Brennan's attention "Alright, Let me grab my coat," she said finally looking up from the heap of paperwork crowding her desk. "I think you're going to need a bit more than that." She shot him a questioning look. "Come on I'll explain on the way." "On the way where?" "Booth!" she complained as he led her out of the room with a firm hand on her lower back.
In the car a very impatient Brennan was demanding answers. Booth tossed her a file. "This is the fourth couple so far this year that's been found," he explained. "It's the same every time- young couple goes and gets married and then bam! That night they are killed, same M.O. every time, but no solid evidence ever linking anyone to the crime." "The bastard is a pure Houdini." "I don't know what that means," Brennan replied flatly. Booth chuckled, "Of course not," he said shaking his head. "All of the victims do have one thing in common though: They all got married in Lost Springs, some resort in California, and they were all killed the very night of their wedding." "We figure the murderer crashes the wedding, follows the couple to their hotel room, kills them , and sneaks away not leaving behind one single piece of evidence.
Booth pulled up to Brennan's apartment. "Pack your bags Bones, we're going to California." "Well you will have to give me time to get in contact with Cam and have her send the tools I'll need to examine the bodies and I should probably see if Hodgins could come in for a short time on Saturday to review any particulates I send back to the Jeffersonian. It would also be a good idea to call Angela to inform her she'll be needing to do a facial reconstruction and "Bones!" Booth finally had to stop her even though to be perfectly honest it was cute listening to her ramble on and besides that he wasn't sure how she would take what he had to say next. "We're not going to California so you can examine remains," he told her. "Excuse me?" she asked sounding confused and more than a little annoyed. Why else would they be going? "We're going undercover."
"So let me get this straight," Brennan started "We're going to California, having a fake wedding, then going to the hotel room to wait for the murderer to arrive…" she said incredulously "And we jump out and catch him before he ever knew what was coming," Booth finished for her. "You know, I do have a very important job to do and I cannot simply be jumping on a plane at the FBI's every beck and call," she said sounding annoyed again, but secretly she was excited at the prospect of going undercover with Booth. He shot her a disparaging look. "What are our names?" she asked, letting some of that excitement color her tone as she changed the subject. It's not like she ever got her away regarding these issues anyway. "I'm Charlie Anderson your Sarah Riley, soon to be Sarah Anderson," he told her and gave her a wink. He knew the name thing would bother her. "Booth, a woman taking a man's last name is an antiquated ritual not to mention entirely sexist." "Okay whatever you say…..Mrs. Anderson." He gave her a brilliant Booth smile to make up for teasing her; her breathing hitched.
By the time they pulled into the airport parking lot it was 8:03pm. Their flight was set to leave at 9:45pm and they were due to arrive in California at 12:45 am (a six hour plane ride and subtract three hours due to the time difference.) They were cutting it extremely close and by the time they parked the car it was just about torrential down pouring outside. "Fantastic," Booth muttered sarcastically glaring up at the sky as if he could will it to stop raining.
Booth felt like strangling the young and quite flustered gate agent who informed Booth and Brennan that their flight was in fact cancelled due to an inclement in weather making for unsafe runways. "You should call the reservations department I'm sure they can get you on the first flight out tomorrow," the young man suggested sounding desperate. Booth just glowered down at the boy, unblinking. "Booth," Brennan said quietly and rested a reassuring hand on his strong arm. And for the first time that night she realized that the rain had left her partners shirt clinging to his muscles in a very appealing way…snap out of it she had to remind herself. They moved away from the counter. "I'm sure we can find an available hotel in the area and then we will be on our way to California first thing tomorrow morning, it will be fine," she promised. "Right, I guess I'm just feeling a bit tired," he said, but the words seemed to stick in his throat as he took notice of the fact that his partners white shirt had been made completely see-through in the rain. He had to remind himself to breathe. "Booth, why are you looking at me like that?" "Huh? Oh uh nothing" Wait a minute did she just blush? Maybe she wasn't as entirely clueless as she let on. Nevertheless, he hoped to God she hadn't heard any of the thoughts running through his head at the moment as he was sure if she could he wouldn't walk right for quite some time.
"What do you mean you only have one room available!" Booth just about shouted scaring another helpless employee for the second time that night. "Well does it at least have two beds?" Brennan piqued in. "Um no, I'm sorry Miss," the boy almost seemed scared of the answer he had to give."Dr., It's Dr. Temperence Brennan,"Booth growled. Brennan shoved in front of him. "We'll take it, it's fine," Brennan said and slammed down her credit card before Booth had a chance to protest. "Are you sure Bones?" Booth's voice was taking on a hint of desperation. He was not sure how well he could handle himself in a bed with Bones and avoid inappropriate actions such as grabbing her, kissing her, ripping off her clothes and…..woah he needed to get control of himself. "Booth, we have shared a bed before and logically speaking we are both in need of rest as I'm sure tomorrow will be a quite a long day for the both of us."Truthfully, though Brennan's stomach was flipping at the thought of spending the night with Booth especially due to the way she had began to feel about him as of late-completely irrational she reminded herself. "That's the truth," Booth replied, but as he stood with his partner facing the tiny bed that they would have to share he could only seem to think about the long night they had ahead of them.