"Something bothering you?" he asks her as they sit at the diner.
"No," she lies.
"You sure?"
"Yes," she answers without making eye contact.
"So you have some vacation time coming up right?"
She nods.
"So what are you going to do?"
"I haven't decided yet,"
"You don't have a plan?"
"I do things without plans,"
"When?"
"Sometimes," she answers defensively.
"You've never done anything spontaneous in your entire life,"
"Go home,"
"What?" he asks in confusion.
"Go home and get packed,"
"Why?"
"Just do it," she demands.
"What am I packing for?"
"I'm being spontaneous," she answers.
"So after I go home and get packed where are we going?"
"Meet me at Dulles in an hour and a half," she answers him.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Are you questioning my spontaneity?"
"No I'm questioning you motives,"
"What motives?" she taunts.
"Should I bring my passport?"
"It wouldn't hurt," she tells him.
He meets her in the airport exactly an hour and a half later. She grabs his bag before he can protest. She has it checked and then returns to him. She leads him through security. After clearing security she leads him to their terminal. He sits down next to her.
"Gum?" she questions.
"Where are you taking me?"
"I can't tell you that,"
"Why not?"
"It would ruin it,"
"Ruin what?"
"The surprise,"
"I said spontaneous not surprise,"
"I'm not telling you,"
"Give me a hint,"
"It's a place that we've gone before,"
"Aurora?"
"I want to be as far away from potential cannibals as possible,"
"Did you grumble about going?"
"Of course. I always grumble when you drag me across the country on a moment's notice,"
"Grumbling isn't very becoming you know,"
"I don't care,"
"Can I have that piece of gum now?"
"I don't know," she answers.
"Bones quit being difficult," he demands.
She hands him a stick of gum.
"Are we going to the desert?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I don't like the desert,"
"We are going somewhere that has everything that you like,"
He looks at her peculiarly.
"I'm not telling you any more," she puts her foot down.
"You know that I'll find out when they call our flight right?"
"We're taking a private jet,"
"What?" he furrows his brow.
"I borrowed it,"
"From who?"
"Hodgins let me use his,"
"He's got a jet?"
"Just a little one,"
"So then what are we waiting on?"
"They're just inspecting the plane before we leave,"
"So where did my bag go?"
"It's on the plane,"
"Does the pilot know where we're going?"
"I would certainly hope so,"
"If I..."
"He won't tell you. No one is going to tell you,"
"How long is the flight?"
"Do I look like a pilot?"
"No you're an anthropologist, but you..."
"I can't predict that,"
"How many miles is it?"
"I'm not going to tell you,"
"Fine," he huffs.
An older gentleman approaches them.
"Miss Brennan are you ready?" he smiles.
She nods. Booth follows her onto the runway. They get into a shiny silver plane and he takes a seat.
Hours later they're playing cards when the pilot announces that they are beginning their final descent. Seeley moves to the window. Nearly fifteen minutes later he turns to his partner with bright eyes.
"You brought me to Las Vegas?"
"Yes,"
"Why?"
"I wanted you to lapse back into gambling,"
"Seriously Temperance," he huffs.
"I thought that we could get married,"
"Bones be serious. You're not a comedienne,"
"I enjoyed being in Las Vegas with you and I thought that we could explore the city if there weren't any bodies involved,"
"You just want to get to go undercover again,"
"Not true,"
"You didn't enjoy being Roxy?"
"I never said that,"
"See I knew that you enjoyed being my significant other," he jokes.
"Oh yeah I'm sure that was it," she rolls her eyes.
"What made you decide to listen to me?"
"I've decided to be more carefree,"
"Ha,"
"I'm serious,"
"Why?"
"I don't know," she lies through her teeth.
"Uh huh," he rolls his eyes.
"I hope that you're ok with getting up early tomorrow,"
"Why? Are you going to make me hike the Sierra Nevada's?"
"No. It's a surprise," she smirks.
"I don't know if you are aware of this, but I really hate surprises,"
"Why?" she asks as they make their way to the runway.
"Because I like to be in control,"
"I'll let you drive," she smirks.
"Let me?"
"I won't argue with you,"
"I'll believe it when I see it,"
"Ok," she smiles.
They get off the plane and collect their belongings. They rent a car and Temperance hops into the passenger's seat without a word.
"This is a first,"
"There is a first time for everything,"
"Is there?"
She nods definitively.
He parks the car at the hotel. He carries her bags for her. They check in and take the elevator to their adjoining room. He throws her bags on her bed, and goes into his room.
"Are you hungry?" he questions.
"Not particularly," she answers.
"I'm taking you to eat,"
"Fine," she rolls her eyes as he disappears through the door that joins the two rooms. She unzips her suit case and pulls out a bottle of ibuprofen. She swallows two, and then wanders into the bathroom. When she gets out she finds Seeley sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Ready?" he questions.
"Can't we just order in?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm tired,"
"No Bones we have to go out,"
"Fine," she rolls her eyes, "But I'm not changing," she stipulates.