Lilly + can of Coke + avoiding studying for exams + being mad at Boyfriend + Ocean's Eleven DVD this story.
see? I don't need to study for my exams. I'm already good at math.
Title: Sin City
Rating: M for language and some smut later on. This is mature, kiddies.
Spoilers: Alright, I think this is set in July after the season two finale. I don't really know. I'm kinda making it up as I go along.
Summary: A killer is loose on the streets of Vegas. Seemingly random victims wind up dead all over America's Playground, and Booth and Bones are called in to check him out. Their search leads them to the underground world of card counting, loan sharks, fight clubs, and a notorious Las Vegas heist. They meet Danny Ocean and gang, who help them catch the bad guy, but not without some laughs and dangers along the way.
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Chapter One
-Viva Las Vegas-
"Bones, pack your bags!" Booth practically ran into Brennan's office, obviously really excited about the file in his hand. Brennan looked up quizzically from her computer.
"Where are we going?" Booth's smile grew even bigger.
"You might want to dig out that dress again, Roxie." Brennan's eyes grew wide.
"We're going to Vegas again?" Booth nodded, practically bouncing up and down in his seat across from her.
"Random bodies have been showing up all over the city. The FBI team there came to a dead end until about two days ago, when some skeletal remains were found on the outskirts of the city. They need you to identify them and then we're gonna find us a serial killer."
"When are we supposed to leave? How long are we going to be gone for?"
"This afternoon. And as long as it takes to nab the guy. It could be a few days or even a month. You never know in Sin City, Bones." His smile grew even bigger as her face contorted into a frown.
"I can't just leave everything at the drop of a glove, Booth."
"Drop of a hat, Bones, drop of a HAT."
"Not important. Matter at hand."
"C'mon Bones. You get to catch the baddie like we normally do, and you get to spend time with me in Las Vegas. It's like a vacation, only with more killing!" Booth seemed genuinely excited about this, so Brennan sighed in resignation.
"Fine. I'll meet you at Reagan International at?"
"Our flight's at 3 PM. Don't be late." Brennan nodded and Booth left her office. She sighed. It was eleven now. She had 4 hours to pack her bags and get on the road. She'd have to get help from Angela.
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"Sweetie please tell me you're not actually bringing this." Angela held up a long sleeved, blue, stuffy looking, blouse.
"Ange, it'ssensible for work. This isn't a vacation you know. I have a killer to catch."
"Yeah, but you can look hot while doing it. Booth will go nuts. Or if he doesn't come to his senses, I'm sure there's a lot of sexy Vegas men lookin' for a little summer lovin'."
"Fine, Ange. Do what you want. But please remember I DO have a job there." Angela rolled her eyes and headed to Brennan's closet. She pulled out the Roxie dress and smiled.
"You wore this last time?" Brennan smiled and put it in the bag. Angela picked out more items of clothing until the bag was full. Thankfully she had packed sensible clothes as well as 'sexy' outfits.
"Well my darling BFF, I guess we shall say goodbye." Angela said, putting her hands on her hips as Brennan zipped up her suitcase.
"I'll make sure I update you on the case at least weekly if not daily. And I'll tell you about any men I see." Angela smiled.
"But only for you, sweetie. I'm a one man kind of girl." Angela smiled again and hugged her friend.
"You make sure to call or email. I'm gonna miss you in boring old DC." Brennan nodded, and with that, they parted ways and Brennan was off to the airport.
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Booth was waiting at the terminal for his partner with suitcase in hand. He was tapping his foot impatiently and looking down at his watch every few minutes. He was afraid she was going to miss the flight.
"Last call for flight 237 to Vegas. Now boarding." The speakers blared at him and Booth was just about to give up hope when she came running towards him, nearly crashing into his chest.
"Sorry I'm late! I had to pick up a few things from the lab."
"It's okay, let's just get on the plane before we miss it." They walked to the plane and boarded. They glanced at their tickets and found they were in first class.
"Wow. FBI wasn't stingy." She commented, and Booth whispered in her ear.
"This is a VERY high profile case. City officials in Vegas want to keep this hush-hush 'cause it's tourist season and all. Generally dead bodies don't really attract people to vacation there." Brennan only nodded and strapped herself into her seat.
About five minutes later the pilot was announcing that they were about to take off. The plane started to rise and Brennan clung to Booth's arm.
"Oh that's right, you're afraid of flying, right?" She grimaced.
"Bad experiences as a child. It's alright though, I took some Drammamine earlier." She said through a yawn.
"Doesn't that stuff make you..." Booth was cut off as Brennan's head landed on his shoulder and her breathing steadied. She was asleep. He glanced down and her face looked so peaceful and her hair was splayed out all around her head like a halo, he could've sworn she was an angel. He kissed the top of her head and turned to the screen in front of him and selected "Fight Club" and settled down to watch it in peace.
After the movie was over and he'd had his fill of Tyler Durden wreaking havoc across the country, he looked down at his partner... a move that didn't turn out to be very smart.
Her white blouse wasn't buttoned all the way to the top, and since she was leaning on Booth's shoulders the top had opened so Booth had a clear view of her breasts spilling over the top of her white lace bra. Her navy blue pencil skirt had ridden up as she squirmed around in her sleep so it was dangerously high up her leg, giving him a look at her milky thighs. Her face remained the same, still peaceful as ever. A thousand incredibly dirty images ran through his head. Some involving those long smooth legs wrapped around him and that pretty little mouth exploring his own as she cried out in pleasure.
Booth felt his pants tighten and gulped. He put a magazine over his 'problem area' and beckoned the steward over.
"What sort of alcohol do you have on this plane?"
Oh yeah. This was going to be a long case.
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Oh, and I promise I'll introduce the Ocean's crew in the next chapter. I just needed to start off the story.