Chapter 1 – Yanks in the U.K. Part 1 & 2

Brennan had been speaking in front of a class at Oxford University while Booth was in the audience (sleeping) listening with his eyes closed. "In closing my lecture on interstitial lammellae remodeling, I'd like to address some issues that are not strictly confined to forensic anthropology. If it's alright with my host, Dr. Wexler."

Dr. Ian Wexler smiled at her as he said, "Well, yes, I should think that all the most joyless wonks, and yes I do refer to you, Cyril Bibby – would, uh, embrace the diversion from haversian systems."

Brennan nodded her thanks as she said, "My partner, FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth, gave his lecture at Scotland Yard last night. Agent Booth, could you please stand up?" Brennan looked at her husband – sleeping! – and she sighed in exasperation. She yelled out, "Hey, Booth!"

Booth snapped awake to attention then. "Yeah, I'm here. What's up?" He stood up slowly as the fogginess left his head.

Brennan gave him a look before she continued, "Agent Booth is the intuitive humanist while I am the logical empiricist although recently I have seen how destructive pure logic can be. My own assistant, the most brilliant young man I've ever met…"

Booth finished for her, "…ended up, uh, a side-kick to a cannibalistic serial killer."

Brennan pursed her lips in exasperation. "I – I haven't invited you to join me, Booth, so you can take your seat." Booth knew when he was in trouble and that was now. So he wasn't going to press his luck. As he took a seat Brennan went on, "What I've learned from Agent Booth is that we scientists must arm ourselves with something other than pure logic."

Wexler nodded his head as he said, "Quality which deflects us from an irrational enamoration for the rational."

Brennan looked at him, surprised he got it. "Exactly."

~BONES~

They were just walking out of the University when Booth asked, "How old is that guy?" He had seen how the professor had been looking at Brennan and his nostrils flared in anger at that.

Brennan, for her part, hadn't noticed at all Wexler's efforts of flirtation. "What, Ian? He's a year younger than I am and almost as brilliant. What do you think of my speech?"

Booth took in a deep breath as he tried to think of the right thing to say. "Well, it got, ya know, better towards the end."

Brennan gave him a deadpan look, "You mean after you interrupted me."

Booth apologized. "I'm sorry. Look, It wasn't that I was bored, mostly, it was just that I was tired, okay? The boobies took me out for a beer last night…"

Brennan corrected, "Bobbies, they're called Bobbies."

Booth snorted as he joked, "I'm pretty sure that Sara, Pauline and Jacqueline are, ya know, Boobies." She shook her head and laughed at him before he explained, "I knew that you were already asleep by the time I was finished and I didn't want to wake you because I couldn't remember where we were staying. So I just crashed at this real cheap motel last. Which makes you stay two nights! Can you believe that?"

Wexler however came running up behind then calling out, "Dr. Brennan! Dr. Brennan." Brennan turned around as he stopped in front of them and flattered, "What a wonder lecture: Fantastic. Sublime. Great!"

Brennan nodded her thanks. "Thank you, Dr. Wexler."

Wexler said – to Booth's ire – flirtatiously, "Who knew a shapeless robe could be so evocative – of academia I mean, of course." He then looked at Booth and said cheerily, "Just one moment with my colleague, please, Agent Booth."

Brennan did take notice of that flirtation however as she and Wexler walked a bit away as Booth leaned on the wall, watching them. Brennan looked over at her husband – noticing his tense stance and strained muscles – before she turned to back to Wexler and said, "Um, over the last few days, I have been warned – many times – to watch out for you."

Wexler looked at her innocently, "Warned? That sounds dangerous." His phone started to ring, but he continued to ignore it. "Was it something along the lines of 'Oh, look out for Ian Wexler. He's a young genius on the rise?'"

Brennan looked at him and laughed slightly. The man was incorrigible. "How can you flirt with me while ignoring your phone?"

Wexler smiled widely at her as he continued to flirt, "Well, I am a man of perspective. Besides, I find if one ignores the thing long enough, generally it stops ringing. And then later, at my leisure, it will tell me what it wanted." He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and answered, "Dr. Ian Wexler." He noticed that Brennan started to walk back to Booth and he told her, "Oh, don't leave, this is nothing." He then started to talk back into the phone, "Murder? What kind of murder? Well, is it a boring one or is it a violent one?" Wexler asked Brennan, "Is your interest piqued?"

Brennan looked at the man in shock. "Wha- are you being serious?"

Wexler smiled as he caught Brennan's interest. "I'm going to pass you over to a colleague of mine. I'd simply like you to state the origin of this call. Thank you."

He put the phone up to Brennan's ear and she said intrigued, "Scotland Yard? Homicide."

Wexler took the phone and said goodbye, "Cheers." Wexler smiled at Brennan again, "Well, would you like to tag along? It is murder. Can't promise anything but it is possible a famous heiress is involved."

Brennan couldn't deny the fact that she was definitely interested. "I'm keen as ketchup."

Wexler laughed slightly as he said, "Mustard. Keen as mustard. Excellent effort at the colloquialism, though. Very impressive. Does your cowboy want to tag along?" Wexler looked at Booth who waved slightly at them.

Brennan was surprised that Booth stayed over there so long. For, if she could tell Wexler was flirting with her, Brennan knew that Booth definitely could see it. But just thinking about what Wexler just called him made her laugh, "Oh, please, don't call him that."

Wexler asked, "He'd find it insulting?"

Brennan shook her head as she said, "No. He'd love it."

~BONES~

Wexler looked down at the file in his hand and read aloud, "Portia Frampton, only daughter of Roger Frampton, 47, formerly of Ringwood, New Jersey and Sarah Frampton nee Burroughs, deceased 1994 of Cheltenham, England."

Booth grimaced as his stomach acted up on him again. He was so happy that last night was the last time he had to stay at that motel. "God, you wouldn't believe what my hotel gave me for breakfast. It was like this brown goo and some kind of meat. I think it was a sausage about the size of my finger."

Brennan looked down at his fifth phalanx and then back up at him. She didn't understand why he insisted on stay at that horrid motel. "I had an entire buffet."

Booth sighed as he said, "Well, you're staying at the Duke of something, alright?" He still couldn't remember the name. "I'm at the Beefeater Hotel Motel."

Pritch asked in disbelief, "You ate at a Beefeater? That's brave."

Booth snorted, "Yeah, brave is right." He then took a sip of his 'coffee'. "This is the weakest coffee I've ever had."

Brennan smiled at Booth as she tapped his arm and whispered, "Booth, that's tea." Booth looked down at the tea and grimaced slightly before he threw the rest of the contents in the river.

Pritch stifled her own laugh as she told them, "Okay, two weeks ago, Miss Frampton was last seen leaving her home the morning after her 21st birthday party."

Booth knew that the professor didn't do it, but he couldn't help but jibe at the man. After all he was hitting on his wife. "That's quite a coincidence that Dr. Wexler is working for the victim's father."

Wexler raised a brow as he said, "Well, not working for him, actually, working for the city but I shall check my diary to see if I killed her."

Pritch continued on as if the two boys hadn't said anything. "Portia's party broke up around 2am and she was reported missing the following afternoon."

Booth pursed his lips as he thought aloud, "Hmm. The question is – why?"

Wexler looked at the man and then back at Brennan, wondering what she was doing with such a…lower-minded person. He sarcastically said, "She was probably reported missing because nobody could find her."

Pritch tried to warn the man, "Ian..."

But Wexler kept going. "And I suspect the reason why nobody could find her was because Portia was in a car on the bottom of the River Thames. Just a theory, mind you."

Booth stood to his full height as he said tightly, "Right, it's a great theory." He then handed Wexler his cup and said, "Can you hold onto that for one second? Thanks." He stepped closer to Brennan as he told the Brits, "Me and uh, Dr. Brennan will go talk to the family."

Pritch asked, "Together?"

Booth and Brennan looked at each other and then back at Pritch before smiling and saying in unison, "That's what we do."

Wexler looked at Brennan as he said, "You, an inspector? That's extraordinary."

Pritch looked at the couple and said, "Sweet." Booth smiled at that. It wasn't unheard of for partners to go out onto the field together. Of course, they were in Britain. Everything was different here. They drank tea instead of coffee!

~BONES~

Booth, Brennan and Pritch were in their rented car driving through the city. Brennan still was shocked at the car they received from the rental place. And of course, even with her name being thrown in, they wouldn't exchange it. Still Booth never explained to her why he rented this small car, "Why did you rent this?"

Booth sighed in aggravation. "I didn't rent this, okay? They screwed up at the rent-a-car place. I ordered an Aston. You know, James Bond? But they gave me…"

Pritch nodded as she said, "Yeah, they gave you an Austin. It could happen to anyone. Um...we drive on the left here, as you may recall."

Brennan watched as Booth swerved into the left lane again. She clutched the door handle as she said, "Driving here requires a different skill set. I – I could take the wheel, if you like. I'm an excellent driver."

Booth shook his head as he said, "Thank you, Rain Man. No, I'm fine." He swerved one more time before he told Pritch, "Tell you what, back home, we'd drag the whole Royal Family into interrogation, separately, let 'em stew, catch 'em in a lie."

Pritch raised a brow before she told them, "Well we could do that, if you like, but it'll give them time to close up. Do stay to the left here, please."

Brennan looked back at her and asked, "Close up?"

Pritch nodded, "Tighten ranks. Nothing is as impenetrable as the aristocracy freezing out hoi polloi interlopers. I must say, I'm rather looking forward to two Americans beating the lion in his den." Then she noticed that Booth was going to turn, "Oh, the light is red."

Booth waved that off. "It's okay. I'm turning right."

Brennan shook her head as she tried to explain, "No, no, turning right on a red here is the equivalent of turning left into the wrong lane on a red at home."

Booth looked at her as if she were speaking another language. "That makes no sense."

Brennan murmured under her breath as Booth turned soundly in to oncoming traffic, "Uh oh."

Pritch yelled, "No, the point is it's against the law to turn on a red! Brake! Brake!" Brennan started to scream a little as Pritch yelled one last time, "Brake!"

Brennan opened her eyes as she saw that they were all still alive. She took a calming breath in before she said evenly, "Okay, I think we should wait here until the traffic thins out."

Booth looked at her, took in a deep breath, got out of the car, and started to yell in aggravation, "God, I hate London! I hate England! I'm glad we had a revolution! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Brennan heard her cell phone ringing and answered it, allowing Booth to have his moment. "Brennan."

She heard Booth yell, 'And the weather it changes, it's cloudy...' as Cam told her, "The fatty acid composition of the victim's cervical fluid caught my attention, so I ran some more tests. Turns out Portia Frampton was pregnant."

Brennan hadn't been expecting that. "Pregnant? How far along?"

Booth yelled even louder, "And coffee! What is so hard about making a cup of black coffeeeeeeeee!"

Cam heard that as she said hesitantly, "About two months."

Brennan nodded as she said, "Okay. Thanks, Cam."

As Booth got back into the car, Brennan sighed in relief. Maybe now they could make some progress. "Okay, I feel much better. What'd I miss?" Yep, Brennan was right. He just needed to let some of his anger out – knowing full well that some of that had to do with Wexler.

~BONES~

Brennan had just finished talking with Clark as she looked at Wexler and asked, "So... what now?"

Wexler smiled at her as he said, "Well, I thought quick drink, back to yours for some sex, and then out for a late supper."

Brennan smiled at him as she shook her head, "I would be inclined to accept…"

Wexler smiled at her as he cut her off, "I'm ever so pleased."

Brennan finished, "But I can't."

Wexler looked at her with puppy dog eyes, "And why is that?"

Brennan looked at Wexler, debating if she should tell the man or not. "Well, I'm formally engaged in a monogamous relationship. Plus Booth says you like to rack 'em up."

Wexler took offense to that. "Rack 'em up? How vulgar."

Brennan shrugged as she told him honestly, "Booth is very good at reading people."

Wexler looked at her, deciding that one was never off limits. "Hmm. Well, in that case, how about we start with the supper, and then let the chips fall where they may?"

Brennan narrowed her eyes, before she agreed. "That would be an acceptable compromise." Because she knew exactly where the chips were going to fall.

~BONES~

Booth was attempting to parallel park and not doing such a good job at it as Brennan tried to help him, "Well, you should look over your other shoulder."

Booth hated London. Hated it. "Bones, I've been driving since I was 12, okay?"

Brennan tried to point out something positive. "Would it make you less agitated if I told you that I didn't sleep with Dr. Wexler last night even though he wanted me to?"

Booth almost (almost) slammed on the breaks after hearing that. He took in a deep breath before he said, "Okay, look. I'm not agitated about that, okay? I'm agitated because of driving this little car, that's all." He tried to think of the right way to put this. "Look, Wexler is just… I'm not agitated because of you and Dr. Wexler. Wexler's just another guy looking for a one-night stand. That's it. Whoa."

Brennan was confused by that. "So?"

Booth sighed as he tried to explain further, "So, he doesn't take it seriously."

Brennan still didn't understand that. "Seriously? What do you mean? You laugh during sex. I do too." She then saw a truck driving past as Booth pulled out, "Whoa, do you see that lorry?"

Booth slammed on the brakes as he yelled, "I see that lorry. It's a truck, okay? We're an American, and that is a truck." He pulled back a little as he told her, "And I know laugh during sex. It's just, it's not that kind of serious."

Brennan snorted as she joked slightly, "Well, I think Dr. Wexler is serious about having sex with me. Very interested."

Booth sighed in aggravation (for having to park the toy car and because of Wexler). "Okay, news bulletin for ya, Bones. There's not a guy in this country who wouldn't want to have sex with you. Probably half the gay men...whoa, easy."

Brennan looked at Booth, surprised that he would say that. "Are you being nice about me or awful about British men?"

Booth stopped everything he was doing, took in a deep breath and then told her seriously, "Wexler is not special; you are."

Brennan smiled gently at him as her phone started to ring. She answered, "Brennan."

Cam heard Brennan's distracted tone and asked, "Am I interrupting anything?"

Brennan shook her head, "No, I... I'm just helping Booth drive."

Cam knew that wasn't a good idea, "Ooh, Booth shouldn't be behind the wheel. He isn't adaptable."

Booth shot back, "I'm Mr. Adaptable, okay? And the mirror is the size of a thumbnail."

Brennan said, "Well, what do you expect when you rent a car the size of your thumb?"

Cam smiled as she shook her head. "I don't think there's enough fetal tissue to get a DNA reading, but..."

Booth asked as he tried to concentrate, "Cam, can we just be quiet until we get into the flow of traffic here?"

Brennan finally got up the never to ask – forgetting that Cam was listening, "You think I'm special?"

Booth couldn't she'd ask that. "Of course I think that you're special, yes."

Brennan smiled at him as she said, "Thank you." That's when she remembered the phone in her hand. She added hurriedly, "I will take your romantic advice under advisement. Now you're too far to the left." They really needed to talk about when they were going to tell everyone about their marriage.

~BONES~

Booth, Brennan and Wexler were sitting at a table having drinks after closing the case. Booth still couldn't beat the irony of the whole thing. "Come on, you mean to tell me that neither one of you get the weirdness of this. All right, the butler did it. It was the butler!"

Wexler told him, "Inspector Pritchard will be hours in the interrogation room but the fact is we'll never really know for certain."

Brennan translated that. "You mean he might just be protecting the duke?"

Wexler nodded, "It's utterly conceivable, yes." He then got up to leave but said to Brennan, "Well, I thought I might try and entice you back to Oxford with me tonight."

Booth finally snapped. "You know I do have a gun in England, and I really have been dying to use it."

Brennan placed her hand on his arm as she told him, "I'll handle this."

As they started to walk away Booth yelled, "You know, it's a James Bond gun. It's a Walther PPK, by the way."

Brennan smiled at the professor. "Ian, I think you're a lot of fun."

Wexler sighed, "Oh, hell's bells and buckets. I think I know where this is going."

Brennan told him honestly, "It would upset Booth if I slept with you."

Wexler tried one more time, "You see, rationally speaking, if you were to have someone operate on your brain, for example, you would want a surgeon who's done the procedure many hundreds of times. You know, someone who's absolutely at the top of their game. I don't really see why sex should be any different."

Brennan agreed with that. "Rationally speaking, you're absolutely right."

Wexler took that as an agreement and said cheerily, "Good. Then, we're settled. Off we go." He called out to Booth, "Look out for the bridge opening, they say it's good luck." He then joked with Brennan, "That should keep him occupied for hours."

Brennan shook her head as she told him, "Common sense says you don't offend your partner for an hour of fun."

Wexler straightened his jacket as he told her, "An hour. What? One hour? You underestimate me, Dr. Brennan." But she just smiled at him before she leaned in a kissed him softly on the cheek. He sighed. "This is absolutely the dregs, isn't it? I'll call you again before you leave. Who knows? You could be in a more rational frame of mind."

Ian walked away as Brennan turned around to look at Booth. She walked over to him slowly, seeing how he was still tense. She gave him a look as she sat down, which prompted him to say, "Why are you looking at me like that? I'm just here to help you pick out a guy, you know." He tried that joke and it failed completely. He shook his head and said, "Never mind. I'm just here to bring a little luck."

Brennan grabbed her drink and told him, "I don't believe in luck."

Booth still didn't get how she didn't believe in it. "What do you mean, you don't believe in luck? Okay, well, how do you explain when good things happen out of nowhere?"

Brennan pursed her lips before she asked, "Define 'good things'."

Booth tried to explain, "You know, good things. Money in the bank. Uh, hey, Doris Day parking, a big piece of…"

Brennan interrupted, "What's Doris Day parking?"

Booth would explain that later, "A big piece of the pie, that's good luck."

Brennan shook her head, "I call that a solipsistic perceptual response to the random nature of the Universe."

Booth waved that off, "Well, tomato, potato. Call it what you want. You know what? It's still luck."

Brennan laughed as she shook her head, "You are lucky I understand you when you say things that make no sense."

Booth smiled triumphantly as he pointed out, "See, you just agreed with me that it was luck. You just agreed, right there, so I'll take that."

Brennan held back her laughter as she smiled at him and said, "I did not agree!"

~BONES~

Brennan and Booth were loading all of Brennan's bags into a cab. She had a couple suitcases when they arrived, but now had tons of present bags. Booth grabbed her suitcases and placed them in the taxi as he asked, "So Wexler still hasn't called you, huh?"

Brennan told him, "Ian is the top forensic anthropologist in England. He's a very busy man, Booth."

Booth snorted at that. "Busy trying to get you into bed for the past two weeks. The least he can do is call…" Any self-respecting man would do that. "God, we're gonna need another cab just for all your stuff."

Brennan shrugged as she placed some of her presents in the cab. "I was given lots of presents by the students at Oxford."

Brennan went to grab another present but Booth rushed over to her. "No, no, no, no, no! Don't touch that one."

Booth handed her her presents as she asked, "Why? What is it?"

Booth smiled widely as he grabbed his present and started to take it out. "Why? Because your students gave you your gifts, and the cops at Scotland Yard gave me a little something-something for their appreciation. Huh?"

Brennan looked at the toy and asked confused, "What is that?"

Booth said in a British accent, "It's a bobblehead Bobby." Booth began to shake it and

shook his own head as well.

Brennan asked confused, "That's all you got?" Surely they could see the import of his own lecture.

Booth looked at it and said defensively, "Well it's a real nice one. Look." Booth then saw the bellman bring over more of Brennan's bags. "Oh. What is this now, the queen's jewels?"

Brennan said, "Well, the bellman will help."

Booth snorted softly at that, "No. He's better dressed than I've ever been. He'll get all dirty. I gotta tell you. You know what? There's no rule saying you can't call him." Booth brought his present and army duffle to the cab, "Although I gotta tell you, a guy who doesn't wanna talk to you just because you decide not to have sex with him, he can't be that great."

Brennan came out of the cab and asked confused, "What? In bed?"

Booth looked heavenward as he shook his head. "No. A great guy."

Brennan then said honestly, "Oh, because I think Ian would be great in bed."

Booth definitely didn't need to hear that. "Okay, next." He then yelled at the bellman, "Alright, hey pal, how about a little help? I gotta get to the airport. Come on." After a few more minutes of loading the gifts, Brennan was placing the last ones inside the cab as Booth said, "You know, I'm glad to be heading home, but I think America dropped too much of the uh, English stuff back in 1776."

Booth handed her the last two gifts as she asked, "Like what?"

Booth said, "You know, like, uh, royalty."

Brennan shook her head. "Meaningless title. No real power."

Booth looked at her and asked, "What, you never wanted to be a princess when you were a kid?"

Brennan shook her head, "No."

Booth asked teasingly, "Even now-a castle, the moats, knights in shining armor." She still shook heard head, causing Booth to laugh a little. He leaned in a kissed her softly on the lips, tramping her with his body against the cab. He leaned back and told her, "You know what? I risk my life for the United States government every day. I wonder if I can get Congress to pass something like knighthood." Booth reached for his ringing phone as he went on, "Sir Seeley Booth. It just sounds right." He answered his phone, "Booth."

Brennan shook her head as she smoothed her hands down his chest and said, "I get my worth from my intelligence and accomplishments. From actual achievements. I don't need a title." She then noticed how Booth's face dropped as he was listening to his phone. "What—What's wrong?"

Booth hung up his phone and told her quietly, "It's Dr. Wexler." She didn't understand what he was saying.

~BONES~

Booth and Brennan walked onto the docks toward Wexler's team as Brennan asked, "Why are you doing this with me and not Inspector Pritchard?"

Booth shrugged his shoulders, "Oh, come on, Bones. You and me, we're the real deal." After she gave him a look he sighed and told her, "Ah, look. She's having a tough time with this. I would, too you know, if you were killed."

Brennan thought about that and agreed. "Oh, well, I can see that." Especially since she knew from experience. Which reminded her of Sweets and what they had discussed when they arrived in London.

~BONES~

Inspector Pritchard was walking back to her car as Brennan ran to catch up to her. "Inspector Pritchard? I just wanted to…"

Pritch snapped, "Oh, I am not the jealous sort, and you are painfully naïve if you think my sex life was limited to Ian, as I'm sure yours was not."

Brennan stopped and told her honestly, "But I didn't sleep with Ian."

Pritch turned around and looked at her in shock. "You didn't?"

Brennan shook her head, "No."

Pritch asked, "Why not? You obviously fancied each other."

Brennan had to agree with the body's reactions to him. "Yes, I noted several physiological responses to his presence which can only be explained by sexual attraction."

Pritch asked, "So why didn't you sleep with him then?"

Brennan answered automatically, "Because of Booth."

Pritch smiled at that. "Ohhh, you know, I suspected that you two might be more than just partners."

Brennan's eyes widened as she scrambled to cover herself up. "Oh, no. That's incorrect. Booth advised me not to sleep with Ian because Booth didn't want me to be another notch on Ian's bedpost." They really needed to talk about when they were going to let everyone know.

Pritch didn't believe her for one second but went along with it anyway. "See, I rather saw it as climbing Everest. Of course it's been done before but the experience is still breathtaking."

Brennan had to commend the woman. "You have a strong sexual appetite and you're not hamstrung by social moralizing. I can empathize with that."

Pritch smiled at her as they began to walk down the side walk again. "Thank you."

Brennan finally asked, "Well, why didn't you tell us you had a relationship with Wexler?"

Pritch told her honestly, "Because I thought I'd be taken off the case. I mean, if Agent Booth was murdered, wouldn't you do anything in your powers to make sure that you found the killer?"

Brennan had never thought of it like that. Now that did put a kink in the mail. Could that be possible? Would she not be able to help find Booth's killer if, heaven forbid (metaphorically of course), Booth was murdered? That was something to think about. "Yes. But I don't sleep with Booth. Have you withheld any other information?"

Pritch smirked at Brennan's hesitant reply. "Why on earth would I do that?"

Brennan told her, "Because you called a meeting to talk to us, then Clark called to give us cause of death, and then we basically accused you of murder. So while Booth went to get our car, I followed you to your car, and we began discussing mountain climbing and sex with Ian and…"

Pritch laughed, "Yes, thank you, Dr. Brennan. I believe I'm up to date now." She opened her car door and then swung around as she remembered, "Oh! You are absolutely right. I did forget to give you this."

Brennan took the offered letter and opened it. "Hmm. It's a writ of release on Frampton's building site."

Pritch nodded, "The site has been certified as having no historical importance whatsoever. Signed and dates, Dr. Ian Wexler-shortly before his death."

Brennan told her, "This document would be worth millions of dollars to Frampton."

Pritch said, "I suggest that you and Agent Booth ask Mr. Frampton if he forced Ian to sign that before killing him."

Brennan nodded in agreement. "Okay."

Pritch called out as Brennan started to walk away, "Oh. Word to the wise, Dr. Brennan. I'd encourage you not to forego Everest."

Brennan looked at her confused, "Well, it's too late. Ian's dead."

Pritch laughed as she shook her head. "Oh, yes, of course. To whom else would I be referring other than Ian? "

~BONES~

Booth and Brennan were sitting at a long table, finishing up their breakfast. Booth tossed a cube of sugar in his 'tea' and said, "You know, Wexler was kind of like a Robin Hood kind of a character—steal from the rich."

Brennan put on a serious face and joked, "I turned down my chance to sleep with Robin Hood?"

Booth shook his head as he said, "Sometimes you just take the oddest leap." He turned to look at Brennan and saw the tinkle of laughter in her eyes. He chuckled softly as he turned back toward his tea. She was getting better at sarcasm. Booth then saw that Pritch was walking toward them. He called out in an English accent, "Hey, Pritch. Cheerio, mate." He smiled and turned to Brennan, seeing that she was laughing as well.

Pritch shook her head and chuckled. "'Hello' is fine." She picked up a knife and started to say, "On behalf of her Majesty the Queen of England I dub you Sir Seeley Booth, Knight of the Realm." She then placed a ribbon around his neck.

Booth looked down at it and said in awe, "Wow."

Brennan grabbed it and read what it said aloud, "Official Junior Knight."

Booth looked down again and inspected it, "Eh? Look at that. Wait a second. That's from a toy store."

Pritch shrugged and told him seriously, "It doesn't mean you're not Sir Galahad."

Booth knew exactly why she was doing that and said respectfully, "Thanks."

Brennan thought back to how she felt about Booth just a few weeks ago and told Pritch with great compassion, "I'm sorry about Ian."

Pritch was surprised by the emotion in the doctor's voice. She nodded her head as she said softly, "Me too. It was a real honor working with you both."

Booth knew that she was struggling to hold on and he said softly, "Same here." Brennan nodded as well.

Pritch sniffed once before she offered, "If you need a lift to the airport…"

Booth smiled as he said, "Bones, she got us a limo."

Pritch smiled at him. "Of course."

Booth offered though, "But if you're ever in the colonies."

Pritch thought about it for a moment before she inclined her head. "It would be lovely."

Brennan watched her walk away before she slapped Booth gently on his thigh and said playfully, "She likes you."

Booth shook his head, "No."

Brennan nodded as she continued to tease him, "Yes! And she's very sexual."

Booth started to laugh at that, "Enough. It's just…Stop." He looked around at where they were and said, "I'm gonna miss this place. This is definitely not a diner."

Brennan laughed softly at that. But then thought about the last time they delayed. "Come on. We should go before someone else gets killed."

Booth stood up with her and said, "Yeah, you're right. Here we go. Oh!" He stopped and offered her his arm, "My arm?"

Brennan smiled. "Thank you." She slipped her arm through his and said, "Thank you Sir Seeley."

Booth tried to speak in an English accent again, "Ah. Pleasure, Lady Temperance." However it came out Australian.

Brennan laughed softly as she told him, "You sound Australian."

Booth shook his head as he said, "I don't sound Australian." They continued to bicker all the way to their limo.

A/N2: Soooo, I know that there wasn't much difference in this chapter. But it was getting really long by the time I decided I wanted to add some other scenes. So I have good news! Next chapter is going to be a chapter break of their time in London when it wasn't surrounded by murder and mystery. ;) I'm thinking some shopping, dining, dancing, site seeing, etc. It shall be fun. And perhaps Gordon Gordon shall drop by, what do you think about that?