Well I told myself that I would never write a Bones fanfiction, because I'm not that confident in my ability to write about all the scientific "mumbo jumbo" as Booth calls it. But lo and behold, I keep getting these random ideas in my head…and I cant ignore them. So if its good, well great. If its horrible…then forgive me. Haha.

This story is going to take place in California, mainly cause it's where I live, so I know the area. It makes it easier than, say Virginia or something, because I actually know the places. It also occurs after episode 11 of season 2, so spoilers for that episode, I guess.

Chapter 1

"Bones, you're doing it again?" Special Agent Seeley Booth asked exasperatedly as he followed Dr. Temperence Brennan into her office.

"Doing what again?" she asked slowly, preoccupied with the thought of the deadline of her book that was approaching at an alarmingly fast pace.

"This whole…on-line dating thing. I thought you had stopped that after Dick431 or whatever his name was turned out to be a…a," he paused, groping for a word that would not come Brennan rolled her eyes at Booth, and then turned to her computer and pulled up the file that held her latest novel, or part of it at least. "An inconsiderate, jealous bastard?" she supplied for him. "And how did you find out about that?"

"Angela, and I can't believe that you…"

"Booth, is there a reason for you coming here," she interrupted, "or are you just here to harass me about my dating habits. I have a deadline to meet, and a ton of paperwork to do." She finished, never looking up at him. Booth sighed in frustration. This woman was impossible.

"Aw, come on. I'm not allowed to visit my favorite forensic anthropologist from time to time?" he asked her, throwing in his charm smile, as she liked to call it. She glanced up at him. "No." she replied, before turning back to her computer screen. Booth's face fell.

"That hurts, Bones." He told her, half jokingly. It really had hurt him a little bit. She immediately looked up at him, remorse evident in her features. "No, Booth, I'm sorry. I just meant that…well if you just want to annoy me, then no you can't visit me." She suddenly spied the manila folder that he held in his hands. "Do we have a case?" she asked excitedly, all evidence of her frustration and guilt erased from her face. He smiled slightly, and then walked fully into her office.

"Yes, Bones. We have a case. Three bodies were found in Orange County, California near Strands Beach. Their getting rid of the public beach to set up huge ocean front houses, or something like that, so a couple of construction workers found them." She looked at him, confused, but took the file that he handed to her.

"Why is this an FBI matter?" she asked him, while flipping open the folder. She immediately found her answer by the pictures enclosed in the folder. They were children, judging by the size of their sternums. "They're children." She concluded sadly. Booth nodded painfully. Cases that involved children always made him sad. Pushing the fact aside, he clapped his hands.

"Pack your bags, Bones. We're going to the OC." He told her. She looked at him confused. "I don't know what that means. And I can't just leave, I have a dinner date tonight, and a deadline to meet." She told him. He sighed.

"It's short for Orange County. Seriously, Bones, get t.v. And as for Balls88 or whatever this guys penname is, you can reschedule." He told her.

"But, I have a deadline, and don't call him that." she said, as Booth made his way behind her desk and pulled her up, taking off her lab coat. He placed his hands on her shoulders, grabbed her purse, and ushered her out of her office.

"And I believe that you have a laptop. Now go home and pack. I'll pick you up at 7 tonight." He placed her purse in her hands, placed his hand on the small of her back briefly, then turned and walked out of the Jeffersonian, whistling lowly and flipping his poker chip in the air. She smiled slightly, then reached into her purse to call Dan, the man that Booth so nicely named Balls88. Finding her phone, she searched for Dan's number, then pushed send. She made her way to the forensics platform and scanned her ID to let herself in.

"This is Dan." The man on the phone answered.

"Dan, hi. It's Temperance." She said. "Listen," she started, getting straight to the point, "I have to go to California tonight. A case just came up, so do you think we can reschedule dinner?" she asked him. Dan laughed, and Brennan frowned. What was so funny about going to California?

"Wait, you're going to California?" her best friend, Angela Montenegro asked her. Brennan nodded and returned to the conversation with Dan. Angela squealed.

"What's so funny?" she asked him.

"It's just, I'm going to California tomorrow evening. Maybe we could meet up, and have our dinner then. Where in California are you going to?" he asked her.

"Orange County." She told him. Angela squealed even louder. "Oh my gosh, Bren, you're going to the OC?" she asked excitedly. Brennan glared at her.

"Well, I'm going to Los Angelas. About an hour and a half drive. Lets have dinner Wednesday night?" Dan said. Brennan found herself rolling her eyes in annoyance. He seemed to be a bit clingy.

"I don't know. I'll probably be really busy with the case and everything." She ignored Angela, who was making a verbal list of what she would need.

"You gotta eat though." He told her, and she found herself giving in.

"Alright. But hey, I have to go and pack. Talk to you later." And she hung up the phone.

"And short skirts, and flip flops, and like five bikinis, and, wow Bren. I'm so jealous." Angela said, with a dreamy look in her eyes. She smirked. "And you get to be there with Mr. hot FBI agent Booth. You better do stuff that I would do." She said wickedly. Cam, who was nearby working with the now Dr. Addy, looked up and watched the two.

"Wait, you're going to California?" she asked, just now caring about it since she was going with Booth. Cam knew that Booth had feelings for Brennan, and by the look of it, the feelings were not one sided. She had watched them through the glass of the diner, and when it looked like they were about to kiss, sent Zack to get them. She didn't want to lose Booth again, and this trip might just end it for her and Booth.

"Yea, there's a case, so we'll probably be sending some bodies to you guys to analyze.

"Have a nice trip, Dr. Brennan." Zach said, staring intently at the skeleton found from the Ice Age. A beeping noise signaled the arrival of Hodgins. "Ooh, where are you going?" he asked her.

"Orange County. I'll update you guys while I'm down there." She said, waving bye. She then left. Cam sighed.

"Booth can't just waltz in here and take her away. She's a valuable asset to the Jeffersonian." She said, half to herself. Angela and Hodgins shared a knowing glance. Someone was jealous.

"Well, they are partners, so technically, he can." Hodgins said. Cam looked up angrily, then tossed her gloves in the trash and went to her office.

"Someone's pissed." Hodgins said, smiling gleefully.

Brennan's doorbell rang exactly at seven. Looking around to see if she had forgotten anything, she opened her door, where Booth stood.

"Hey Bones. Ready?" he asked her, looking at her two bags that were lined next to the door. "I take that as a yes." He said, answering his own question. Grabbing one of them, he waited till Brennan had shut and locked her door, then led the way out and back to his black SUV.

"You know," Brennan said as she walked next to him, breaking the companiable silence. "I really do like your company." Booth looked at her in confusion, and Brennan, interpreting his silence correctly, cleared it up for him. "This morning, when I said you couldn't visit me. I really don't mind." She looked up at him, and found him gazing at her with a small smile. He place his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his side.

"And I enjoy being in your company." He said. Keeping his arm where it was, they made their way to his car, enjoying each others presence.

Well, was it crap? Or was it good? Ehh.

Review please. :