A/N: This is my first fanfic so be nice...and review please :) Rated M for later chapters...
Brennan sighed. Unlike what Booth had told her, a vacation...no, her vacation was turning out to be boring as hell. Perhaps if there was just a dead skeleton she could look at...but no that defeated the purpose of a holiday, as Booth had condescendingly told her half an hour ago when she had called him in hope of any new homicide cases. Unfortunately there weren't any and Brennan was still stuck in Miami, in a five-star hotel, next to a beautiful pool, on a comfy sun lounge, with nothing to do.
Sipping the cocktail that had magically - even though it was scientifically impossible - appeared beside her, Temperance wondered where and what Angela was doing. After running out on the wedding, the fiasco of a wedding, Hodgins and Angela had surfaced in Paris. Although she knew they were having a great time, and were still madly in...love - whatever that is - Brennan worried about her best friend.
Of course she also wanted to strangle her; for leaving all the guests in her and Booth's care. Not that anything had gone drastically wrong, if you didn't count Zack hitting on Cam after having a few too many of the Purple Nurples, but she had been planning on talking to Booth about...well, whatever the hell was between them. Too bad there hadn't been enough time to even talk to one another.
Temperance closed her eyes and relived the wedding ceremony, before it had all gone wrong. Booth had looked so...delicious in that suit, and when he had told her about her father, something had broken. It was like the final wall defending her emotions had been breached, and Brennan finally realised that she had a real family. Not only her crazy 'squint' team, but a dad, a brother and ultimately Booth. Who she cared a lot more for than she should as only a 'partner'. If only she had told him that before he had shipped her off on this crazy, spontaneous, apparently health-rejuvenating holiday.
Shifting on the sun lounge beside the hotel pool, Brennan deliberated over whether or not Booth would kill her for calling him twice in the one hour. Deciding that he couldn't do too much harm while back in Washington D.C, she picked up her mobile, holding down 1 for Booth's speed dial.
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Booth picked up his buzzing phone, trying to balance his luggage on the airport cart, and failing. Disgusted with the uncooperative bags he flipped open the mobile and sighed in resignation as he saw it was Bones calling. Again.
"Booth," he answered.
"I'm bored. There's nothing I am interested in here. Why can't I go home?" came the answering torrent of questions.
"Gee Bones, no hi, how are you. Really makes me feel appreciated."
"I'm sorry, but (Booth wondered why there was always a but when it came to Temperance) what am I supposed to do?"
Booth sighed, Bones was his partner, but sometimes she really was a pain in the...neck.
"Look Bones," he began as he walked out into the hot Miami sun, finally getting control of his luggage, "I'd love to help, but there's not much I can do from D.C. Why don't you go to the beach? Or check out some of the city, meet new people, you know, interact with others."
"But why? Anthropologically speaking, people interact with each other for need of social acceptance and biological needs."
"I don't mean sex, Bones. I mean talk to people, have a bit of fun. Live wide."
Booth hailed a cab, ignoring Temperance as she continued to tell him about the way anthropologists interpreted human interactions. A taxi pulled up and he put his bag in the boot; climbing in the back, he told the driver the name of Bones' hotel then tried to refocus on what Bones had been saying the past 10 minutes.
"...and so that's why "fun" as you call it, has no attraction to me," she finished.
"Ah, ok then," Booth stumbled, "well, how about I get back to you on how not to be bored."
He hung up amidst Bones' protestations of unfairness and indecency, groaning in relief at the silence. He was planning on surprising Bones, but if she called him again, he was going to tell her. Just so she would stop ringing him and complaining!
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Temperance woke suddenly and groaned as she realised her neck was badly cricked. Obviously the sun lounge was for aesthetics only, not actual sleeping. The day's shadows stretched across her body, putting time at around 5 p.m. At least 3 hours after she had rung Booth for the second time. Standing up slowly, she stretched, grimacing at the sharp cracks her back made. Slipping her feet into wedges, she pulled her sarong over the blue bikini and headed for the hotel foyer, and ultimately, her room and bed.
Although apparently the hotel had a 'killer' bar; Brennan decided; as the elevator ascended to the top level, that tonight was going to be a 'stay in and watch crappy television' night. Like the past two nights she had been there. The elevator pinged its arrival and the doors slid silently open into the penthouse apartment. Sometimes, Brennan thought, you just can't ignore the benefits of being a best-selling author.
She kicked her shoes off, sighing in contentment as her feet slid through the thick Persian carpets. Heading towards the kitchen, she shrugged off her sarong, leaving it on the floor as she poured a glass of wine. Sipping it slowly she glided over to the bedroom, only to stop suddenly as she realised the balcony door was open.
Knowing she had definitely closed and locked it before she left for the pool, Brennan found her purse and reached in, looking for the gun she kept there. Placing the wine glass down, she moved towards the bedroom, gun pointed directly in front of her.
As she entered the room she cocked the weapon, its sound echoing loudly in the large room, then stared in shock as a half-naked fine specimen of male sleepily woke up. From her bed.
"Bones?"
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