The forest grew dark around them but typically Bones would not move until every specimen, every tiny fragment of bone had been found, logged and taken back to the Institute. It would take hours, it had taken hours. There they were Booth, Brennan and several other forensic people, most of whom Booth didn't actually know what they did.

"Bones, come on hurry it up already. I am pretty sure it's starting to rain." Booth moaned, clapping his hands together and pulling his collar up around his neck. The light drizzle trickling slowly down the back of his neck, this was not how he imagined spending his first day off in weeks. But of course where Bones went, he went. Always the gentleman. A cold, wet, hungry gentleman.

Bones sighed and looked up at him. She was on the ground squinting at the half a tooth. Both thought it was a tooth. He was possibly wrong. "You should have brought a raincoat then."

No pity from her today. Minutes passed- Booth gave up trying any form of conversation with the woman. Conversation with her today was sure to disagree with him in one way or another.

She dodged around him carrying a plastic evidence bag filled with shards of bone. She was grumbling to herself about why Booth chose the middle of her crime scene to stand. It was absurd. Then Booth decided the silence was even worse than actual voices so resumed speaking to the ever distracted scientist.

"When we left it was sunny, you remember the sun right? Big shiny orb thing that hangs in the sky. "

"Booth, the sun is not an orb it's a ball of gas." She was tempted to flick him on the nose but somehow resisted. However the urge was still there. Booth smiled at her and continued to shiver.

"I know that." Replied Booth because he did know that. Bones knew he knew that. So why did he persist in correcting him even when she had better things to do? Like collect all the bone so that they could just get back to DC.

"Come on Bones!" Booth said again, getting impatient. The look he received made him rethink what he was about to say next. If his girl had a death stare that would have been it.

"Go Booth, I shall be here for at least another hour, I'll get a lift back with Sammy over there." She pointed wildly behind her, Booth had no idea who Sammy was. The pointing didn't help one bit.

"I ain't leaving you Bones." Booth stood his ground- there was no way she was getting a lift back with some guy named Sammy. "I can wait another hour."

Brennan shook her head, her brown hair pulled up in rough ponytail, strands clinging to her neck and forehead, she brushed them out of her eyes and continued.. "I'll be fine." She repeated.

Another wild hand gesture followed, which Booth thought was in the general direction of his shiny, black, gas-guzzling car.

"Go, I'll see you tomorrow. This is going to generate a lot of paper work." With that she turned back to the ground that was getting muddier by the minute and ignored all of Booth's protests that he would stay. She had made the decision that with him gone she would faster without Booth distracting her. The quicker she was done the quicker she could go home and relax.

"Fine." Muttered Booth. He'll leave but not before checking who Sammy was.

"HEY SAMMY!" He shouted, no one looked at him. "Bones there is no Sammy."

He was losing what little patience he had left . He looked around and finally recognized a woman from the Jeffersonian. She would do. He smiled and after some pleading, a bit of flirting and a flash of his FBI badge, Booth had found a ride back for his Bones.

"Goodnight Bones." He shouted over his shoulder and he made his way back to the warm interior of his car. Wondering if a raincoat would have been a good idea. He liked to think that on the way back he heard a muffled 'bye Booth' back. Unfortunately he was probably mistaken. She was immersed in her work again.

The engine roared as Booth pulled away from the clearing, the menacing fir trees whipping around in the wind. Rain began beating heavily down on the windshield. Bones was in for a rough night. Sadistic murder, nothing to eat and most likely a storm approaching. I feel like Chinese, thought Booth as he made his way home.

Booth got home late. Booth checked his mail, it was all bills. Booth ate Chinese. Booth felt fat. He never cooked himself anymore, apart from when he had Parker and then it was just fish fingers. Booth contemplated taking Parker to the zoo next weekend. Booth decided he would take Parker to the zoo next weekend. Booth fell asleep.

Booth awoke with a jolt at 6am. His mobile was ringing, the shrill sound too much for morning ears. His hand reached out making wild grabbing motions eventually he landed on the vibrating, screaming phone. Mentally cursing whoever had the audacity to call him at such times in the morning. This better be good, he thought.

"Hello?" He said groggily, forgetting to check who was calling- Booth had not prepared himself or the high voice that followed.

"Booth, thank god you're there. There's been an accident, Brennan's hurt" . It was Angela was on the other end of the line her voice sounding tinny, distorted and like she had been crying. She also sounded as worried as hell.

Booth shot up all coherent thoughts forgotten except those of his Bones.

"What? How bad is she hurt? What happened? Angela?"

But suddenly the line went dead.

"Angela?" Booth shouted down the phone. "Angela?

So? Was it ny good? Capter 2 shall be up soonish.