An: Hey guys, welcome to the new story! This is going to be a companion piece with a friend of mine; divine529. We decided we wanted to write a story together and she came up with the idea of having Booth and Brennan go to all these different sites around the world. We're using a site of the top 100 most beautiful places to go in the world, and the first one was the city of Machu Picchu, in Peru.

So enjoy this, and tell me what you think. ;)

"Booth, you really don't have to come with me."

"Just like in China last year Bones, you're using federal material, and I have to be there to supervise. Make sure our country's equipment isn't harmed," Booth rolled out, glancing around her office before he added "And to make sure you aren't harmed."

"Booth I can take care of myself," she immediately shot back, and Booth groaned, mentally slapping himself for uttering those words.

"Yes I know Bones, you're a very capable woman, you have three doctorates and you're a black belt in three different martial arts blah blah I know, but I'm a trained sniper and even I get hurt. Everyone gets hurt, and everyone needs someone to look out for them. You have me, and even though you don't like it, you have to get used to it because I'm not going anywhere baby," he offered, his hands outstretched towards her with a large smile on his face, his shoulders falling at the disdainful look in her eyes. "Way to look happy Bones."

"Well Booth, I'm just worried for your sake."

"What do you have to worry about?"

"Most of my time will be spent at the grave site, and you'll become easily bored. I know you Booth, and I doubt there will be anything there to entertain you," she explained, gathering up multiple files and placing them in her laptop case. "Unless you bring some sort of ball to play with."

"I'm not a dog," Booth stated, grabbing his coat from her couch and following after her as she walked from her office.

"Well obviously Booth, you show absolutely no resemblance to a canine."

"Ah! Bones!" he groaned, throwing his head back before running to catch up to her. "I'll be fine. I'm a grown man; I know how to remain professional on the job."

"I thought we established professionalism isn't the problem, it's keeping you entertained," Brennan stated, turning and walking backwards for a moment before turning again and moving towards his SUV.

"Oh my god, okay, I'm going to be fine. We're going Peru, you're going to look at a skeleton, I'm going to stand there and watch you look at a skeleton, and then we're going to have all sorts of fun and I'm going to drag you everywhere, okay? It's going to be a perfect vacation," he teased, opening the door for her, and smiling despite her evil glare.

"It isn't a vacation Booth. A vacation by definition is a relaxing time away from work. I'm going to Cuzco to work, so therefore it's just a place to travel, not a vacation."

Booth closed the door once she got in, and sat back in his seat once he got in the car, shaking his head, and squeezing the steering wheel before bringing his fingers to his temples and pressing on the pressure points. He sighed and looked at Brennan, shaking his head as her eyes widened. "What?" she asked quietly.

"Bones, you really need to learn how to just live it up, and remember that you're going to an exotic and beautiful land. Even though you're going there to work, you're still going there, and you're going to have some time to visit the sites."

"Booth I don't 'live it up'," she stated.

"No shit."

"What was that?"

"Oh nothing Bones," he said, smiling over at her, before falling back against his seat and running his fingers over his temple again. "Just…nothing."

"Yes!" Booth said happily, pumping his hand into the air and rocking back in his seat. "First class this time!"

"Booth, calm down," Brennan said, reaching over and resting her hand on his thigh. "Don't make a big scene you've just been relocated in the plane."

"Oh no, this is not a relocation, this is an upgrade. I'm so glad I don't have to sit back there in Gitmo again, it was rough on the back."

"Well actually Booth, Gitmo has been closed down, and like I said, you're on a plane, not in a jail in Cuba," she explained, tilting her hand over in her explanation, and tilting her head at the look Booth gave her.

Booth sighed and sat back, shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair. "Bones, I'm not being literal."

"Oh, yes, I find you're hardly ever literal, so…I'll start adjusting my behavior accordingly," she muttered, removing her hand from his leg to bring it back to support her book.

"Bones, what's been going on? You've been overly literal lately, and you aren't usually like that with me anymore," He asked, reaching over and poking her shoulder gently.

"I've been fine Booth. I'm sorry if I seem that way," she whispered, looking at him, and tilting her head gently at the deep observant look in his eyes. "I'm fine, I promise."

"You know you can always talk to me if you need too," he returned, finding the space between them shrinking as they moved closer to keep their conversation between themselves. "You know you can always trust me right?"

"Of course Booth," Brennan muttered, nodding her head and finding her eyes falling from his eyes to his lips, before quickly shooting back up again. "I know that."

'Please sit back and fasten your seat belts, we are about to fly' the captain said over the intercoms, and they reluctantly had to sit back in their seats, and bring the belts at their waists to clip in front of their stomachs.

His breathing became slightly labored, and Brennan looked at him with alarm. "Booth, are you alright?"

"Y-yeah Bones, I'm fine. It's just…bad memories."

"You're scared of flying?"

"No I'm just scared of taking off," he admitted, looking over at her before turning his attention to the front of the plane.

"Why are you scared?"

"Because when I was in the Snipers, I was on a plane and we were about to take off, but we got about a thousand feet in the air, and there was a bomb in the engine. It went off and the plane almost went down, but it wasn't strong enough to kill us all, so we were able to gracefully crash the plane into the desert. No one got hurt but, it was still scary," Booth explained, his chest moving quickly against his dress shirt.

She reached over and rested her hand over his, interlacing their fingers and bringing their hands into her lap, her other hand coming to clasp over his knuckles. "You're going to be fine Booth," she assured, her thumb brushing against the back of his hand. "I promise."

He looked at her, and her tender eyes brought his shoulders to slump, and his breathing slowed as he finally relaxed. He felt the plane shake as the engine was started up, but he kept his eyes on hers and didn't feel a single ounce of fear weigh down his heart. The surrounding scenery disappeared behind them closely, and soon they were leveled out, the only thing they could see being passing clouds.

She released his hand and smiled, patting his knee before crossing her legs and bringing her book back into her lap. "See Booth, I told you were going to be okay."

"Thanks Bones," he whispered, poking her shoulder again, and sharing a gentle smile and laugh that only they understood.

"Bones I'm bored," Booth grumbled; sitting back in the fold out chair he was given.

"See, I told you you were going to be bored," Brennan said, looking up at him disapprovingly, before turning on the balls of her feet, directing herself back towards the body. "Make sure to check surrounding areas for any sort of relics," she told an assistant "Arrow heads, preserved feathers, beads, clay, anything."

"Yes Dr. Brennan," the assistant said, ducking her head before moving to another dig site only feet away to help move away small layers of top soil.

"Bones, can we go somewhere tonight when you're done with your skeleton?"

"If I say yes will you be able to quietly entertain yourself for one more hour?"

"Yes."

"Then yes, we can go somewhere."

"Okay, cool. But where are we going to go?"

"You can choose Booth," she brushed off, taking a brush from beside her and brushing dirt out of the cavities of the skull. She lifted the skull from the dirt, and used her gloved fingers to brush away excess dirt, her fingers running over the healed cut marks on the maxilla. "It looks like this person had his cheek gashed open, and the cuts on the vertebrae suggest beheaded."

"Human sacrifice!" Booth yelled out, shrugging his shoulders and holding his hands out at her slightly surprised look. "What? I know stuff."

"Usually not things that have to deal with history of other cultures," she returned, setting the vertebrae back down in the dirt before she stood up and leaned back to crack her stiffened back. "Can I have a body bag over here?"

"Bones, you're the head of this investigation, why do you need to ask for a body bag?"

She looked over her shoulder and shook her head "Booth, pick grass or something please," she stated, taking the body bag and settling it out beside the rectangle cut into the ground.

Booth sighed and sat back, crossing his arms and bringing them to rest over his eyes. He groaned and eventually fell asleep, snoring softly.

Brennan smiled as she looked back at him, and she quickly arranged all of the bones on the body bag, and nodded for the interns to take the body away. "Place this in the morgue. I'll start my examination tomorrow."

"Yes Dr. Brennan," the others said, moving the gurney away carefully as to not jostle the bones.

Brennan smiled and stripped her gloves off, shoving them in her pocket before she walked over to Booth and rested her hands on the back of the seat. "Hey BOOTH!" she screamed, smiling and holding the seat as he jumped up and almost fell completely out of the seat.

"Bones, why can't you nicely wake me up?" he asked, rubbing his eyes and standing up, stretching his arms over his head and yawning, before his body slumped where he stood and he looked intently at her.

"What do you want me to kiss you awake?" she joked, laughing and shaking her head as she moved down the large hill they were on.

"Wouldn't be a bad thing," he muttered quietly once she was out of ear shot, scratching his cheek before he jogged down the hill after her.

"Booth, where are we going?"

"Machu Picchu!" Booth said excitedly in an odd voice Brennan couldn't explain. She looked at him interested and shook her head. "What?"

"I'm surprised you would choose to go to such a historic site. I would have thought you would have dragged me to some sort of bar where the bottles of tequila have worms in the bottom," Brennan explained, sitting back and rubbing her tired eyes.

"Ew," he said, his face contorting in disgust. "That's just sick. I would not put you or myself through having to take the last shot with those dead worms."

"Well, it's not that bad, and they don't hurt you, but the thought of what you're drinking doesn't really make it any easier."

"What, you've eaten them before?"

"Had too. You have to eat the worms if you have the last shot," Brennan explained, shaking her head and running her fingers through her hair. "It's like eating escargot, it's good, but the thought that you're eating snails makes it too hard to eat."

"Ugh," Booth said, shivering and shaking his head. "That's sick."

"Caviar isn't that bad either."

"Alright, enough with the disgusting food, let's just focus on this," he said, smiling as the ancient brick city made its appearance over the side of the cliff.

"Wow this is so cool," he expressed, parking in the parking lot and going around the information building, walking with Brennan onto the large expanse of grass. "Come on Bones, let's race!"

"Race, race where?" she asked, smiling as the beautiful sight of the city took her breath away.

"Up there," Booth said, pointing to an elevated part of the city that looked over the large cliff it was settled on. "On three. One, two, three go!"

He shot off and Brennan groaned, running after him and taking the steps quickly two at a time, stretching in front of him if only for a second before he caught up and quickly jumped onto the elevated levels, smiling and panting as he reached the top platform and threw his hands into the air. "Success," he teased.

Brennan smiled and walked after him, brushing the sweat from her brow. "Wow," she breathed out, walking closer to the edge and looking down at the large drop off from the platformed land to the bottom of the cliff.

She swayed gently and Booth moved quickly behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her back from the edge. "Jeez Bones, I know you're awesome but you aren't going to survive a fall like that."

Her breathing hitched and she moved her hands from his arms, stepping from his grasp and clearing her throat. "Y-yeah…thanks," she whispered, nodding towards the cliffs edge. "For that."

"No problem," Booth said, chewing on his lip before he cleared his throat and nodded to the rest of the giant city. "Should we…?" he asked, pointing around, and she quickly nodded her head.

"Yeah, let's go."