The Girl in the School

A/N: Yay, another one for me to entertain myself with. I've changed it around a bit. Hope it suits you better.

Summary: A body is found inside a locker at a high school. Booth and Brennan are called in.

Disclaimer: The Bones characters are not mine.


Chapter 1: Who? What? Where??

"Bones, pack your bags," said Special Agent Seeley Booth. Dr Temperance Brennan looked up from the paperwork she had been signing, with a confused expression.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because we have a case," replied Booth. He tossed her the file. "A teenager was found inside a high school locker. And guess where it is?" Brennan was looking at the pictures and hadn't yet looked at the details.

"Where?"

"Canada!" said Booth excitedly "Ottawa, to be precise."

"It's where?" asked Brennan incredulously.

"I believe the man said 'Canada', sweetie," said Angela from the door. "So you have a case in Canada?"

"No Ange, I'm taking Bones on a holiday for about a week and we won't be in touch," said Booth with a sly grin. Angela jumped up and down, clapped her hands and squealed.

"Oh, I just knew this was going to –"

"Booth!" cried Brennan, cutting off her friend. "Ange, we are not going on holiday, we will be in touch, and we do have a case." She grabbed her laptop and jacket, and turned to Booth. "When are we leaving?"

"In about…" he checked his watch, "four and a half hours." Booth grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the door.

"Booth, wait!" called Brennan. "Booth!"

"Sorry Bones, but we're in a bit of a rush," replied Booth. "Cullen only just told me about it." Brennan sighed and reluctantly followed Booth out to his SUV.

Three and a half hours later, Booth pulled into Dulles Airport. He and Brennan hopped out of the SUV and grabbed their bags.

"Okay, the FBI paid for first class tickets, and we just have to check in," said Booth as they hurried through the airport.

"Wait, we have first class seats?" asked Brennan as they piled their luggage onto the conveyer belt.

"Yes, Bones," replied Booth, while handing the tickets over. "They are first class tickets." He took the tickets back and nodded in thanks.

"Why are you coming?" asked Brennan. "The FBI doesn't have legal jurisdiction in Canada."

"Not usually," Booth answered. "But the fact that the daughter of the US Ambassador to Canada was on a week long holiday and has been gone for three weeks is a bit suspicious." Brennan opened her mouth to say something but Booth continued. "Also the Ambassador has received threats on his daughter's life."

"So you get to work with Canadian authorities," said Brennan. "And I get to work with…?"

"You get work with the Montréal squints, and your squints."

"Wait, why didn't the forensic anthropologist in Montréal get this case?" Brennan asked, while trying to keep up with Booth's fast pace.

"That's who it was originally sent to, but then the 'powers-that-be' decided to call in the best of the best," replied Booth. Brennan looked at him. "They decided to call in you and an Agent high up in the FBI and Cullen decided that since we work so well together, and we're partners, I would be the Agent to go."

"Oh." Booth and Brennan had reached their gate, and handed over their tickets.

"Have a nice trip," said the woman, as the handed back the tickets. She looked at Brennan. "You must be lucky to have this gentleman as your husband. Any woman would want to jump him."

"Oh, we're not married," said Brennan. "This is a business trip, not pleasure."

"Enough details Bones," said Booth, pulling her away to go board the plane.

"But I didn't even get into details!" Brennan complained.

"Exactly." Brennan rolled her eyes and followed her partner onto the plane.


A/N: There you go. I hope you like this better.