Hi everyone, Chantal here. This is my second fanfic (my first one is a Maximum Ride one, be sure to check it out). I became addicted to Bones last May and now can't stop watching it. ;) I hope you like this. I'm not sure where it's going to go, but the same thing happened with my other fanfic and it turned out pretty well . . . so here goes nothing!

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Angela's POV:

"Bren, sweetie, put down the laptop. Whatever you're doing can totally wait. We're going on a vacation. Stop working," I said, reaching over to snatch it from her. We were on a flight to Manhattan for a "team building vacation," as Sweets put it. How on Earth had Brennan snuck her laptop onto the plane without me seeing? Was it even safe to use that thing in flight?

"Angela, I am doing something very important," she protested, pulling the laptop close to her chest.

"And what would that be?"

"I'm working on my next novel."

"Can't that wait a week?"

"No, it cannot. I'm on a deadline." She began typing furiously, her brow furrowed. I rolled my eyes and turned to Cam. She just shrugged and returned to her book. These women, so absorbed in everything but their surroundings. We were on a plane to New York, for crying out loud! This place was a melting pot of different people from all over... wouldn't it be a good place for Bren to study different people with all her little anthropological ways? It totally would be. There was something wrong with those two. The guys were having a good time, on the other hand, joking on and on about the stewardesses. At least, Booth, Jack, and Zack were. Where was Sweets?

I turned in my seat to where he was seated behind me. He had sandwiched himself between a rather chunky couple, mid-forties, and was lecturing them on loving themselves so they could love each other better. Why did everyone besides me have to be so predictable?

We are now approching John F. Kennedy Airport. Below us is a sunny, seventy-eight degree day. Please return your seats to the upright position and lock all lapboards. Thank you for flying with JetBlue. Yes, we were finally here. I reached under my seat for another piece of gum. Oh, tropical fruitiness, my favorite.

"Wanna piece?" I offered to Brennan and Cam. They both shook their heads. The guys didn't want any either. Does no one like fruit gum? What is wrong with this world? I felt the wheels hit the runway as we set down in JFK. Good- I was starting to get sick of this plane, even if I was only on it for an hour and a half. I jumped up, nearly hitting my head when the seatbelt sign clicked off. We filed down the aisle from business class and out of the plane.

"To the luggage carousel!" declared Zack. We headed to B2, where suitcases began circling round and round. It was easy to find my luggage- not many people have pink and zebra print suitcases. Why, I don't know. Everyone else from the team had boring black and brown and navy ones. They were just so... soooo... so blah.

"Now how is everyone feeling? Is the team bonding?" asked Sweets as we headed to hail a cab or two.

"Aw, shut it Sweets. We're in New York. Shrinking can wait," I said. Everyone mumbled their agreement, much to Lance's distress.

"But we're supposed to be building our team!" he complained as we put our stuff into two cabs.

"We'll build it later," said Booth, shedding his light coat, "Manhattan is waiting."

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Zack's POV:

"Woah. This place is sick!" Hodgins declared as we stepped into our suite. He was right- this place was tricked out! Four bedrooms, a living space, kitchen, three bathrooms, and a walk-in closet. The ladies' suite was right next door. I bet they would fill that closet in a minute. Angela could probably fill that closet in a minute! She brought four zebra print suitcases for a week-long trip. How much stuff could one girl need for a week? Cam and Brennan had each only brought two suitcases, so it probably wasn't that much.

"Z-Man, check it!" shouted Booth, "They have a 72 inch plasma screen TV!" Who would have thought that a special agent could get so excited by a modern day piece of technology? A kid learn something new everyday. I dumped my suitcases on a bed and came out.

"Sweet."

"What?" Lance asked, walking in.

"No, that TV is sweet," I said, "I bet Sports Center looks incredibly cool on that."

"I bet it does," he replied, heading for the door, "but we're going out in ten minutes."

"To where?"

"Someplace. Remember, this is team building!" he was out the door. Ew. I had thought he was kidding when he said this was a "team building experience" vacation. I think we all were. Booth looked at me and Hodgins and shrugged.

"Come on. Let's go." We followed him out into the hallway, where he was pounding on the door of Suite 521.

"OPEN THE DOOR CAM! I DO NOT CARE IF ANGELA CAN'T CHOOSE BETWEEN FLATS OR GLADIATOR SANDALS, WE HAVE TO GO!" he shouted. The door clicked open quietly and Cam stood there, sipping a glass of white wine.

"We will be five minutes, Lance," she said calmly, "Now why don't you men come in and have a glass of wine?" We stepped inside their suite. I think theirs was bigger than ours. That isn't fair, there's only three of them. We sat down on the cream leather couch and Cam brought over several glasses and a bottle of wine. Brennan came out of the bathroom.

"Oh, you guys are here," she said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. She had changed her clothes, from tan dress pants and a blouse to dark jeans, a pink chiffon top, and low kitten heels.

"Woah. Bren, you look hot!" said Angela, walking out. She wore two different shoes and held two others in her hands. "Which ones do you guys like best? The sandals, the flats, the heels, or the strappies?" We all voted, and the heels won. She headed back into her bedroom to get the other match.

"Okay, is everyone ready?" Sweets asked, standing up, "We're going to be late if we don't move. NOW!" Everyone was startled to their feet. We were in the elevator in three minutes, the lobby in five.

"Can you please tell us where we are going?" Booth asked, holding the door for everyone, "I'm not used to being left out in the dark." Sweets smiled evily.

"You'll see." He started down the street, leaving us no choice but to follow him.

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xo, Chantal