A/N: This is my first Bones fanfic, so please be gentle. I do not own Bones, or Booth for that matter, even though I really want to. Btw, I've only ridden a plane twice, so some of my terminology might be a little messed up. Please review!!
Special Agent Seeley Booth weaved his SUV through the tight traffic of D.C.'s highways with his siren on. There wasn't really an emergency to tend to, no, he just wanted to get to the Jeffersonian as fast as possible. He couldn't help but admit that he just wanted to see Bones. He did, at least, have some news to tell her. He did have an excuse this time.
Earlier this morning, Booth received a report of two dead, unidentified bodies found on the small island of Curacao in the Caribbean. He practically begged his boss to take care of this one. Through persistence and a little bit of shameless groveling, he managed to be able to get assigned to this potential murder. He knew that he just wanted to go in hopes of being able to relax for a while after seeing the body. He also knew that the whole time he was begging to go, a little nagging thought was in the back of his mind. If he got to go, then that meant that he could drag Bones along with him. She probably won't want to go, but I can't go without her. He smiled as images of him and Bones on the beach flashed through his mind. The thought of her in a bathing suit stuck with him until he arrived at the Jeffersonian.
~*~
Temperance sighed and laid her head against her desk. She was exhausted. Her and her team were assigned to identifying the cause of death of a 3000 year old Chinese woman found in the Himalayan mountain range earlier this month. Once they found how she died, the body was to be sent to be put on exhibit in some museum in New York. Dr. Brenan had stayed up all night studying the body. So far she found that the woman died when she was in her early twenties, and probably had some form of osteoporosis. The rest of Brenan's team had left around midnight, but she refused to leave.
She took a sip of her coffee. It wasn't warm anymore. She glanced up at her clock. It was almost ten. She considered going home to shower, but she wasn't finished with her work. She sighed again and closed her eyes. Brenan heard some one open her door. She figured it was Angela, and didn't bother looking up.
"What is it, Angela?" Brenan asked, her hand over her eyes.
"Uhh..." Booth's voice responded.
"Booth!" Brenan looked up. Booth was standing in her doorway with a smile on his face. What is he doing here? Temperance thought. We aren't working on a case right now. Are we? She stood up. "What are you doing here, Booth? I'm kind of busy right now."
"Actually, we have a case to work on. And it's nice to see you too."
"Sorry Booth. I've been here all night. I'm just a little agitated. Where is the case?" She turned around and started to pull on her jacket.
"Well, your gonna love this. There were two bodies found on the island nation of Curacao. In the Caribbean." Booth smiled hugely. Brenan sighed.
"So, we're going to the Caribbean?" Booth nodded, still smiling. "Booth, I don't have time for this right now. Can't we just have the bodies brought to the Jeffersonian?"
"Aww, come on Bones! We can go to the Caribbean! Stay on an island! It'll be relaxing. We both need all the rest we can get." Booth looked like he might start to beg. "Besides, I'm defiantly going, and I'm not going without you." He used his charm smile. "You know how you insist on seeing the body before anyone touches it."
"Your right, I don't like comprised evidence. Fine Booth, I'll go." She just couldn't resist the charm smile. "But how are we going to relax if we're going to be identifying bodies for a few days, and then coming back?"
Booth smiled again. He was so excited. "Actually, I kinda stretched the truth and claimed that we needed at least a week before heading back. So, if we get done early, then we can just relax on the beach for a few days."
"Booth, you know I don't like it when you lie. But..." Brenan was cut off by the thought of her and Booth on an island. The image of Booth's perfect body in only swim trunks clouded her thoughts.
"Bones? Hey, Bones?" Booth waved his hand in front of Bones' face. "Is that a yes or a no?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure Booth, I'll go." Brenan smiled. "Besides. I need a break. So what day are we leaving?"
"Um, tonight around seven actually..." Booth bit his lip. He knew she wouldn't like that it was such short notice.
"What? Tonight? Booth, why didn't you tell me earlier? I'll have to leave now if I'm going to get packed and make arrangements for my absence!" Brenan threw her hands up and began gathering things off her desk.
Booth stood in the middle of her office not sure if he should try to assist the whirling tornado that his partner just became. Bones paused for a second and looked at Booth.
"Well, what are you still doing here? You'll have to get ready too! Just meet me at my apartment at six. Well? Get going!"
"Yes ma'am!" Booth shouted back at her, joking a little bit.
"Ugh, don't call me that." Bones said shoving several papers into her desk drawers.
"Yes Bones." Seeley replied. He smiled, and Brenan did too. "I'll be there at six okay?" He said walking towards the door.
"Yeah, sure." Brenan mumbled, quite preoccupied. Booth left the office, deciding time is what she needed now. Brenan picked up her office phone and dialed her best friend's, Angela's, number.
"Hello? Angela Montenegro speaking." Angela answered.
"Hey Ange." Brenan replied.
"Sweetie! What's up? Do you need something?"
"Yeah, actually, I do. I'm not going to be here for the rest of the day. Or the rest of the week really."
"What? Where are you going?" Angela had extreme curiosity in her voice.
"Me and Booth are going to Curacao." Brenan sighed as she held the phone a foot away from her face to protect her ears from the loud squeal coming from the other end of the phone.
"Oh my god, sweetie I knew it was going to happen! I knew it!" Angela was unstoppable.
"No, Angela, were going to go investigate a murder!" Brenan had to shout so she could be heard over the loud girlish squeal still coming from Angela.
"Oh," Angela quited a bit. "But why are you going to be gone all week? Looking at a body can't take that long."
"Well, Booth fudged a bit and said we needed a week so that we could have a mini vacation before we came back." The squeals started again. "Angela! I need you to tell Cam that I will be gone. Also, I need you to help me pick out some vacation clothes. I've never really gone to an island for leisurely purposes before."
"Yay, shopping! Oh, sweetie, this is so cute! He planned a romantic getaway for just you two!"
"Angela, we're just partners. Besides, he only did this because he thought I needed a break." Brenan sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Whatever you say, sweetie, whatever you say."
~*~
Eight hours later, Brenan sat on her couch in her apartment, packed bags by the door, even more exhausted than that morning. She just spent a whole day shopping with Angela for beach clothes, and that was a nightmare. Most of the time was spent with Brenan trying to convince Angela that nothing had happened between the two. She also had to convince her that she did not require any kind of sexy lingerie for the trip. Brenan did allow herself to buy a cute but simple bikini for the beach. It was, in her opinion, something more fashionable than functional, which was something she never really did. She pondered this and started to wonder what Booth might be bringing on the trip. She pictured what he might look like in a pair of swim trunks again. She admitted that he looked quite hot in her head. Why does this picture keep popping into my head? She wondered. Well, anthropologically speaking, he is a fine specimen of the male race. Certainly a good breeder. It's natural that my instincts would cause me to be drawn to him. He is defiantly an Alpha Male, and women are drawn to Alpha Males. She pictured him in his swim trunks again. Alpha Males are hot. She thought blatantly.
There was a knock at the door and Brenan reluctantly pulled herself off the comfy couch.
"Time to spend all night on a plane." She said to herself. She pulled her door open to reveal a smiling Booth. "Hey, Booth."
"Hey Bones," Booth walked into her apartment. "You ready to go? We need to leave soon."
"Yeah I'm all packed. Let's go ahead and go." Brenan yawned, and picked up one of her bags.
Booth took the bag out of her hand and grabbed her other one. "You look tired. I'll carry your bags." He started towards the door.
Brenan sighed. "I'm perfectly capable of carrying my own bags, Booth."
"I know that, Bones. But you're looking exhausted, and I want to carry them." Booth walked into the hallway so she couldn't object.
"Fine." Brenan said. She grabbed her purse and followed Booth, locking the door. Booth smiled and let Bones walk in front of him, walking her walk.
~*~
Bones and Booth arrived at the airport about half an hour later. They found a parking place and trudged into the airport to get their luggage checked. Bones vehemently insisted upon carrying her own bags this time, and Booth finally agreed.
When they were getting their tickets confirmed, Booth asked the plump, irritated looking receptionist lady if him and Bones would be sitting together.
"No," Came the reply. The woman smirked smugly. "It seems here that Miss Brenan will be riding first class, and you, Mister Booth, are currently riding coach."
"Woah, Bones," Booth turned to look at his partner. "You're riding first class? How did you manage that?"
"You know Booth, I'm not sure if you know this, but I am substantially well off due to my books. I simply arranged for my ticket to be upgraded." Brenan smiled at Booth innocently.
"Darn. I was hoping we would get seats together." Booth whined. Brenan eyed him. "Well, you know, I don't want to get stuck next to some crying baby or something..."
"You know Booth, it wouldn't really be that much of a hardship for me to upgrade your ticket to first class." Brenan smiled as Booth's face lit up.
"Really Bones? You could do that? Sweet!" Booth gathered Bones up in a bear hug. "Thanks, Bones."
"No problem Booth" Brenan replied, smiling. She turned to the receptionist lady. "Could I get his ticket upgraded to first class? Adjoining seats would be nice too."
Booth smiled like a kid on Christmas morning.
~*~
Booth was settled into his seat in first class. Bones was peacefully asleep on his shoulder. His arm was falling asleep, but he didn't care. She looked too cute to be woken up. He preoccupied himself by imagining him and Bones on vacation. She would be so cutely awkward after they had nothing scientific to do. Booth wondered what Bones thought of his intentions. Does she just think I got this vacation out of generosity, or maybe she thinks there is something more? He admitted that the main reason for this vacation thing was spending time with Bones away from murder and the lab. He kind of felt like he never got to know her apart from her knowledge of bones and such. Concentrating on her potential care-free personality was kind of hard. He was slightly tired, and the warmth of Bones' body pressed up against his was extremely distracting. Deciding to give up and just take a nap, Booth rested his cheek against the top of her head and drifted into a peaceful sleep.
~*~
When they arrived at their connecting flight, Booth and Bones were a bit dismayed to find that they would be flying on a very small, and quite wobbly looking plane.
"Booth?" Brenan asked, turning to her partner. "Is that what we are riding in?" She bit her lip. Brenan didn't really like small planes. Like her lab assistant, Zach, said, 'If you knew how it worked, you wouldn't want to ride in it either.' and this plane was not a fine example of aviation engineering.
"Yeah Bones, I think it is." Booth looked over at a very worried looking Bones. "It'll be fine, Bones. We're only going to be on the plane for less than an hour. Nothing is going to happen." He put his hand on her shoulder.
"Okay, Booth. I'll take your word for it." Bones allowed Booth to guide her to the plane with a hand on her back.
They boarded the plane and took their seats. Not surprisingly, there were only eight seats on the plane, and Bones and Booth were the only passengers. The pilot and co-pilot started up the engines, and the sound it made was a bit unsettling. Bones swallowed loudly, and Booth grabbed her hand from across the aisle. He smiled at her encouragingly, and she smiled back.
~*~
About thirty minutes later, the plane was well over the Caribbean sea, and the clouds began to darken outside. Bones kept telling herself that nothing was going to happen to this small aircraft, as a storm began to brew. Lightning bolts revealed them selves outside the plane. Booth clutched Bones' hand tighter, a little worried himself.
"Hey!" Booth shouted up to the pilots. "Is everything all right? This storm isn't going to do anything, right?"
"Yeah," The co-pilot yelled back, just as a clap of thunder erupted outside. "It's going to be fi-" The pilot was cut off as a blinding streak of lightning struck just outside the plane. There was the sound of an explosion, and Bones screamed. The pilots were frantically shouting things at each other, just as the plane started to loose altitude. A bright orange light was coming from the left side of the plane.
"The wing is on fire!" Booth shouted. "Brace for impact, Bones!" Booth yelled to her as his army instincts kicked in. Brenan screamed as the plane started to spiral.
~*~
Booth was roused awake as bright sunlight shined in his eyes, and the sound of lapping waves prickled in his ears. Disoriented, he stood up, and wobbled a bit.
"What the hell?" Booth said, assessing his surroundings. Then, memories of the previous hours jolted him into a more conscious state. "Damn!" He turned around to see the front half of a small plane laying about one hundred yards away on the beach. He scrambled towards it, made sure that it wasn't in danger of blowing up, and crawled inside the wreckage. The first thing he saw was the co-pilot passed out in the cock-pit.
Booth went over to the co-pilot, and found a pulse. He was alive, but not for long it seemed. Large metal shards were protruding from his left leg and lower abdomen. The other pilot was no where to be found, but, gruesomely enough, there was part of what seemed to be his leg left in the pit. Booth then realized he had no idea what kind of condition Bones was in. Panicking, he ran to what was left of the passenger part of the plane.
"Bones!"