A/N: There were specific actors and things I had in mind when writing this. If you would like to see them (I suggest you at least take a look), then follow the address on my profile.

I ignored the fact that Bones and Andrew Hacker had a relationship. In this, Hacker is fond of them because of their success rate (if I was their boss, I would be…). A lot geographical stuff is completely made up because I live in the UK and have no knowledge of these things. In terms of the scientific jargon, I did a little research, but I'm no doctor so sorry if some of it's incorrect. Feel free to point it out and I'll correct it on the next update.

I don't claim to have ANY knowledge of the American legal system – not helped by the fact that I live in the UK. If you notice anything, let me know and I'll change it.

I've completed the first draft, and as it stands so far, the fic is about 27 000 words.

One last thing and then I'll shut up…this plot is based on a Law & Order: UK ep so some of you may recognise it from that or the American version which it is based on. I changed some things though…

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Bones or any of it's characters. If I did, then Booth would wear less clothes, I'd have lots of money, and this fic probably wouldn't be here.

Chapter 1: 'Pack a bag.'

Hands searched for the source of the ringing. They lifted various files, shuffling them and moving them to the side, finally revealing the phone they were looking for."Brennan."

"Bones, it's me. We've got a case, but you're not gonna like it." To be perfectly honest, at this point, Brennan wasn't sure there was anything she would object to. She hadn't worked on a case for at least a week, and the time away from Booth - and the excitement that invariably came with him - was beginning to get monotonous.

She sighed, unwilling to let on that she'd been waiting for this call. "What is it?"

"I'll explain in the car. Pack a bag, we're going to Pittsburgh." She could tell - even through the phone - that he said the words with a smile on his face, and as a result, she couldn't help but feel optimistic.

She sighed again, more audibly this time. It didn't stop the smile that crept onto her face though. "Why can't they just send the body?" She knew Booth well enough by now to know that there would be a reason, but she asked the question all the same.

"It's a high profile-" He cut himself off, "…it's complicated and the suits don't want to take any chances. We should leave ASAP, pick you up at six?'

"Fine." She hung up the phone. Booth smiled to himself; he was looking forward to a new case with her. He'd probably never admit it, but he relished in their time alone. He sat in silence for a few minutes - stupidly smiling to himself - before his thoughts were interrupted by the shrill ring of his cell phone.

"Booth." He answered the same way he always did.

"Special Agent Booth, I have a message from Assistant Deputy Director Andrew Hacker. He'd like you to pick up Special Agent Trickett on your way to Pittsburgh. He'll be travelling with you as Special Agent Hamilton has been called away to a family emergency."

Booth took a deep breath, "Okay." Even the tone of his voice was reluctant. He flipped the phone shut and leant forward to put his head in his hands. Booth wasn't fond of Trickett to say the least. Though he had always been one of Brennan's greatest critics and he had to admit, he didn't want to miss the look on Trickett's face when he witnessed her brilliance first hand. Their partnership was one envied by many, and he was reminded by the other guys at the Bureau on a regular basis.

One thing he wasn't looking forward to was being reminded of Trickett's attitude towards women. He had no doubt that he would be taking a crack at his Bones first chance he got.

BONES-BONES-BONES-BONES-BONES

Brennan glanced at her watch, Booth was due in fifteen minutes. She packed a bag, throwing in extra clothes, something to sleep in, shampoo and toothpaste and a toothbrush. Ten minutes later, there was a loud rap at the door. Brennan recognised the knock as Booth's and let the smile creep onto her face – knowing full well it would come whether she liked it or not.

Booth flashed his grin and reached down to take his partner's bag; an action that he was surprised to see her accept, though not without a grimace. He waited patiently whilst Brennan locked up and spoke as they began the walk to the SUV, placing a guiding hand on Brennan's back. "Sorry, but we've got Trickett with us tonight." He looked over to see whether the name rang any bells. Unsurprisingly, it didn't. "He's a self-indulgent clown but we should be able to get rid of him once we're there."

Brennan nodded, determined not to let the interruption of their time alone annoy her as she knew it would.

Booth knew better than to try and open her door for her. He'd already got away with taking her bag, and the last time he'd offered this particular gesture, she'd given him a bruise on the ribs for his trouble. He turned and chucked the bag onto the backseat with a quick warning to Trickett, "Behave yourself." The smirk that appeared on the agent's face only served to increase his aggravation at his presence. He hoped this wasn't any indication of how the rest of the trip would play out.

Brennan joined them a second later and Booth turned to initiate the introductions, "Temperance Brennan," he gestured to her, "Chace Trickett." He flicked a hand towards to the handsome blue-eyed agent.

"Nice to meet you." Booth smiled at her unusual attempt to keep things polite, and heard Trickett offer the same comment, with a rather more provocative tone. He started the engine and turned the vehicle around; this would be a painstaking drive.

A/N: Please let me know what you think, good or bad.