Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, but I am obsessed!

Author's Note: Here is the next installment, as the word is French, I probably should have set the story in Paris, but I have never been to France. I have actually spent time in Prague, so I set this story there. Enjoy.

Chapter Two: Dépaysement

Dépaysement : French – The feeling that comes from not being in one's home country.

A heavily accented voice caught Brennan's attention as she bent over a brightly lit table. She looked up as the man cleared his throat and started speaking again.

"I am sorry to disturb you Dr. Brennan, but there is a man here that is asking for you. He keeps pulling out his... what do you call it? It was shiny... and..."

Brennan's eyes widened as she realized who had come to see her. "His badge?"

The man snapped his fingers. "Ano! Yes, that's it. He keeps pulling his badge out and demanding to see you."

Brennan quickly stood and peeled off her gloves. She buttoned up her borrowed lab coat and faced the man who had been her assistant for the past two weeks.

"Thank you, Vlad. I will go and see him now. He tends to be very impatient. I'm sorry for the interruption to our work." The man nodded and opened the door for the scientist.

Two minutes later, Brennan had woven her way through the labyrinth of the building and emerged at the front lobby. Booth was standing there, his badge on the counter and a Czech-English Dictionary open in his hands, attempting to find the word 'anthropologist' in the book. The rather bemused woman wearing a white lab coat watched him drop the book on the counter when the back door opened and his partner emerged.

She looked at him in exasperation. "Booth, Martina spent four years studying in the United States, you could have just asked her if she spoke English."

Booth's cheeks stained pink as he realized that this woman had been messing with him, and that his partner had once again witnessed him acting without thinking.

"Well, at least I was trying to respect another person's culture and not just assume things. I was trying to not be one of those arrogant Americans I hear stories about."

"But you are an arrogant American, and you want everyone to know it. You are wearing the belt buckle that proves it." The infamous rooster did, in fact, stand out proudly on his dark jeans.

"Let's leave my clothing out of it. I haven't seen you in two weeks, would you like to at least say hello?"

Brennan crossed her arms. "Why are you here, Booth?"

"Well, that was almost like a greeting. How about this one? Hi, Bones! You are looking well. I like the lab coat. White's a nice color on you."

She shook her head at him. "Hello, Booth. Why are you here?"

Booth looked at her incredulously. "Because you asked me to come."

"No, I didn't."

Booth reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a rumpled piece of paper. "And I quote. 'Prague is a beautiful city. It is hard to believe that I have never been here before. I have been able to explore the rich history of the area and see its beauty up close for the first time, but I find that I am not enjoying it as much as I could be. Rationally, I know that I have only been away from DC for less than two weeks. I have been abroad for much longer periods of time in areas that have had far less to offer, but I find that I am ready to return to the Jeffersonian. The remains in Prague have proved fascinating, and while I give my full attention to this case, I find that I have lost my usual sense of passion. Despite everything that is here for me in Europe, I am looking forward to coming home and returning to my expected routine.'" There was more to the letter, but Booth paused to take a breath, and Brennan snatched it out of his hands.

"Where did you get this?"

Booth shrugged. "From a computer. It's an e-mail."

"That I sent to Angela."

"That she forwarded to me. My e-mail only told me that you had sent some postcards to Parker and that you hoped that all was well at the Bureau. We are partners, you could have told me that you were homesick."

Brennan huffed. "I do not get homesick." She seemed to need to reinforce her statement, and she spoke again. "I am not homesick."

"Yes, you are. It's right there in the letter." He pointed his finger at the further crumpled piece of paper balled in Brennan's fist. "You know, it's not a crime to miss DC, your friends, your family, your home."

Brennan's eyes darted around the room as if she was afraid that there would be witnesses to her admitting her own perceived weakness. She was surprised and relieved to see that Martina and Vlad had retreated into another part of the building. Even though she and Booth were alone, she still stepped close to him and lowered her voice, wanting privacy for the moment.

"I don't understand it. I've never felt this way before."

Booth accepted the admission and quickly closed the gap between them and gathered his partner in his arms. "I missed you too, Temperance. That's why I came. I was homesick, too."

She looked at him skeptically. "But you've been in DC the entire time that I've been gone. I don't know what any of this means."

"It means, Bones, that you are my home. The second your plane took off, I missed you. And every day that you have been gone, I've missed you more. Don't you get it? I've been homesick for you."

Brennan rested her head on Booth's shoulder, the weight of his confession settling upon her. She sighed a bit as she revealed the full truth of what she felt. "I did miss you. I missed the lab, and Angela and the team, and..."

Whatever else she missed was unknown, because Booth closed the final distance between them when he pressed his lips to hers. She gasped a bit, not exactly expecting the intensity and passion that she felt in the kiss. He pulled back, realizing that he may have gone a step too far. Instantly, her hand wrapped around the back of his head and pulled his mouth back to hers. They continued to kiss, losing all sense of time until they were interrupted by the clearing of a throat.

Several colleagues were now standing in the lobby. Martina seemed to be the first to regain the power of speech. "We are so sorry to interrupt, Dr. Brennan, but we were going to lunch. Would you and your friend like to join us?"

Brennan and Booth separated, wiping their mouths in embarrassment. Brennan recovered quickly, and place her hand on Booth's arm.

"Thank you for the invitation, but we have other plans. I am going to take Booth here and show him the sights. I'd really like to show him the Charles Bridge, and take him to Malá Strana. I want to show him the Infant of Prague."

"You're willingly taking me inside a church?" She looked at him quizzically. "That's right. I'm a constant surprise." He leaned in and kissed her swiftly before she could comment. He looked victorious at her speechlessness. He waved at the small crowd. "It was very nice to meet you all. Come on, Bones. Let's get out of here, I've got a lot of city to see."

The group called out of chorus of good-byes, and Brennan gathered enough of her sanity to say "Dobrý den" to her assistant, and allow Booth to guide her out of the building.

The sun was setting as Booth and Brennan strolled arm in arm along the Charles Bridge. Brennan paused at an artist packing up her wares. She spoke to the girl in her native tongue and was soon the proud owner of several beautiful paintings of the city.

Booth took the package from her hands and carried it under his arm. His free hand extended out and grabbed his partner's.

Brennan stepped closer to his side before speaking. "The girl reminded me of Angela. I think she will like the one of the city at night, and she will appreciate me supporting the arts."

Booth picked up her hand and grazed his lips across it. He figured that the girl would be able to afford her rent for several months based on the amount that Brennan undoubtedly gave her. "Who are the other paintings for?"

"One for each of us. I want to be able to remember our time here together."

"Like we could ever forget." They continued to stroll for a minute before Booth spoke again. "When can you fly back to DC? Are you ready to get out of here yet?"

"I have a few responsibilities to finish up here, it will be several days before I can leave. And honestly, I'm in no hurry to leave here." Booth looked disappointed, but she smiled at him and his face relaxed. "As long as you are here, I won't miss DC as much."

"You won't miss home?"

Her smile became even wider as she turned to face him. "Don't you get it? When I'm with you, I am home." She pressed her lips to his. He dropped the package in favor of holding her closer and deepening the kiss. When a need for oxygen became apparent, they separated, and Booth rested his forehead on hers.

"Welcome home, Bones."

"Welcome home, Booth."