Right ok i decided to continue this cause well i just couldnt leave it!! it was suppossed to be like just before the start of season four but you know what thats not coming for another month and we have to stay occupied somehow right!!

lol

Gracie (bonesmad)

"…Ok" Booth turned and walked from the office. Angela turned to Hodgins.

"Please tell me he didn't just say ok!" she said. " He's not going to just leave it at that is he!"

"I don't know Ange." He said. She put down the file she was holding and stormed out to door after him. He was running across the lab but she couldn't bring her self run after him she just went in a quick stride. he was just entering Brennan's office when she caught up.

"Booth!" he didn't turn to her. He moved swiftly straight over to the desk.

"Yes Ange?" he asked.

"Well?" she put her hand on her hip.

"Well what?" he flicked through sheets of paper causing some of them to fly onto the floor.

"Well what are you going to do?"

"About what?"

"Bren! You aren't just going to leave her go are you?"

"You did." He said still not looking at her, and now searching through the desk drawers, he pulled one so quickly it fell out onto his foot.

"You know as well as I do that she doesn't listen to anyone anymore but you!"

"Ange…" he picked the contents up cursing under his breath.

"No listen Booth! we've already lost Zach I can't handle losing Brennan too! You have to go bring her back." She said, then he looked up.

"Ange…" she interrupted again.

"No I don't care if you think this is good for her or her career! I know you don't what her to leave just as much, if not more then I do! Booth you have to go after her!"

"Ange…" he tried again moving over to the computer.

""Stop Ange-ing me!" she snapped. "Why are you still here! Why aren't you on your way over there! And don't give me a big spiel about how you have no reason to bring her back because come on! We all know you do! So go get her back! What are you doing!"

"Ange…" he started again she opened her mouth to protest but he raised his hand. "…Stop! Give me two minutes and then you can give out to me again." he put his head down and entered her password into the computer.

"You know her password?" he looked up at her again. "Sorry." He found what he was looking for and pressed one more button he walked over to the printer.

"Ok are you finished yelling at me?" he said looking at the page.

"Booth why are you so calm! She's gone! I have a horrible feeling that she's going to take that job and we'll never see her again! how are you so calm."

" Do I really seem calm to you Angela! I just tore Brennan's office apart looking for this!" he held up the sheet of paper.

"Well…" she looked around the room. "…What is it?"

"Bones itinerary!" he smiled and ran out the door.

"Yes!" she smiled and went off to tell Hodgins.

Brennan blinked as the light outside the plane hit her. It was raining. Her first step onto English soil in her latest trip and it was wet. She pulled her printed out itinerary from her bag and checked what time the taxi the museum had booked for her was due to arrive. She had a half an hour to pass before it arrived. Finding a bench outside the airport she sat down. As she went to take her phone out of her bag, it fell off her lap and a few things fell out onto the footpath. Sighing she bent down to pick her bits and pieces up, as she reached for her second copy of the manuscript of her latest book (her first one had disappeared) another pair of hands took it up.

"Thank you," she said and looked up at the face that belonged to the hands. Her blue eyes met a pair of dark green ones that took her by surprise. The eyes were just part of a very well structured face, high cheek bones, a strong jaw and short reddish hair.

"No problem." A gleaming white set of teeth smiled at her. The stranger turned away for a second and picked up something else. Brennan was still looking at him when he turned back to her. "Your child's?" he said still smiling. Brennan couldn't speak for a minute.

"Oh no!" she laughed, not even looking at what he was holding.

"'Cause every grown woman carries a toy pig in her bag." She didn't know what he was on about. She looked at what was in his hand. Jasper.

"Oh that's Jasper." She said forgetting that, that made no sense to anyone but herself and Booth.

"Ah your toy pig has a name." he laughed.

"Sorry it's just a keepsake. A present of sorts." The last thing she needed to do was think about Booth again.

"Oh right." They both stood up. "So you're a writer?" he asked gesturing towards the manuscript.

"On the side." She put everything into her bag. "Thank you… eh"

"Paul." He said offering his hand. She shook it.

"Temperance."

"Not Temperance Brennan? The anthropologist."

"Yes!" she said slightly shocked. Not many people refer to her as 'the anthropologist' it was normally 'the author'.

"Well there's a coincidence for you I'm your lift!" he said. She looked at him.

"I'm supposed to be getting a taxi." She said.

"Oh didn't the director ring you? the cabbies are on strike! I was available so I offered to come collect you myself!" he said. She still wasn't sure.

"Oh i.d. right." He reached into his pocket and pulled his wallet out. "Dr Paul Wilson. Head of Archaeology in the British Royal Museum." He handed his card to her.

"Ok I can believe you now!"

"Will we get you to the Museum." He picked up her bag and started walking towards the car. She watched him walk away still holding his Museum identification. "You coming?"

She nodded and followed him to his car.

Booth stepped onto the plane and took his seat. Once the seatbelt light had gone off he reached into the over head compartment and pulled a manuscript out of his bag. He had found it in her office a few days ago and since that had been before he had found out that she was going to London, he had figured that she wouldn't mind if he borrowed it. And now it could be a very bad reason for him to be in London if he needed it. He settled back in his seat and opened up the book.