Disclaimer: I still don't own Bones, all to it's respective owners.

Authors Note: Okay, here is chapter two, enjoy! I'm now on holidays, so I may have a chance to write. I'm enjoying writing this! Will update as soon as I can!

They arrived at the airport and boarded. Once seated Brennan started reading her Anthropology journal, Booth was tired after the long drive so he got some sleep.

"I'm going to get some sleep, Bones."

"Okay Booth, get some rest."

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Once they had gotten off the plane, they changed their watches to the suitable time frame.

" Two pm" said Brennan quietly.

"Just think, Bones, usually we would be asleep." Booth sighed.

Brennan laughed contently at Booth's blank statement.

They had to reach a connecting train at the station, so that's what they did.

On the train Brennan continued reading her Anthropology Journal, while Booth did what Booth does best, sleep.

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The train ride went quite fast, they were in Victoria an hour later.

" Booth, Booth, wake up, we're in Victoria now. Booth..."

Booth.. Booth.. Booth?

He could here her words rousing in his mind, but took a minute to wake up.

"BOOTH!" She shook Booth lightly, He sat up within seconds.

"Sorry, Bones, I don't know what got into me."

"It's okay, are you alright now?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Now lets head off before the train leaves again." Booth sighed.

They walked off the train, and went out to catch a taxi, so they could get to their motel.

The ride was quiet, getting through the city centre seemed to take forever. Both were to tired to speak, so neither of them did.

They paid then headed into the hotel.

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As they walked into their motel room, they heard the same suspicious noises coming from the room two doors down from theirs.

"Can you hear that, Booth?"

"Yeah, I did. It sounds like someone yelling."

"More than one person, Booth. Possibly two."

At that exact moment a person ran out of the room - a female. Booth raced to stop her.

"Are you okay?" asked Booth politely.

"Umm, I'm fine, thanks." The woman was obviously in a hurry.

"Okay," Booth said, letting her slip away. The woman ran off.

"Booth," murmured Brennan, "she dropped something." She bent over to pick up a small card, and handed it to Booth, who was watching her with suspiciously keen interest.

"Well, at least we know who she is." Booth started fossiking around in Brennan's bag for an evidence bag.

"We will have a better look at it tomorrow." Brennan stifled a yawn.

They continued walking up to their room and got ready for bed.

"Goodnight, Bones."

"Goodnight, Booth."