A/N: Thanks to all the people who have put this story on alert or actually took the time to review :). Thought it best to warn you that we have absolutely no idea where this story is heading. Unlike many of the brilliant authors on this site, we (*cough*Enna*cough*) didn't think as far as to making an actual plot for it :P. So if you wish to run interference, just let us know – any suggestions are welcome (except for killing off Hannah). Enjoy. Or not. Up to you :)

Disclaimer: Despite what he's put them through, BONES and it's characters happily belong to Hart Hanson and not us. We wouldn't have been as evil as to send them to separate parts of the world- we don't think.

"See, I knew I wouldn't like her," Angela said as the waiter placed her and Brennan's pizza on the table.
" Because she's a reporter?" Brennan asked.
"Because she's a blonde reporter," Angela corrected, receiving a confused look from Brennan.
" Given the case we're currently working on and how the media's interpretation of it it risking Cam's position at the Jeffersonian, I can understand why you may not like the fact that Hannah is a reporter," Brennan said. " But I fail to see the relevance of her hair colour."
" And that's why I love you and we leave the intuition stuff to me," Angela sighed as she began to eat her pizza. The confused look remained on Brennan's face as she tried to comprehend what her friend had said. There were a lot of things that Angela said that she didn't get. Normally she would ask Booth to try and interpret for her, but she rationalized that it probably wouldn't be a good idea in this case.
" So, how long has Hannah and Booth been dating?" Angela said, cutting through Brennan's thought process.
" Booth said he asked her on their first date approximately five months ago, though they have known each other for the entire seven we have been away," Brennan said, grateful her friend had finally asked for some facts. Angela pulled a face.
" He asked her out after two months? I really don't like this," She said.
" Is that what your fictional 'sixth sense' your pregnancy supposedly gave you, telling you?" Brennan asked, attempting humour.
" Yes sweetie, it is," Angela said, smiling. " And it's telling me that Hannah is bad news for Booth."
" Ange, surely if there was something wrong with Hannah, Booth would know about it now," Brennan reasoned. " I think you've spent too much time around Hodgins, that and add your pregnancy hormones, it's made become paranoid of new people."
"OK, I'll admit the hormones are making me unstable, but the sense is never wrong," Angela said. "Believe me, this will end in tears."
" I'm irrationally looking forward to the end of the nine months of your pregnancy, so you'll stop claiming to have a non existent sixth sense," Brennan grumbled as she ate. Angela smiled.
"Sorry sweetie, by then it's called mother's instinct," She said, glancing at her watch. " Oh lord, is that the time already? We have to go before Jack calls his people to send a search party for me."
"That's alright, you can just drop me off at the lab," Brennan said as they both got up.
" Ha ha, nice try sweetie, I'm taking you home," The other woman said, leaving the check and money on the table.
" But my car is there!" Brennan argued.
"OK, fine, we'll go back to get your car," Angela relented. "But I'm tailgating you all the way back to your place."

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" Bones! C'mon Bones, open up!" Booth called, banging on the door as loud as he could. He really needed to get his spare key off her again. " I come bearing breakfast and coffee!" After waiting for what felt like ages to him, he balanced the coffee and bagels in one hand and flipped open his phone.
"Brennan."
" Hey, Bones, it's me."
" I know, your name showed up on the ID Booth. What did you want?" That was his Bones.
" Where the hell are you? I've been standing outside your apartment for ages," Booth said.
" I'm at the lab, working on the body," came the reply. " Why are you at my apartment at seven in the morning Booth?"
" Got a suspect. I was planning on picking you up on the way to the Hoover building to interrogate the guy," Booth said, making his way to the elevator.
" At seven in the morning?"
" Interrogation waits for no man Bones. I'll come and pick you up."
"Why? I'm better suited here with the body." Something wasn't right. Brennan always insisted on watching him interrogate the suspects, no matter what the time was. They hadn't changed that much, had they?
" C'mon Bones, it's our thing," He said. " I grill them, you watch and feed me squinty information I can use, we go for coffee afterwards." He heard her sigh on the other end and knew that he had won.
" You do realise 'squinty' isn't actually a word?"
" Yes, I made up a word. Look Bones, it's too early for this, I am coming to get you OK"
" Fine. I can tell I have little say in the situation." She sounded resigned, but he chose to ignore her tone, just happy that she gave in.
" Great! I'll be about twenty minutes. See ya soon Bones!" Without waiting to hear a goodbye, he snapped his phone shut, whistling tunelessly as he made his way to the car.

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" Timothy Sagara, 34. Was last seen with the victim on the day she was reported missing. Witnesses saw Kate walk into his office where the proceeded to enter an argument," Brennan said, reading off the file Booth had offered as she got into the car. " Do we know what the argument was about?"
Booth shook his head, keeping his eyes on the road.
" That's one of the things I'm gonna ask him when we get there," He said.
" We don't have any real evidence to classify Sagara as a suspect," Brennan stated.
" Sure we do, Cam e-mailed me this morning," Booth said. " Look in the file, it's even got your report in it Bones." Brennan flipped through the pages until she finally saw her own words.
" So we have something to link Sagara to the fractures on the skull?" Brennan asked, checking the file for the answer to her question.
" The guy runs a little auto shop on the side," Booth said.
" And the bio-fuel he uses matches the particulates Hodgins found embedded in the skull," Brennan finished for him. " Seems pretty opened and closed to me then."
" It's open and shut Bones, and it's never that easy." Booth gave her a quick glance as he shifted in his seat. " Hey Bones, we're all good aren't we?" The question made Brennan look up from the file and at her partner.
" Of course we are Booth, why do you ask?"
" Well it's just, for most of the case, you've been holed up at the lab," Booth started to explain. " We don't hang out as much as we used to before we left, you know?"
" Well seeing as you have a girlfriend, I certainly hope not," Brennan said. " It would hardly be fair on Hannah if you spent as much time with me as you used to. As for me being in the lab, the anthropologist Cam hired to replace me made a complete mess with all the cataloging. So add that and the additional pressures that have been put on the case, I thought my time was best spent at the Jeffersonian."
" So it has nothing to do with me dating Hannah?" Booth asked cautiously.
" No, of course not. I barely know her and from the brief time we did meet, she seemed very likable," Brennan assured him.
" So, we're good?"
" I thought I had already answered that question." She always hated it when she had to repeat herself. Booth smiled and tapped happily on the steering wheel.
" Great! Now let's go and question the bad guy!"