"Let's go to the beach," Angela proposes.
"What's at the beach?" Temperance asks her.
"The sun, and sand, and the ocean,"
"But..."
"I think that we should go. Just the girls,"
"What girls?" Brennan asks to clarify.
"Me and you. We'll have such a good time,"
"I don't know,"
"Come on. Live a little," Angela begs her.
"When?"
"Let's see it's June. What about the week of July 4th,"
"What beach are we going to go to? Can we go to one that is relaxed,"
"So not Virginia, or Myrtle,"
"Right,"
"I'll see what I can do,"
"Why do you want to go on vacation without Jack?"
"I don't necessarily. I just need some time to chill out. No work, no beau. Just hang out on the beach with my toes in the sand sipping a tropical drink, and having girl talk,"
"Ok," she agrees.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I don't see why not,"
"Are you sure?"
"Uh huh,"
"Alright then," she smiles.
They leave for the beach early in the morning of the 4th. They arrive at the beach during the middle of the day. The grab a bite, and unpack. Both tired from getting up early they decide to turn in early and hit the beach in the morning.
9 a.m. July 5th Temperance wakes up and finds Angela standing over her.
"What?"
"Come on get up. It's beautiful let's go to the beach,"
"Ok. Go ahead. I'll meet you down there,"
"Do you want me to take a chair for you?"
"Sure," she agrees.
Temperance makes her way down to the beach about 15 minutes later. She finds Angela. She's walking along the beach looking for shells.
"What are you doing?" Temperance asks her.
"I'm looking for seashells,"
"Found any good ones?"
"I've found a few, but none of them are the one I'm looking for,"
"You're looking for a specific sea shell?"
"No I just have an idea of what I want in a shell,"
Temperance just raises an eyebrow.
"Jack told me to bring him back a shell,"
"And?"
"I just want it to be the perfect shell,"
"We've got the rest of the week. Let's go sit down for a while," she suggests.
Angela nods as she pushes her sunglasses back up her nose.
They find their beach chairs and sit down carefully. Temperance looks between the chairs.
"What are those?"
"Shovels and buckets,"
"Are you digging a grave with a child's shovel?"
"No I thought that we, or a least I would build a sand castle,"
"Oh," she sighs.
"Did you put sun screen on?"
"Yes. Did you?"
"No. Sweetie I don't burn,"
"Suit yourself, but I don't want to hear any complaints when you get skin cancer," Temperance tells her.
"Do you have something on your mind?"
She nods.
"What?"
"I think that I did something... that I shouldn't have,"
"You think that you did?"
"I don't exactly remember,"
"What do you mean you don't remember?"
"I was intoxicated," she answers.
"What do you think you did and with who?"
"I don't really think that I did, but it's possible,"
"Go on,"
"The night..."
"That you got drunk with Seeley," she says for her.
"Yes. We were very drunk. We took a cab home. But I don't remember anything until my alarm clock went off the next morning,"
"Do you remember the cab ride?"
"No,"
"What is the last thing you remember?"
"Getting in the cab,"
"Oh. So why do you think that something happened?"
"I'm getting there,"
"Wait did this thing you thought you may have done happen with Booth?"
She nods shamefully.
"So what reasoning do you have?"
"I found his watch in my apartment,"
"So he's a gentleman he probably walked you in since you were so drunk,"
"I agree,"
"But?"
"Then why did I find his watch next to my bed?"
"That's a good question,"
"I thought that maybe I was too drunk to get to my room. I thought that maybe he carried me to my bed, and then it slipped off there,"
"But?"
"When I woke up my clothes were all over my room,"
"That's not that unusual especially if you were drunk,"
"I wasn't wearing any underwear when I woke up,"
"So?"
She just looks at Angela. She gets up and starts to walk away.
"Where are you going?"
"Into the ocean," she answers.
As the water hits her feet she feels as if someone is watching her. She looks up and sees a man staring at her.
"Can I help you?" she asks.
"I thought that it was you,"
"Excuse me?"
"About a month ago I was your cab driver,"
"Oh," she sighs.
"So did you and your boyfriend have a good night after you got home?"
"My boyfriend?"
"I just assumed that he was your boyfriend the way you two were going at it in the backseat,"
"What do you mean going at it?" she blinks.
"You were making out, and rolling all over the seat. You left one of your shoes in my cab,"
"Thank you for letting me know,"
"Did you get in safe?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your boyfriend, he almost dropped you getting out of the cab,"
"Uh yeah I got in fine. Thank you,"
"Well enjoy your vacation miss," he tells her and walks away.
Angela moves in as the man moves away.
"Did you know him?"
"Not really, but he knows me,"
"What do you mean?"
"He was our cab driver,"
"Our?"
"Yeah he took Booth and I home from the bar,"
"Did he give you any insight?"
"He told me that I left one of my shoes in his car,"
"Anything else?"
"He told me that my boyfriend and I were going at it in the backseat,"
"Oh,"
"Don't say anything,"
"I wasn't going to,"
"But?"
"What happens if you guys did have sex?"
"Nothing. I don't remember, and neither does he,"
"But what if you do?"
"Do what?"
"Do remember eventually? Does it change..."
"It doesn't change anything,"
"Why are you so hard headed?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Can't you just admit that you have a thing for him?"
"A thing?"
"A crush,"
"I do not," she insists.
"Liar!"
"I don't have a crush on him,"
"Trust me sweetheart you have a crush on him, if not more,"
"Why are you an expert?"
"Because I have to put up with you guys all day at work. You bicker like a married couple,"
"Thanks for the support," she jokes.
"I'm just saying,"
"Saying what exactly?"
"You two have... what is it that Sweets says... oh yeah a deep emotional connection,"
Temperance rolls her eyes and wades into the water.
"Come back here. This conversation isn't over," Angela insists.
"Then you better come get me," Temperance tells her as she swims away.