AN: Thanks for all of the reviews and adds. Here's more. Enjoy!
"Welcome to Serendipity!"
She couldn't deny how beautiful the island was. The resort only added to its splendor. Traveling was something she rarely did. In fact, the last time she'd left the New York/ New Jersey area was when she went to Oregon undercover three or four years ago. So to be here in this gorgeous warm weather on a tropical island, especially when she had more important things to do, stunned her.
"When was the last time you went on vacation, El?"
"Well, there was that time I went to Prague…"
"For work," Olivia finished. "We really are the job aren't we?"
"Someone's got to do it."
Olivia sighed and looked around at the other "couples." She wondered if any of them were just partners, like her and Elliot, whose boss had decided they needed some serious help. There were two blondes who looked very awkward around each other. They stood about three feet apart, staring past one another. Definitely some issues there. The other couples all looked the same: somber yet hopeful.
Then her eyes fell on them. He was whispering something into her ear, and she was trying to suppress a smile. They looked like they didn't belong here; they looked happy.
"A whole week without dead bodies and rape victims. I can't remember the last time that happened," Elliot mumbled.
"Even when I was in Oregon playing tree-hugger, a rape case fell into my lap."
"How?"
"Doesn't matter. Needless to say I solved it."
"Now you're just bragging."
Olivia smirked. "Maybe we should be paying attention to the introduction."
"You think?"
She shot him another look before focusing on the man who had welcomed them to Serendipity. But she couldn't really focus. She and Elliot weren't fighting anymore and they hadn't even started the program yet. Olivia wondered if it was too late to get out of here before these people opened an unwanted can of worms.
"You'll each be undergoing couple's therapy daily to…" the man was saying.
"Whoa, whoa hold up," the man who looked happy interrupted. "Couple's therapy? We're not even a couple."
"Sweets was trying to warn us…"
"Bones, we don't need more therapy. We have Sweets for that crap."
"Perhaps he thought we weren't sharing everything we should be."
"The two of you are here for a reason," the owner told them. "While yes, we are known for fixing failing marriages here, we're also capable of fixing friendships."
"There's nothing wrong with our friendship. We're partners. FBI."
"You're FBI. I'm a forensic anthropologist with the Jeffersonian… and an author."
FBI? Great, that's just what she needed right now: a reminder of Porter. At least they weren't the only partners here…
"Dr. Sweets and I are old friends, Agent Booth. If he believed that you and Dr. Brennan had reason to be here…" the owner started.
"Sweets believes a lot of things, Dr. Batcher," Booth, was it, said.
Dr. Batcher was the owner's name. Good to know. She and Elliot must have talked through that…
"Do we at least get separate rooms?" Agent Booth asked.
"I'm afraid you don't."
Elliot and Olivia exchanged an "I told you so" glance.
"Oh this is just great," Agent Booth mumbled.
His partner reached out and touched his shoulder.
"Booth," she whispered.
He looked back at her and gave her a small smile before gesturing for Dr. Batcher to continue. Olivia saw her own partnership in them. He was full of anger and she was the person who kept him grounded.
"Our staff will show you to your rooms."
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"Did you really have to make such a scene back there?" Brennan whispered.
"Since when do you care about me 'making a scene?'" Booth asked.
"Everyone was staring at us."
"Again, Bones, why do you care?"
"Here's your room," the staff member stated. "Your luggage should already be inside."
They thanked him and he left.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't broadcast our lives to the entire resort."
"Did you just use a figure of speech?"
"Booth."
"Bones, all I did was tell them that we were partners and not a couple. There's only one bed."
"But you still didn't have to…"
"Did you want people to think that we were a couple? You can have the bed, I'll take the couch."
"No, Booth, it's not that."
"Then what is it, Bones?" Cause you're confusing the hell out of me."
"I'm a bit confused as well."
"What?"
"Just forget about it. You said you'd be sleeping on the couch?"
"Uh yeah, unless you want it."
"No, I'm satisfied with the bed."
Brennan sat down on the bed and Booth took a seat next to her.
"You'd tell me if something was bothering you, wouldn't you?"
She looked over at him. His eyes were full of concern.
"Yes," she whispered.
He could feel her breath on his lips. God, he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her until she believed in love, until she loved him.
"Booth?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
"I was just remembering something."
"What?"
A smile spread across her face. Booth figured she'd figured it out. Bones was smart like that.
"Come on," she smirked, patting his knee. "We've only got 30 minutes before we need to go down for group therapy."
"Group therapy?"
"It's just one giant camp of psychology. No wonder Sweets wanted us to come here."
"And here I thought I was getting a vacation."
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It had been awkward. They'd spotted each other upon their arrival at Serendipity and had slowly made their way together. Neither one spoke. They stood a good distance apart, not being able to look at the other directly. They were quiet as they were led to their room and as they unpacked.
Cameron sat down on the bed, fidgeting with her necklace. Chase stood in the doorway to the bedroom. He watched her as she looked anywhere but at him.
"Do you really think this will work?" he asked softly.
"I don't know," she whispered.
"Do you want it to work?"
"How can you even ask me that?"
"You haven't even looked at me since we've been here."
She finally allowed her gaze to meet his.
"I thought you liked 'fixing things,'" Chase told her.
"Those were House's words. Not mine."
"God, he's everywhere!"
"He was a part of our lives."
"He still is a part of mine. He's the reason why we're here."
Cameron started to say something, but then decided against it and went back to staring at the floor.
"Do you want to get back together?" Chase asked after a moment of silence.
"I came, didn't I?"
"Ally, if they ask what went wrong, we can't tell them that I killed a person."
"So we'll tell them that you misdiagnosed him and he died. That's what happened wasn't it?"
"Give or take…"
Cameron got up and moved over to the window.
"You know, you're the only person who's ever called me Ally."
"Why's that?"
"I wouldn't let them. I've always hated the name, except for when you say it. Must be the accent or something."
He found himself laughing. God, it felt good to laugh.
"I've missed you," Chase whispered.
Cameron turned away from the window to look at him.
"I've missed you too."
AN: Sorry this chapter was kind of short. I felt like this was a good stopping spot, so I stopped. Haha Love is always appreciated! ;)