A/N: Okay, so I'm trying really hard to write every day but my work doesn't let me and it sucks. This chapter is long, but is way better than the two first ones (at least to me) I hope you like it, I had a lot of fun writing it. Brennan and Sully are finally here!!!
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The valet was quickly beside Angela's car as the brunet and the blonde started to unload their bags from the trunk. The boys already had their bags piled beside the car. Everyone was still taking in their surroundings. The many delivery vans were lined up, each painted in a light tone of pink. As the girls bags were loaded into a small cart the boys made their way to the entrance along with Angela and Rebecca.
"Didn't Bones said it would be a small wedding?" asked Booth as they crossed the entrance door. Inside, they were greeted with a large sophisticated lounge. The walls were painted in a very light tone of yellow and many paintings decorated them The floor was made out of a dark wood, and Parker was amused to see that his image reflected back at him. The mahogany furniture was adorned with large vases, and white roses colored the room.
"She said it would be just us and maybe Sully's parents," Angela said, locating the front desk. Walking over she was greeted by a petite blonde woman with green eyes, not looking older than twenty-five.
"Hello, welcome to the Roseville Inn. My name is Katherine, how can I help you?" she said, her British accent making every word seem like poetry.
"Hi, I made reservations for three rooms. It's under Angela Montenegro," said the artist.
"Just one minute," Katherine said as she typed something on the keyboard. Quickly the information came, "Yes, we have your rooms all set up. You are here for the wedding, right?" she asked.
"Yes, we are," answered Angela.
"Is there more than one wedding this week?" asked Booth, and Katherine diverted her eyes to the tall man.
"No, there is only one. Our inn is large, but there are only enough rooms to one wedding party," she said, smiling widely to Booth.
"All the rooms are booked?" asked Rebecca, alarmed.
"Yes, they are. Is there a problem?" Katherine asked, her brow furrowed.
"No, it's just… My friend, Temperance said that the inn was almost empty. She said it was basically just her, her fiancé and a couple of elderly people," said Angela.
"The other guests arrived yesterday. All the rooms were booked for the wedding on the same day you called to book yours," Katherine said, "I'll get your keys," she said and turned her back to them.
Angela took this time to voice her thoughts, "What the hell is going on?"
"Angela, watch your language," warned Booth, covering Parker's ears.
"Sorry, honey, it's a reflex," she said, sending Booth an apologetic smile, "Back to business, what is going on here? Brennan never said that she was inviting anyone else. I didn't even know she had this many friends".
"Maybe they're all Sully's friends," said Hodgins, watching his girlfriend scrambling her brains for an answer.
"Maybe," she said, and as a cue Katherine appeared with three keys dangling on her hand.
"Here are the keys, and I hope you enjoy your stay. Your bags will be carried to your rooms, and if you need anything, just call the front desk," Katherine said as she handed the keys to Angela. Rebecca then leaned over the desk.
"Could you maybe point us to the groom and bride?" she asked.
"I'm sorry, but we don't disclose information about other guests," she said in a very professional tone. Booth then leaned over the desk beside Rebecca, sending Katherine a dazzling smile.
"Look Kathy, can I call you Kathy?" she smiled widely at him, "We just want to know where they are right now, we don't need any room information. Please?"
She looked uncertain for a second, but her smile came back as she gazed at Booth, "Fine, you all go to your rooms and I'll send a bellboy when I locate the couple", she said, and reaching out she ran her fingers over his hand, "And you can call me Kat".
Angela and Rebecca exchanged looks before saying in unison, "Men," and with that they all turned to walk to the stairs. As they started to climb the steps a question was raised by Zach, "Who's going to share a room with whom?"
Every pair of eyes in the room turned to Angela, "What? You want me to decide? Okay. Jack stays with me, Rebecca stays with Parker and Zach can stay with Booth", Angela said as they reached their floor.
"I'm not sharing a room with the kid," Booth said, pointing at Zach.
"I'm fairly certain that agent Booth will shoot me in my sleep," said Zach, his eyes begging for a change of setting.
"Fine, then… Okay, I can stay with Rebecca, Zach can stay with Jack and Booth stays with his son. Every okay with this?"
"I am. I like to stay with my daddy," said Parker, glancing up from his game boy.
"I'm not," said Hodgins, "I much rather sleep with you, Ange".
"Yeah, but you'll live and no-one will get shot, I hope," she said, pointing a finger to the trigger-happy agent, "So, everyone, off to your rooms and when Kat sends the bellboy, you'll call the rest Booth," Angela said, turning on her heels to her respective room.
Luckily, they were all next to each other. Angela and Rebecca got in the room 245, to their right Booth and Parker got the 244, and Hodgins and Zach were situated in the number 246. Their bags were waiting in Angela's room, so she and Rebecca distributed them for their respective owners.
"This is gorgeous", said Angela when she finally had the time to take in the room. The decoration was quite similar to the lounge, the walls were a light yellow, paintings adorned them, and white roses were standing on the nightstand, "And look at these beds," she told Rebecca, pointing at the two queen size beds. Running towards the one near the window, she childishly dropped herself in a thud, disarraying the covers.
"So I take that you want the one by the window?" asked Rebecca laughing.
"You don't mind?" Angela asked, hugging the pillows.
"No, not at all," said the blonde, dropping her bag in the bag.
"Look, they put chocolate under the pillow," Angela said, showing the candy, "And their Swedish. My favorite," she said, finally getting up from the bed to get her suitcase.
"Do you think it'll have any problems with this wedding?" asked Rebecca as she opened her bag. Taking out pile by pile of clothes, she decided to use the time they had to unpack. Following Rebecca's lead, Angela started to do the same.
"Knowing Booth, Sully and Brennan, I can certainly say that we are in for a lot of trouble," said Angela, opening the first drawer inside the closet to put all her top and blouses. A silent agreement was made between the women, the right side was Angela's, the right one was Rebecca's.
"Knowing them I'm sure it will have many catastrophic situations," said Rebecca while lining up her shoes.
"At least we'll have fun," said Angela laughing as she admired her work. For someone who packs as much as she does, she unpacks pretty quickly.
Neatly arranging her toiletries in the bathroom sink Rebecca walked back to the room to see Angela standing in front of the mirror wearing only her panties and bra, trying to decide what to wear.
"Put on a dress", suggested Rebecca, taking off her own clothes.
"Good idea," looking through the closet, Angela picked a light green dress with spaghetti straps, the hem reaching her knees. Putting it on, she was satisfied with the result it had along with her sandals. Turning to face Rebecca she was surprised to find her already dresses in a blue top and skirt.
"I work fast, I have a kid remember?" she said laughing. At this, someone knocked on the door. Opening the door, Seeley Booth pushed his head inside the room.
"The bellboy came, Bones and Sully are in the apple orchard," said Booth, holding the door open for the women to step out. All the men were expecting them on the hall.
"There's an apple orchard here?" asked Angela, frowning. She didn't notice it.
"It's behind the main house," said Booth, having asked the same question to the bellboy, "Everyone ready?" he asked.
"Are you?" asked Angela, her meaning not lost in the agent.
"Yes I am," he said, his voice more confident than he felt.
"Okay then," turning, Angela led the way to the stairs. Descending slowly not to fall on her heels, she supported herself on Jack, linking their arms. He smiled at her, sending a kiss. Parkers bounced up and down, excitedly telling his mother and father everything he wanted to do. The small boy had a lot of energy.
When they reached the lounge, Angela asked for information on how to get to the orchard. A tall man she recognized as the valet that helped them instructed the directions, and the artist politely thanked him. Following the mental map she made with the coordinates they crossed the lounge, the restaurant until they reached the glass doors on the further side of the inn.
As they stepped outside, the view took their breath away. The apple orchard was extended until their eyes could see. The last rays of the sun illuminated the way, and at the very far end, the mountains completed the England country side.
They all just stood there, admiring the sunset, that was until the fatal question came, "How are we going to fin them in here?" asked Zach, the first to tare his eyes from the view. It was always up to the young boy to say what everyone was thinking.
"The bellboy say that for security measures, the guests are instructed to stay close to the entrance of the orchard, to avoid getting lost," said Booth. They descend the stair, reaching the entrance.
"Are we going to split up to find them?" asked Hodgins. Booth held up a finger at him, as if asking for silent.
"We won't have to," said Booth, pointing at his right, "They're that way," he said walking towards the supposed noise.
"What was that? Are you a bloodhound? He went into sniper mode," said Hodgins, laughing with Angela as they followed the agent. Soon the voices became clear for the rest of then as the image of Temperance Brennan came into view.
"Sully, come on. It's almost dark," she said, holding up a basked as apples were falling from the tree.
"Come on, the sun is not even down yet," came Sully's reply. From what they could observe, he was up on the tree. He continued to throw the apples down, and Brennan caught most of them, laughing.
"Tempe," came a small scream and Brennan turned startled to see Parker running towards her. Dropping on her knees she hugged the boy hard, getting up with him balanced on her hip.
"Hey guys," she greeted her friends as they approached the scientist. Her vacation look was quite different from the serious Dr. Brennan they saw everyday in the lab. Her red dress flowed around her small frame as her hair fell in waves around her face. Barefooted, her sandals lay forgotten under the tree.
"Sweetie, you've been holding out on us," said Angela as she hugged and kissed her best friend, still holding Parker on her hip.
"Why?" she asked as the rest came to get their hugs.
"Tempe, it's so good to see you," said Rebecca as she hugged Brennan, extracting her son from the cinnamon haired woman.
"Dr. Brennan," called Zach awkwardly, "I hope you're enjoying your vacation," he said, smiling a very small smile.
"Yes, I am," she said, turning to face Hodgins, "And how are you? Still putting up with Angela?" she asked as he hugged her.
"Hey," came Angela's offended yelp, "I'm the one that has to put up with him and his theories," she said laughing as he glared at her.
Last but not least came Booth. Standing a little further from the rest, he was uncertain as to how they should approach each other. Their last encounter wasn't pleasant, and a lot was left unsaid as she dropped the bomb on him. Now, standing there before him, she was silent and calm, a small smile playing on her lips as she watched him scrambling his brain for the perfect way to proceed.
"You think too much," she said suddenly, and then he realized that he was standing in front of her, lost in his thoughts.
"Too much time spent with you," he said with a smile. She stepped towards him, and he opened his arms as an invitation that she took.
"It's really good to see you, Booth," she said into his chest.
"It's good to see you too," he said, enjoying the feel of her body against his.
"Hey my little Newton, come up here and we'll test this whole law of gravity thing," Booth and Brennan jumped apart at the sound of Sully's voice from up the tree. He didn't notice the presence of her friends as he started to throw apples down again. Standing closer to the tree she didn't have time to dodge from the apple that came, hitting her in the head.
"Ouch, son of a…" she said, looking up to see that the apples were still falling. Bending over, she picked up one of the apples that fell on the ground, "Sul?" she called and he peaked his head through the leaves.
"Yes?" as he looked at her he didn't realized what her intention was. Throwing the apple, she hit him square in the face and he lost his balance, falling on a loud thud on the ground.
"Ouch, that hurt," he wined. Looking around, for the first time he realized that they weren't alone, "Hey everyone," he greeted, smiling with embarrassment.
"Hey Sully," said Angela, and again everyone proceeded with their greetings. Booth shook Sully's hand and both used a larger amount of strength than the necessary. Squeezing until the blood flow stopped they released each other as Sully went to stand behind Brennan, his hands snaking around her slender waist, resting on her stomach. She laid her hands in his, her body beginning to fell the drop in the temperature.
The very last ray of the sun descended on Brennan's form, reflecting the large diamond ring standing proudly on her finger as a reminder of why they just crossed the Atlantic to be in this place. Booth sighed, watching the blinding shine coming from her hand.
"Sweetie put that away before you blind somebody," Angela said to Brennan while watching Booth carefully. Brennan dropped her hand, laughing.
"So are you going to tell us why the entire inn is booked for the wedding? Or why there are delivery vans parked here? And mainly, why the heck were you out here at this hour? It's cold," asked Angela, not leaving time to breathe as she rubbed her arms in a failed attempt to get warmer.
"Rose," said Sully as if this explained everything.
"Rose?" asked Angela, trying to understand.
"Okay, the reason why we are here at thins hour is because we're hiding. And the reason why we're hiding is Rose," said Brennan. Angela remained confused, her brow furrowed.
"Timmy," a voice called from outside the orchard and both Sully and Brennan stood frozen, "Timmy," the female voice called again. Wide eyed, the couple exchanged looks of panic.
"Damn," Sully murmured under his breath as he watched the figure approach them.
"There you are," the figure said and everyone turned around to see a very elegant older woman walking towards them.
"Hi Rose," said Brennan, smiling tensely.
"Busted," whispered Sully on her ear.
As they watched the exchange, only one thing was running through everybody's mind: who the hell was Rose?
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