"Now after you get situated we should talk about the interview this afternoon and the book signing tonight," Natalie was rattling out a punch list as they walked down the hall of the Edgewater Inn towards Brennan's suite.

"You've already given me the interview questions," Brennan wasn't quite sure why Natalie wanted to go over the questions, unless of course she planned on telling the host of the show that she didn't want to answer questions about Booth. Of course part of why Natalie reminded her a bit of Angela was because she seemed to think that Booth was the embodiment of Agent Andy Lister and she was willing to press the point.

"Well, I thought it might be a good idea if we ran through them so that you could practice your answers...you know just so we could work out any bugs," Natalie was sure that the moment Tempe's real-life partner came up that the flow of the interview was going to be disrupted and she just wanted to soften the edges of what might be some pretty blunt answers.

"I'm not an entomologist, I'm a forensic anthropologist so I don't see why insects would come up in the interview," Brennan fully intended to respond to the questions rationally and honestly, unless of course the answers were no one's business and then of course she would just say that.

"Tempe dear, I know that you're brilliant, but people want to see a bit of the warm and fuzzy side of their favorite author...it's what helps them to want to reach out and buy your books," Natalie sort of bit her lip as she waited for her comment to be deflected back to her like a bullet off of Kevlar.

"I'm not warm and fuzzy," Brennan let out a sigh as she reached the door to her suite, "and people should buy my book because they find the story interesting; why would I want them to spend money on something they wouldn't like?" She slipped the key card into the lock and pushed the door open.

"Ok, that's true, but you might want to soften things up a bit for television; I've seen you interview, before I worked with you of course, and you just need to relax on camera," Natalie offered a smile knowing full well that she was treading very lightly.

Brennan turned to face her publicist just inside her room, her body language making it clear that she wanted some time to herself before she was swept up into this whirlwind again, "Booth told me the same thing," the reference to her partner gave her a strange pang that she almost wished she'd let him come along, "I'll try."

"Good," Natalie was relieved, "Ok, I'll be back in a little over an hour, I'm staying right across the hall if you need anything. Room service should be here soon, so get some rest and we'll go back and take 'Good Afternoon Seattle' by storm."

Brennan really didn't have time to respond as her publicist turned and headed for her own room, "I don't know what that means." She shut the door and then turned to inspect the suite that Natalie had booked her in and she let out a little chuckle and smirked as she took it all in.

Anthropologically speaking, Brennan found it interesting that of all of the rooms at the Edgewater Inn that she could have ended up in, she was staying in the Beatles Suite. Photos of the Fab Four from their early years adorned the wall including a photo that had been taken in that very suite of them fishing out the window when they had visited Seattle back in 1964. She hadn't turned the stereo on as yet, but the woman who had checked her in had mentioned that it was state of the art and was already loaded with the Beatles' entire collection; something that maybe she'd investigate further if she had time.

The tasteful furnishings, a mixture of contemporary features and lodge décor, seemed to help Brennan decompress as she sank down onto the plaid sofa in the living room area and stared out the window as a ferry was making its way across Puget Sound seemingly on some silent homage to the snowflakes that were falling steadily out over the water. She let out a relaxed sigh and decided that now was as good a time as any to check in with the Jeffersonian because she really didn't have as much time as she'd hoped before she had to be back at the television station.

Angela picked up on the first ring and before Brennan could get a word in edgewise, her friend launched into twenty questions, "Sweetie, I thought your plane landed a couple of hours ago. How was the flight?"

"Angela, the flight was fine; long. My publicist added an extra interview to the schedule so I just got to the hotel," She smiled as she realized that the bathroom had a large soaker tub that if the door was left open had a perfect view of the water, and since the hotel was built out on a pier there was no need to worry that someone could see in. She was definitely going to allow herself the indulgence of soaking in that tub later.

"But so far you're having a good time?" There was something in Angela's voice that sounded slightly amused as if Zach and Hodgins were taking advantage of the fact that Brennan wasn't around to stop them from doing some idiotic experiment that would most like result in one or both of them catching hell from Cam as soon as she discovered it.

"I'm not sure if doing an unexpected interview on TV as soon as I get picked up from the airport qualifies as having a good time, but at least the hotel is really nice. It's right on the water and they said that the Beatles stayed here once," That little tidbit she was sure Angela would find interesting; not only for the fact that the Beatles had stayed there but that she knew who the Beatles were.

"The Beatles, huh?" Angela had a smirk in her voice; sometimes her friend genuinely surprised her, but her inquiring mind wanted to know if anything a little more exciting had transpired than staying in a hotel roomed named after one of the most famous rock bands in history, "Any hot real guys, Bren?"

"Ang, I have another television interview in a little over an hour and I thought I'd see if you guys needed anything," Brennan wasn't about to answer that last question; as it was her friend was far too concerned about her love life or the absence thereof as the case might be, and besides, other than Rob the limousine driver, she hadn't had an opportunity to meet any men in Seattle anyway.

"I know you probably find this hard to believe; but we're doing just fine," She wasn't going to mention the antics that Zach and Hodgins were currently engaged in; she would hear about that soon enough once she got back.

"I know that you're all capable, but that doesn't mean that my input might not be required," The truth was that Brennan found contractually obligated book tour trips tiring; now if there had been a body to identify or a murder to investigate she might have found the trip to Seattle much more exciting.

"Well we're all fine; I'm sure that if we do need something that it can wait until you get back," Angela could tell that Bren was a little off, but wrote it off as pre-television interview jitters.

"Well don't hesitate to call if something does comes up, I can always cut the book tour short," Brennan reasoned that if something came up that required her professional knowledge that Natalie would have to realize that it came before the tour; she was after all a world renowned forensic anthropologist who worked with the FBI and while Zach was probably more than capable, she had far more experience than he did. It was only natural that her services might be called upon without much notice.

"You're not cutting your book tour short; you know as well as I do that all of us are working on cases from Limbo right now," Angela let out a soft chuckle.

A knock sounded at the door, pulling Brennan's attention away from her call, "Ang, I think room service is here, I'll talk to you later, ok?" She felt much more relaxed talking to someone from her normal life that she couldn't help but smile.

"Have fun, Bren, I hear Seattle is a great place," Angela encouraged.

"I'll try," Brennan ended the call as she got off of the couch to answer the door; she wasn't sure how long she'd been on the phone with Angela, but room service seemed to respond very quickly, which was a good thing because she was really hungry. As she opened the door, her eyes widened and for a fraction of a second she was speechless before her eyes narrowed with a fury, "Booth, what in the hell are you doing here?"