Thank you so much for the reviews and alerts! :) Though, it made me sad that last chapter got so few reviews. Is the story that bad that it doesn't deserve them or people are just not reading it? =(

Because it's very frustrating when you write and receive almost no feedback. =/

I hope you like this chapter, I had a lot of fun writing it!

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"They make us leave all our life in DC behind whenever they think it's appropriated for them and they can't even send us in a decent plane?" Brennan complained on her seat.

"The government doesn't pay first class seats for agents, Bones." Booth reminded her. "Besides, this is a domestic flight. It doesn't have first class."

"That's ridiculous. We should be treated better." She tried to lean down her seat but it just reclined an inch. "I think my seat is broken."

"It's not broken."

"I guess it is. It isn't reclining." She showed him.

"That's how the seats are." He rolled his eyes. "Welcome to coach, Bones."

"They can't possibly be like this! I can barely move my head in this thing!" She whined.

"Jeez, Bones, it's only a three hours flight! You'll survive." Trying to ignore his grumpy partner, Booth put the earphones on and started listening to a random station.

"Can we exchange places?" She poked his arms two minutes after.

"No." He answered, not bothering to open his eyes.

"Why not?" Brennan whimpered and he couldn't help thinking she sounded just like Parker when he asked him something and he said 'no'.

"Because." He took a deep breath and opened his eyes to look at her. "I'm bigger than you and I need more space. I don't like flying on the window seat."

"I'm quite tall too." She tried. She couldn't even move her legs. She quit the idea of trying a better position when she hit her knee in the front seat.

"Yes, but I'm taller." He leaned his head back to his seat and closed his eyes again. "Now, do you mind staying quiet for a while, Bones? I'm trying to sleep here."

She frowned and crossed her arms stubbornly. It would be a very long flight. She tried to read a book but it was very uncomfortable. Having to hold her coat on her lap and her bag above it in case she needed to get something (she couldn't keep it in the overhead bin because she would have to jump over Booth to get it), leaving her no space to actually hold the book.

Thirty minutes after frustrated trials to distract herself, Brennan stared at her partner, who was sleeping peacefully next to her. Behind her, she could hear the snores of an old man, obviously also asleep. How could those people sleep in such an uncomfortable position?

Annoyed and starting to feel suffocated in her seat,she decided to walk around for a while, stretch her legs and go to the bathroom. Turning her head and looking at her sleeping partner, she tried to calculate the distance she would have to jump to get at the aisle without waking him up.

Thanking herself for all the years she spent doing stretching at her yoga classes, she put one foot at her own seat and took an impulse to get to the aisle, failing completely and falling flat on Booth's lap, her legs spread across his.

"Ouch!" Booth opened his eyes startled and found his partner's face three inches away from his, her hands lying on his chest, too close to his bare skin to be considered appropriated. He had taken off his tie and opened the first bottoms to be more comfortable during the flight. He wasn't expecting Bones' hand to end up there. Not that he didn't like her touch. That was the problem. He liked it way too much. "Bones! What the hell are you doing?"

"Sorry." She bit her lower lip embarrassed, taking her hands off his chest and clenching her fists on Booth's armrest trying to regain balance. She didn't want to think too much about what would happen if her arms accidentally left the armrest. "I just need to go to the bathroom."

"And you have to attack me to get there?" He raised one eyebrow confused, hating her for being so cute when she was embarrassed.

"I wasn't attacking you, I was trying to jump over you, but I guess my calculus about the distance was erroneous." She explained shyly.

"Couldn't you poke me and use that old little phrase your mom taught you? Remember? 'Excuse me'?" He mumbled, trying to not get all the attention to them. Brennan wasn't the only one bored at that plane and God knew curiosity was part of the human beings.

"I didn't want to wake you up. I imagine it's quite hard to fall asleep in these very uncomfortable seats." She looked down, not realizing it just brought their faces closer.

Booth swallowed hard. She was so beautiful. He noticed that her new bangs made her eyes look even bluer and had to take all his strength to not reach his hands and touch her hair. His heart started beating faster on his chest. Was she doing that on purpose? Why was she still on his lap? He almost grabbed her waist to keep her balance, but thankfully he remembered that it the woman sitting in his lap was none other than his partner. Why on Earth Bones couldn't be the old, wrinkly, annoying woman he thought she would be when they first met? Yeah, she annoyed him, but that just made him like her even more. He loved their bickering.

Brennan finally realized her comfortable seat wasn't exactly a seat and when she raised her eyes to look at her partner's face, he was gazing deeply at her, completely lost in his thought. Or was he completely lost on her? Unable to break their gaze, she caught herself suddenly wondering how it would be like to taste his lips once again. They were so close…

"Bones?" Booth murmured, finally finding his voice.

"Yeah?" She murmured back, her breathe touching his face. He sucked in a breath. She wanted to kill him, he thought. She surely did. There was no other explanation. That woman loved to torture him.

"Didn't you have to go to the bathroom?" He asked, proud of himself for being able to pronounce a full sentence.

"Oh." She straightened up on his lap and he had to hold back a groan. "Yeah. I'll just… I mean… the bathroom-" She pointed at the door down the aisle.

Bringing her weight to her right side, she climbed off him and walked away to go to the bathroom, inhaling and exhaling the way she learnt at yoga trying to regain her calm.

What the hell just happened there?

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"My back is aching." She groaned when they walked out the gate in the airport. An FBI agent would be waiting with a car to take them to the crime scene.

"Your back is aching?" Booth let out a laugh. "Imagine how mine is after having to stand still for two hours because my partner used my shoulder as a pillow."

When she came back from the bathroom, she finally found a good position to fall asleep, it just happened to be leaning on Booth's body. She was embarrassed when she woke up and realized where she was, but it wasn't like he did anything to take her out of there.

"You could have woken me up and asked me to lean somewhere else if that bothered you that much." She grouched.

"Oh yeah, and then have to stand you complaining about every single thing in the flight? No, thank you very much, I prefer the backache."

"It's not my fault those seats are the size of a fingernail!" Brennan defended herself and tried to found the exit where they were supposed to meet the FBI agent.

"Wow, look at that! Bones used a figure of speech!" Booth teased.

"I'm not as clueless as you think, Booth." Brennan said offended. "I do know figures of speech, I just don't see why we should use them that much. They can mislead a conversation."

Booth was typing at his cell phone and ignored her. Brennan tilted her head a little to try to see what he was doing.

"Who are you messaging? The FBI agent we are supposed to meet?" She asked.

"No, I'm just sending Linda a message telling we arrived here. You know, she's kind of scared of airplanes." Booth told his partner. Messaging Linda meant he didn't have to call her to tell he arrived fine. A call would lead to a long chat he wasn't really in the mood to have.

"The chances of you dying in a car crash while working in DC are much higher than in a plane accident." Brennan informed him, suddenly very bitter.

"Whoa, Bones." He chuckled.

"It's just a fact." She shrugged. "I'm thirsty; can we go there and buy a bottle of water while we wait for the agent?"

"You're thirsty because you didn't want to buy that bottle of water in the plane." Booth said.

"It was an absurd! They make people pay to fly in an inhuman position, possibly compromising their health and they have the nerve to charge five dollars for a bottle of water?" She burst. It still annoyed her.

"I offered to buy for you, but you didn't let me." He laughed. "Though, I didn't know that stingy side of you, Bones…"

"You know it wasn't about money." They rolled her eyes and sat on a free table. "I'm very wealthy, but that doesn't mean I'll spend my money in ludicrous things. I know the value of it. When I was sixteen, I would be hungry for the entire day because my foster parents would give me money for lunch, and I had to work very hard to earn five bucks. So, no, I'll not pay five dollars for a bottle of water so the airplane company who makes us fly in those conditions gets even more profit. When you pay for it, you are being condescending with the situation. I will not be the one to encourage that."

"Sorry, Bones." Booth said. "I was just teasing. It wasn't my intention to offend you."

She nodded accepting his apology and drank the liquid the waitress brought. Five minutes later, an agent approached them.

"Dr. Brennan? Agent Booth?" The tall blonde man asked and Booth and Brennan nodded. "I'm Agent Smith. I'm sorry." He said. "I was supposed to pick you up here and drive you to the crime scene, but my car broke this morning and I had to borrow my wife's. It's only two seats so you can take it and I'll meet you there later, the cops are already waiting for you."

"It's okay, Agent Smith." Booth said. "Do you have the address?"

"Yes, and there's a GPS in the car, you'll have no problem to get there." The agent informed. "It's parked on the second garage, spot 452."

Booth and Brennan thanked the agent and walked to the parking lot. A bright red Smartt was parked on spot 452.

Brennan's face was so shocked that Booth couldn't help but laugh.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

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Oh... the wonders of flying coach... I could spend the whole day telling all the stories I've already witnessed in planes... LOL

Once I was lucky enough to have my flight cancelled and after a lot of fight and complaining, the company put me in a plane in a first class seat. So good! hehe

The way back though, I ended up in the worst seat ever! Guess you can't have it all, right? ;)

I don't know how much they charge for the things in the short flights in US, but I know in Europe they are a rip off.

Pleaaaaase, make my crap day a lot brighter clicking that little blue bottom there and telling me what you think? :)