As for the rest of the team, they were too busy worrying and panicking, if Booth did make it to te plane in time. Angela reached out for the phone to dial booth's number but Hodgins would take hold of her hand and stop her everytime she did it and told her to be patient while her, himself, was dying in the inside to know too. The whole team was wondering for how long could they keep the fact that Brennans father is the murder victim of this case, that her father is the dead body laying in her lab and she is just simply examining it.
Booth woke up and realised that he was unconscious for a very long period of time. He opened his chocolate-brown eyes but there was still a slight blur getting in the way of a clear view f where he was. He blinked once or twice to clear his vision and moved him arms, although he knew they would probably be chained or tied because finding himself unconscious without remembering anything from what had happened before had only one explaination, that he was kidnapped and the kidnapper would just be stupid if he knocked Booth unconscious and then lets him go freely. That would just be insane.
For Booth's surprise, he wasn't chained, tied or trapped anywhere. Apparently, the idnapper was very stupid this time. Booth tried to get up but felt a slight dizziness that drove him straight back to where he was sitting. He saw, with his still unclear vision, a lady headed in his direction. He figured she was wearing air services uniform. He noticed a pack of ice in her and, after a few seconds of thinking, he figured out the pack of ice was meant for him because he was obviously hurt. When she had finally reached him, she pressed the ice against him forehead. He couldn't help but think of how Brennan use to press the ice, so softly, against his forehead when he was hurt. The slight touch of her fingers on his head made his skin tingle. His thoughts were completely around Brennan and he didn't find the ice in any way helpful so he pushed away the pack of ice and started asking his questions.
"Where am I?" Booth was now aware that he wasn't kidnapped, he was on some plane, but now the question on his mind was if this was the right plane.
"You're on an L.A. plane headed to Washington D.C." The lady put the pack of ice on the table besides her and turned to face Booth and ready to answer is questions.
Booth now rested his back on the chair he was sitting on now that he knew he was on the right plane and started to ask the next question, "What happened to me?"
"I'm really sorry but you came out of nowhere and I was terrified so the pan in my hand was my only weapon so I hit you with it but then I realised you weren't a criminal when I saw your batch so I sat you down until you wok up and now thank god you're ok." The air services lady was now out of breathe after rushing through her words that Booth barel caught up.
"It's ok. I'm fine. How long til this plane lands?" Booth started to feel the pain sneak into hm again so he grabbed the ice pack and stood up waiting for an answer so he could leave.
"A couple of hours. There's still time, do you want some food or drinks, anything? just ask." That lady was doing her best to keep Booth happy so he doesn't tell about her and about what she did.
"No, Thanks." Booth just walked to an empty seat in the plane and sat there. His mind was still full of of Brennan.
Brennan was now ost in thoughts. Thoughts of the best thing thst ever happened to her, her whole life, Booth and how she just just simply made him walk out of her life because of something so stupid. the thougt of it always made her want to slap herself for doing it. Everytime, she thought of him, she wondered if her thought of her the same way, but she drove the idea out of her mind the moment it came in. She didn't want to be vulnerable when she's around anyone. She has never been and she's not planning to as well but she still couldn't help the feeling when she's around Booth.
As for Booth, he was also drawning in thoughts of his Bones as much as she was, of him. He was so impatient impatient that he asked the lady that had struck him on the head about how much time was left for them to land the plane. The lady was beginning to get tired and disturbed by him but had to be very, very dovelike and nice to him so he doesn't cause her any problems with her current job.
Brennan finally decided to get, at least, the identifiction of the victim done for the day. Se stood up, knowing that this would be, possibly, the toughest day for her in the Jeffersonian Institute without Booth hanging around and making jokes about his Squint Squad. She walked out of her office and found the platform very empty. Usually, Zach would be examining the body over ad over again or Hodgins would be look for particulates, insects or dirt, as Booth calls it, to determinne the time and place of death. The first thought that came up to Brennan was that the team was at Angela's room for the 3-D reconstruction of the crime's scenario, so Brennan headed straight to her best friend's office. There was no one there. She looked around the room for anything, a note, maybe, saying that Angela went out for lunch or, most likely shopping, but Brennan found something completely different in the dust bin. She found a sketching paper and thought that, maybe, Angela wasn't satified with her first sketch so she threw it away. Brennan, not knowing that the sheet of paper she was about to look at was a sketch of the person that her mind was recreating memories of this whole day, flattened the piece of paper on the desk infront of her, only to see his face.
As for Angela, Hodgins, Zach and Cam, they were still in Hodgins' office waiting for that single call that their best friendd is, hopefully making anytime soon. Angela was still wandering around Hodgins' desk and bitting her fingers' skin. She stopped and took a firm fist and started punching the phone placed on Hodgins' desk.
"Ring, you stupid piece of junk, ring!" She was getting disturbingly impatient with Booth. He said he was supposed to call as soon as possible and if she counted the hours that passed correctly, this wasn't soon. Hodgins' understood that Angela was worried about what would happen to her best friend with all those horrible things happening at once but the whole team had to calm down if they wanted everything to be okay. Angela remembered that she left that sketch of Booth in her office and she certainly knew Brennan, she would go around looking for her team and the first place she would look for them in was Angela's office.
"I left a sketch of Booth in my office and I'm sure Brennan would find it any second. I have to go get it." Angela stormed out of the office and headed for her own. When she came in she found Brennan sitting on her chair and staring at the sketch in front of her. She was shocked on how he followed er everywhere. Her tears were, once again, falling down her cheeks and leaving their marks on the paper. His face, it was chasing her everywhere. He was haunting her in her dreams and while she was wide awake.
Brennan whispered to the piece of paper, "Why, Why did you have to leave me?" She barely got the words out of her mouth. She swallowed the erge to call out his name and folded the paper and put it in her pocket. She turned around to see Angela staring right at her.
