A/N: I don't own anything. Well maybe the writing but the characters or songs. Nope not a one.
I have the setting for this being the first episode of Season 4.
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Jeffersonian
"Hey Angela," Booth said as he approached the platform noticing it was very quiet. "Where is everybody?"
"Around," she said nonchalantly. "To be honest, we weren't sure we'd be seeing you for awhile."
"Why is that?" he asked.
"Seeley," Cam interrupted, "The FBI thought it was too much of a security risk to continue partnering with us after the Gormogon media storm."
"But that's why I'm here now," he said. "Didn't you hear? Goodman and the Director of the FBI brokered a new deal thereby reuniting us all."
"That's good news, but we're currently unable to help in that capacity as we are fresh out of forensic anthropologists."
"I don't understand," he said.
"Sweetie," Angela said with compassion in her eyes, "Brennan left this morning for England. Her flight was an hour ago."
"What? Why?" he asked quickly.
"Booth," Angela said with shock in her eyes. "She didn't tell you?"
"She was offered a position over there," Cam said flatly. "She resigned this morning and I never thought I would say this but I'm going to miss her."
"I can't believe this," he said.
"Seeley," Cam replied. "She's had a rough couple of months what with your funeral fiasco and Zack."
"She couldn't even come to work because the lab hadn't been repaired since the explosion," Hodgins said.
He pulled out his cell phone and started dialing as he turned and ran for the door.
"Go get her tiger," Angela yelled. "How romantic," she added in between her squeals.
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Booth arrived at the airport quickly looking at the terminal for British Airways. He bypassed the line of people waiting to check their luggage and approached the attendant.
"FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth," he said as flipped his badge open. "I need to commandeer a plane as a matter of national security."
"Um, I'll have to call my manager for that," the attendant replied.
"I don't have time for that," he barked through clenched teeth. "I need to be on the next plane to London."
"We have one leaving in twenty minutes but there are no available seats."
"I'll sit with the crew or even in the baggage area. I don't care how it happens just get me on that plane!"
It took twelve minutes for his credentials to be authorized and three minutes after that before he was buckled in the spare seat in the cabin watching the flight crew taxi to the runway.
A few hours later he was getting out of a taxi at Oxford University. He raced through the courtyard and found the Anthropology building. He saw a handwritten sign that read "Forensic Anthropology" with an arrow. He ran even faster.
He finally stumbled across a hallway filled with heavy wooden doors and scanned the name plates. There was an older man standing in front of one of the doors and he pulled a piece of paper off the door and started attaching a shiny new name plate that read "Dr. T. Brennan."
He knocked but there was no answer. He opened the door and stepped inside and marveled at the interior of her new office. It looked just like he always imagined Sherlock Holmes' office would look like complete with an antique globe and a plethora of other dust collectors.
He spun around looking at the open door as he heard voices approaching the office. One female voice he instantly recognized and the other belonged to man who sounded like John Cleese. He quickly decided to sit down in an empty chair and tried to look casual.
"Booth!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"That's funny, I was about to ask you the same thing," he said as he pulled her into her office and shut the door blocking her new colleague out.
"I don't owe you any explanations," she retorted. "And besides, I put you on my please notify list that I gave to Sweets."
He looked shocked and stunned.
"What's the matter Booth, did he forget to tell you?"
"That's a low blow Bones," he said. "I told you it wasn't my fault."
"I don't care whose fault it is anymore," she said robotically as if the emotion had been sucked out of her voice. "Besides, I've fulfilled a standing offer that had been presented to me a couple of years ago as I am now the head of the newly formed Forensic Anthropology Department.
"Congratulations, Bones," he said softly. "Really, I mean it. But you can't just run away. Zack made his own decision and you need to stop blaming yourself for it. It wasn't your fault."
"How can you say that?" she asked while her eyes brimmed with tears. "Everyone who's ever gotten close to me has either left or gotten hurt. How can you say it's not my fault?"
"Temperance," he said softly. "You have a family back there that loves you. Your dad and brother love you."
"My dad and brother left," she said as the tears rolled down her cheek.
"But they came back because they love you," he said. "They need you in their lives. So does the Jeffersonian. So do all the unidentified remains that still have yet to be discovered. Angela and Hodgins are getting married soon and they need you."
"What about you?" she said while wiping her tears away. "Do you need me?"
"Of course I need you," he said as he pulled her into a warm embrace that was definitely not a guy hug. "If you want to stay here, that's fine. I'll get a job at Scotland Yard. It doesn't matter. The only thing that does matter is where you go is where I want to be."
She looked up at him and gazed into his eyes trying to discern what he meant.
"I can't take credit for that one," he confessed. "It's a song by Dave Matthews."
"I don't think I've ever heard it before," she said.
He pulled out his IPod and gave her an earphone while he put the other in his own ear.
Where are you going, with your long face pulling down?
Don't hide away, like an ocean
But you can't see, but you can... smell
And the sound of waves crashing downIs where you are, is where I belong
I do know where you go is where I wannna be
I am no superman
I have no reasons for you
I am no hero; oh that's for sure
But I do know one thing
She smiled at him as he wiped the salty remains of a tear from her cheek.
Where are you going? where do you go?
Are you looking for answers to questions under the stars?
If along the way you are growing weary, you can rest with me
Until a brighter day and you're OK
I am no superman
and I have no answers for you
I am no hero, oh that's for sure
But I do know one thing is
Where you are is where I belong
I do know where you go
Is where I wanna be
He smiled his big charm smile and kissed her forehead.
Where are you going? Where do you go?
Where do you go? Where are you going?
Where do you go?
I am no superman
I have no answers for you
I am no hero; oh that's for sure
But I do know one thing
Is where you are is where I belong
I do know where you go is where I want to be
Where are you going? Where do you go?
"So if you're not Superman," she asked with a smile. "Can I still be Wonder Woman?"
A/N: And of course if this is how that episode plays out then I want some royalties!! The song was Where are You Going by Dave Matthews Band. As always please review :)