A/N: Thank you for the wonderful reviews. Sorry this chapter is so short but I've been going through major writer's block with this story. I promise I am going somewhere though even if I haven't gotten the ending completely worked out yet. Enough chit-chatting for now, let's get you reading.

Disclaimer: Of course I do not own Bones, unfortunately. Would love to own Booth though (who wouldn't?).

"What are the odds?" Brennan thought to herself as she boarded the plane and made her way to the business class section.

She had actually gotten a last-minute seat on a flight to Charlotte. She had called the airport early in the morning, right after she had called Dr. Goodman to inform him she wouldn't be coming in to work for a couple of days. She thought she had heard relief in her boss's voice as she told her to take as many days as she wanted. She had thanked him before hanging up.

She had then called the airport after that. The woman on the other side of the line told her that it was her lucky day. There was actually two seats left on the plane: on in business class and the other one in the regular one. Without a second thought she asked for the business class ticket. The woman told her she'd be holding it for her. Her was at 10:50 am.

So she had had an hour and a half to get ready before leaving for the airport. She packed her stuff at the speed of light, ignoring her phone that rang at least ten times while she was packing. She knew it was Angela calling her to ask her why she wasn't coming in to work. But Brennan didn't feel like talking to anyone about this. This was going to be her secret; it was something she needed to do. She needed to find this woman, to find out who she was and how come Brennan hadn't heard from her. She had so many questions to ask this woman, she needed to find her. Her conversation with the older woman had been too weird to simply ignore it.

She had left her apartment earlier than she had expected. She left around 9:30. The airport wasn't far from her apartment but she knew by experience that it would take an eternity to cross the security guards and the metal detectors at the airport. Then again she couldn't blame them for being safe. You never knew these days.

She had gotten to the airport in less than twenty minutes, had paid for parking and had walked in the airport. There were so many people around but Brennan knew where she was going.

She stopped at the desk to pick up her ticket, made her way through the airport, to the check-in desk. She gave them her luggage and made her way through the metal detectors. She walked around a bit until she found her gate and sat down in the waiting room.

She waited about twenty minutes before she heard the announcer call the passengers for flight 341 to Charlotte. As she stood in line she couldn't help but think about Booth. She had left him without saying anything. He would be pissed when she'd come back. Shrugging it off, she showed her ticket to the flight and stepped into the tunnel leading to the plane.

Just before heading into business class, she turned around to look at the passengers. Something caught her attention at the back of the plane. A man was walking towards his seat and he looked almost like Booth. Brennan felt her heart beat faster with anxiety.

"Snap out of it Brennan. Booth is NOT on this plane." She thought to herself.

"What are the odds?" Booth thought to himself as he showed his ticket to the clerk before walking into the tunnel.

He still couldn't believe how lucky he had been.

After leaving the Jeffersonian, Booth had immediately gone to his house, packed up a small suitcase and had driven off to the airport. When he had gotten there, he had gone to buy a ticket. He hadn't actually thought that he'd be able to buy a ticket for a straight flight to Charlotte but the woman at the counter had told him he had been pretty lucky, that she had recently sold one of the last tickets and that unfortunately all that was left was a seat at the far back of the plane. But Booth didn't care. He only wanted to get to Charlotte and find Bones. He bought the ticket without a second thought and ran to the luggage check-in.

It was 10:30 and he knew that they would call the passengers of the flight 341 to board their planes. He sat at the gate, closed his eyes and tried to relax.

Truth was, he was scared to death about Temperance. He had tried multiple times to call her cellphone while driving to the airport but she hadn't picked up. Had she left already? Was it possible that she wasn't going to Charlotte? Was he going there for nothing? And if she were in Charlotte, would he be able to find her? After all, Charlotte wasn't a small city. There was bound to be a whole lot of people. How would he be able to find her?

All these questions raced through his mind as he tried to relax. Soon enough he was forced to open his eyes when the voice of the announcer called the passengers to board the plane. He got up, took the small bag he was carrying and walked to the boarding line. He showed his ticket to the flight attendant standing beside the door then walked away to his plane.

Charlotte, North Carolina

"Please buckle your seatbelts, the plane will be landing shortly." The flight attendant told the passengers.

Temperance opened her eyes and did as she was told. Were they already there? How long had it been? It felt like she had just left Washington. She was so used to long plane trips that this one, which had taken about forty-five minutes, seemed to have taken more like five.

She stretched out her arms to get the sleepy feeling out of them and yawned widely. Her short power nap had done wonders on her even though she hadn't been really tired in the first place.

She looked out the window and saw that they were circling the airport. It wouldn't take long before they would land.

All she needed to do once she got off her plane was find a hotel. She hadn't had the time to call any hotels before leaving and she was hoping to find one close to the airport that would accept her unplanned arrival. She had never been to Charlotte before but she was pretty sure that she would be able to find a hotel close to the airport.

Minutes later Temperance felt the wheels of the plane hit the tarmac. They had landed. A few seconds later, the passengers were getting up, grabbing their bags in the overhead compartment and heading towards the exit.

As Brennan exited her plane she turned her gaze to the back of the plane. The man she had seen earlier was nowhere in sight.

Booth exited the plane quickly, nearly knocking over two flight attendants.

"Sorry." He mumbled as he speed walked through the tunnel.

He had seen her getting off the plane. He knew it had been her. They had actually taken the same plane and for the second time that day he thought to myself:

"What are the odds?"

But now she was nowhere to be seen. Groaning in frustration, he walked straight to the luggage claim, grabbed his suitcase and made his way out of the airport, not before stopping by the security guards for what seemed like an eternity. Again, he thought, he couldn't blame them.

He hailed a cab and asked him to bring him to the Homewood Suites. He had heard from a colleague one day about this hotel and its cheapness. Since he didn't have a reservation he would most likely be able to find a room on such short notice.

"Where to?" the cab drive asked Brennan.

"Do you know a nice hotel not too far away where I could find a room in such short notice?"

"The Homewood Suites isn't so bad, from what I have heard."

"The Homewood Suites it is, then."

TBC of course... unless you guys don't want me to. ;-)