Fast update for someone who has writer's block, huh? Again I own nothin'! The name of hotel and its location are real, and I certainly do not own that hotel!

"You have GOT to be kidding me." Brennan exclaimed herself.

"I'm sorry, Miss, but we're all out of rooms. There are a lot of different hotels around here, I'm sure you will be able to find a room for tonight." The young woman behind the counter replied.

Brennan nodded, barely dissimulating her frustration, before walking away towards the payphone. She wasn't going to go around the city, on foot, to find a hotel with available rooms. She would do what she should have done before leaving Washington: call up some hotels.

She took the yellow pages and flipped the pages until she found the hotel section. Using her finger, she scrolled down the listings and stopped at every hotel whose name contained the word airport. She didn't know this city and didn't feel like being in a hotel, downtown Charlotte, where she would get lost, she was pretty much sure of that.

She tried a few hotels without any luck.

"Since when do people take vacation in the middle of May?" Brennan asked herself as she hung up for the fourth time.

She couldn't any other reason why the hotels would be full at this time of year. Maybe there was a conference or something, she then thought. Maybe.

Crossing her fingers and hoping she'd be lucky, she dialed a fifth number.

"Wingate Inn, how may I help you?" a perky voice answered.

"Yes. I was wondering if you had any rooms free for tonight."

"As a matter of fact we do. How many would you need?"

"One will be enough, thank you." Brennan replied, uncrossing her fingers.

"How many days will you be keeping the room?"

"About a week."

"OK, no problem. Name?"

"Temperance Brennan."

"The doctor?"

"Yes but not the one you are thinking about, I'm pretty sure of it."

The woman didn't say anything. Brennan heard some faint typing and waited for the woman to finish.

"Everything is set. You have a reservation at your name."

"Thank you, that's great."

Temperance folded her cellphone back into her pocket, picked up her luggage and decided she needed to stop by the bathroom before calling another cab. Taking out a pen and a piece of paper out of her purse, she jotted down the hotel's address and made her way through the Homewood Suites in search of a bathroom.

Booth paid the driver, picked up his suitcase and walked into the hotel. He looked around. This hotel was rather nice. Everything seemed so chic, so elegant.He walked up to the check-in desk and asked if there were any free rooms available.

"I'm sorry, sir." The woman behind the counter replied. "All are rooms are currently occupied."

Booth noticed that the woman looked at him weirdly.

"What? Why are you looking at me that way for?"

"Sorry. It's just that about ten minutes ago, a woman stopped by and asked the same question."

Booth felt his heart beat faster. Bones?

"What did she look like?"

"She was tall, brown-reddish hair, grey eyes. NOT very friendly."

Bones?

"Thank you. Is there a phonebook around somewhere?"

"Yes. Right over there."

Booth nodded his thank you and walked in the direction the clerk was pointing. He reached the payphone, grabbed the yellow pages and flipped through it. He stopped at the hotel section and took out his cellphone. He looked at the time. It was 12:30.

Brennan walked out of the bathroom and headed towards the front door. She looked around the hotel and found it rather nice. Everything was so elegant, she thought. She looked up at the receptionnist at the front desk and noticed that she was looking at her strangely. She then saw her gaze switch to a man standing at the payphone. Brennan followed her gaze. She thought she recognized the man from the plane. He had his back to her. She shrugged.

As she pushed the front door, she saw that a cab was parked in front of the hotel. Hoping that this was reserved for someone, she quickly walked outside and opened the door to the cab.

"Where to, little lady?" the cab driver asked her.

"The Wingate Inn, 4238 South I-85 Service Road."

The driver nodded and drove out of the parking lot. Brennan took out her cellphone and looked at the time. It was 12:30.

Wingate Inn was less fancy than the Homewood Suites but Brennan didn't care. She wasn't planning on staying more than a week in Charlotte anyway. All she wanted to do was find Temperance, find out who she is and then she would be going back to Washington.

She walked in the hotel and made her way to the reception desk.

"Good afternoon." The young receptionnist told her in her usual perky voice.

Obviously this was the young woman Brennan had spoken to on the phone earlier.

"I have a reservation under the name Temperance Brennan."

The receptionnist typed in something in her computer.

"Yes. Room 207. Give me just a second to get your key."

The receptionnist turned around and walked to the wall behind her. She grabbed a key on the hook 207 and walked back to the counter.

"The room is yours until May 26th. Have a pleasant stay." She said as she handed the key to Brennan.

"Thank you." She replied politely.

This woman was getting on her nerves.

She turned and walked towards the elevators. She pressed the up button. She just didn't feel like walking up the stairs with her suitcase. She waited a few seconds before the doors opened and she stepped in. As the door closed on her she thought she saw Booth coming to an halt in front of the reception desk.

"Hi. My name is Seeley Booth and I have a reservation here." He told the perky receptionnist to whom he had spoken barely even thirty minutes ago.

"Yes. Just a moment please."

The receptionnisttyped something in her computer once again.

"Yes. Room 208."

She turned to grab the key and walked back to the counter.

"The room is yours until May 24th. Have a pleasant stay at Wingate Inn."

Booth nodded and ran to the elevators. He pressed the up button, waited a few seconds until the elevator came back from the second floor, stepped inside and pressed the 2. Seconds later he was stepping out in a very silent hallway.

As hewalked out of the shaft, something caught his attention in the corner of his eye. He thought hehad seena woman disappear into a room.

Bones? He thought.

It couldn't possibly be her. What were the odds that she picked the same hotel as him?

You did take the same plane. His mind told him.

He told it to shut up.

He walked slowly to his room, unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Frustrated they keep missing each other by like a few seconds! evil laugh