AN: Here's the next one! The book Days of Infamy belongs to Harry Turtledove. No profit is being made blah blah blah, it's just a really good book.
The plane glided smoothly into the air. Booth leaned back. Finally, a week without dead people (at least, he hoped so) and without FBI bureaucrats (that he was sure of). Booth turned to watch as Bones pulled a book out of her carry on.
"So…what did you tell the Jeffersonian?" Booth asked before she could start reading.
"I called this morning and told them I was dreadfully ill and extremely contagious and not to come around me for a week."
He arched his eyebrow. She just smiled ruefully and shrugged.
"Angela will stay away for about three days."
She shook her head and began to read. Booth frowned. He normally didn't like to read, but he had forgotten to bring any book. At this point, the FBI field manual would have been an interesting read.
A few hours went by in companionable silence, Booth counting holes in the ceiling, Bones enthralled by her book. Booth glanced over at her. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, breathing steadily. She was asleep.
He took a moment to look at her outfit. She was wearing a short, denim skirt with a cerulean blue tank top on. Her feet were clad in sandals and she looked ready for a vacation.
She looked rather nice.
Her book began to slide out of her limp hands. Booth pulled it gently from her grasp and bookmarked it. He looked at the cover; Days of Infamy by Harry Turtledove. He read the back. It was some sort of alternate history book, a 'what if Japan had invaded Hawaii?' sort of thing.
He leaned back, glanced out the window as it gradually grew darker, and began to read.
BONES
Bones stirred. The hum of the aircraft's engine's droned on steadily. It was now completely dark outside. She turned her head to look for Booth.
He wasn't there.
She was now wide awake. Had they already landed in Jamaica? Did he leave her on the plane? She felt a slight wave of panic, she had no idea where this plane was heading next.
"Hey Bones," Booth sat down next to her. He had two pizzas in his hands and he gave her one. "Cheese, light sauce, just the way you like it."
"We get pizza in first class?" She felt better now that she knew Booth hadn't deserted her on an airplane. If he had, she would have flayed him and worn his skin as a suit.
He glanced at her. She was giving him an odd look. "What," he asked, "You think I left you here?"
"It crossed my mind."
"Nah," Booth shook his head, "I wouldn't do that to the poor airplane."
She punched his shoulder, hard. He winced, laughing. He needed to remember that this woman knew how to take care of herself.
BONES
Two and a half hours later, the plane landed at a small airport in Jamaica. It was almost three in the morning, and both Bones and Booth were exhausted. They grabbed their luggage and quickly got their passports stamped.
"Now what?" Booth asked.
"It's your vacation," Bones said wisely, "Did you get a hotel?"
"Yeah…I just don't know where it is…"
Bones sighed and walked over to the customs man. They talked for a few minutes and Bones came back.
"He said there is someone waiting outside with a sign that says "Cely Both", and he figures it must be for you."
They walked out into the warm night and sure enough, there was a black man grinning at them with a sign that surely did say "Cely Both".
"I'm Seeley Booth," Booth said.
"Rockin'. I'm Jaspar, and I'm gonna take ya to your hotel room, man."
Jaspar tipped an imaginary hat to Bones. "Tempe, how ya been?"
"You know each other?" Booth asked in surprise.
"I've been here before, remember?"
"Right, man, we be findin' a skull on te beach, Tempe helped us."
"Ah, I see."
So much for no mention of dead bodies, or dismembered body parts on this trip.
BONES
They made it to the hotel room and set their stuff down.
"Ah…Bones?"
"Hmm?"
"There's only one bed…"
"You can have it, I like the couch."
Booth shook his head. Bones was the only woman he knew who preferred the couch. She grabbed a pillow and shucked her shoes off.
"Morning Booth, sleep well."
Booth waited until she was asleep to respond. "You too, Tempe, you too."
TBC…
AN: Thank you to EVERYONE who reviewed! I really appreciate it! It will become M later, but not yet. Sorry the chapters are so short, it's easier for me to write this way. Please review, and see you next time!