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Author's Note: First, I want to thank all of you for the wonderfulreviews, I am so glad that lots of you enjoy it, and I do hope you will enjoy this chapter also. House is coming up in next chapter, and the people that are getting married are going to be...(you can find it out next chapter, I promise, but there's some hints in this chapter also) Also, I am currently trying to find a beta for my story (seeing my grammer really sucks), so if any of you want to be beta for my stories (I am currently only working on 2, it's not going to be lots of work), just send me a message to let me know...this is kinda urgent. Thank you, and now on with the story.
Chapter 2
Brennan's alarm clock went off at 3 am on a Saturday morning. Who actually gets up on a Saturday morning this early? She thought. Why can't Booth get an afternoon flight? Wouldn't it be better? Brennan got out of bed slowly and went to take a shower.
Hot water was running out of the tap. She splashed the water on her face, making her feel more awake. After a quick shower, and blew dry her hair, she went back to her bedroom to pick out clothes she was going to wear. After that she pulled her little suitcase out and put some clothes that she's going to wear for the next three days.
She had just finished putting her laptop into her backpack, someone knocked on the door. She looked at the clock, found out it was already 4 am. She went to the door quickly, and opened it. Outside was Booth, dressed casually. He looked completely different from what he usually dressed like, without the suit…but he still looked great.
"Morning." Booth said. He didn't look that tired. "I got the coffee in the car, the one you usually like."
Brennan thanked him, "Are we going now?"
"Yeah. Where's your stuff?" Booth asked, glanced inside her house, trying to find the suitcase.
"It's in my room. I will go get it now." Brennan disappeared into her room, came back out with a luggage and a backpack. "I am ready."
"Let me help you with the suitcase." Booth said, trying to get the suitcase, but Brennan held it back.
"I can do it." Brennan said simply.
"Let me do it, Bones. We've been over this." Booth rolled his eyes.
"Well, what we usually do is for work. Right now, we are not working, so I can do whatever I want to." Brennan said with a smile, telling Booth "don't push me".
"Fine." Booth sighed and gave in. He's not going to argue with Brennan at 4 in the morning. He walked out of the apartment, and Brennan followed him, locking the door. She wondered how this weekend would turn out…
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"Bones, you bought your laptop?" Booth asked when he saw Bones pulled it out from her backpack. They were on the plane, flying to Princeton, New Jersey. "You know it's a vacation, which you usually don't do anything relate to work?"
"I am using it for my next novel. I am planning to get some writings done this weekend." Brennan explained.
"Am I in it?" Booth asked, interested, and looked over Brennan's shoulder.
"No."
"But how about that Special Agent Andy Lister? He's obviously me."
"He's not you."
"Yes he is."
"He's a fictional character." Brennan explained impatiently. She wondered how many time Booth had asked this particular question already.
"Which is based on me." Booth added.
"No, they are not based on anyone, Booth. They are fictional characters." Brennan argued.
"Fine, we will go with the way you say it. But both of us know it's not true. Anyway, can I read it?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because it's not finished." Brennan snapped, getting slightly annoyed. She was trying to focus to get some work done on the flight.
"Can I read it when it's finished then?"
"Maybe, maybe not. You will for sure able to read it when it comes out."
"How about now? I got the whole flight, I am quite sure I can give some advices." Booth said, giving Brennan one of his charm smiles, trying to get Brennan to do what he wanted.
"No, Booth. I don't need any advice; I am fine with the way I am writing it. Besides, I already got it all plotted out. I just need the time to write it"
A few moments later, Brennan glanced over to Booth, who was now fast asleep, slightly snoring.
And to think that he really wants to read the novel…- - - - - -
"To this address please." Booth settled inside the cab, and closed the door, seated right beside Brennan. He just handed the invitation he got to the cab driver. The cab driver started the car.
A silence fell between them, an uncomfortable one, yet it was peaceful. Both of them were not used to the fact that they were actually in a car driving by someone else. Booth was usually the one who was driving through places to visit the victim's families or trying to capture the criminals.
The trip to the hotel wasn't long, it was located in downtown, it only took them about 15 minutes to get there. After Booth paid the fare and pulled their luggage out of the trunk, they entered the hotel. They went to the reception to check in.
"Hi, welcome to Princeton Marwell Hotel. What can I do for you?" The receptionist said sincerely, giving both of them a smile.
Booth gave her a smile for return, and he handed his invitation card to the receptionist. "Name is Seeley Booth."
The receptionist started to type into the computer. "Mr. Booth, you have room 314. Here's the key to the room." She handed the key to Booth. "They are having the rehearsal at the ball room right now, you can drop by if you want to. Please enjoy your stay in Princeton Marwell. Have a nice day."
"Wait," Brennan cut in, "where's my room?"
"Yeah, don't we have a separate room? I told Greg that I need two rooms." Booth interrupted.
The receptionist looked confused, started to type something into the computer. "Um…I am afraid we have never receive the information." The receptionist apologized, "Also, I am afraid we don't have anymore rooms, we are full right now."
"What?" Brennan's jaw dropped. "No way I am sleeping with Booth in the same room, not to say the same bed!"
The receptionist looked troubled, "Well, Room 314 actually have 2 beds, so you don't have to worry about that too much."
"Is there really no more rooms?" Booth asked, trying to be reasonable and calm.
"I am sorry. But we are full." The receptionist apologized again. "If anyone checks out in the next three days, I will give you that room. But until then, I really can't do anything to help you."
"What is the chance of people checking out in the next few days?" Brennan asked.
"Not much." The receptionist told the truth. Brennan groaned.
"Come on Bones, she did everything she could do." Booth said, patted Brennan's shoulder. He picked up both of their luggage, and walked toward to the elevator. Brennan followed him.
"I have a right to complain." Brennan snapped. "This is supposed to be a vacation. I don't want to spend in the same room with you. I think you have something to do with it."
"Hey, are you accusing me for doing this on purpose?" Booth asked, outraged. He was jabbing the elevator button.
"Yes, but I am not accusing, I am stating the fact."
"Hey, I told my cousin I am going to need 2 rooms, but apparently he forgot to. This is not my fault!" Booth argued back. Booth closed his eyes for a moment, reminding himself to stay calm, and it's a holiday.
"I am not happy about it either. Unfortunately, we don't have a choice, so we are just going to deal with it." Booth said softly.
Brennan stared at him.
Booth sighed. "As much as I hate to say this, I am sorry. This is not my fault but yet I am apologizing, so just forget about it, please?"
Brennan didn't answer; when the elevator door's opened again, she walked out of the elevator. She found her way to the room, and used the card given by the receptionist to open it. She walked inside and inspected the room.
It wasn't that bad, she told herself as she walked around. It's tidy with a comforting color of white. There were two beds in the room, one on each side. In between was a table with 2 lights, a digital clock and a phone also. Facing the beds was the television. Next to it was a table with lots of menu on it. She set her backpack on the table.
"So, you like the room?" Booth asked.
"It's okay, I guess." Brennan answered back.
"You want to come down to the ballroom with me to meet my cousin?" Booth asked, trying to see if Brennan still mad at him about the room arrangement. "If you want to, you can yell at him about the room arrangement."
"Sure. Just let me go to the bathroom real quick to freshen up." With that, Brennan disappeared into the bathroom.
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