'Bones, hold on a second. You're being sent to St Lucia for a week. For a vacation. And you're still complaining?'
Booth looked across the table and hid a smile as her eyes flared. He knew he was in for one of her rants.
'I know Booth but Dr Goodman can't just order me around like this! I have a lot of work to do at the Jeffersonian…'
'Bones from Limbo? They're not exactly urgent. Plus we haven't had a case in a couple of weeks. Just go and enjoy yourself!'
Brennan knew he was right. After everything that had happened in New Orleans, she really needed a real vacation. Plus, examining the bones that had been dug up would keep her mind active.
They sat together in the diner, catching up before Bones had to leave to pack ready for her flight the next morning.
Booth was glad that Goodman had put his foot down. He chuckled inwardly as he reminded himself that it had been his idea that she got away. He had suggested it to Goodman a couple of days ago. Booth had noticed her changes in behavior recently and recognized it as a form of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. He hadn't dared mentioned this to her – she would have retorted that Psychology was a soft science.
Still, a few days away might do the trick. He couldn't lie to himself that he would miss her. The best part of his day was heading over to the Jeffersonian to catch up with her. They had certainly been a lot closer in the last couple of weeks, however he was still having trouble getting her to open up to him.
He gazed across the table at her as she placed her coffee cup to her lips and stared thoughtfully into space. Yeah, he thought, she needs a break, I just wish I could go with her. He was concerned about her state of mind after the New Orleans incident. She hadn't opened up to him about it, but he had noticed how she stayed closer to his side when they were out in the filed, and on more than one occasion she had appeared at his apartment with the pretense of going through some case notes, although he knew she just needed some company. His company.
He knew Brennan could take care of herself. Hell, she had no problems there. She could render a man unconscious in a matter of seconds. Yet there was a part of him that recognized her newfound neediness. And it scared him. Still, it was his idea that she went away for a while. She would be fine. She didn't need him al the time. And that thought scared him.
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After leaving Booth at the diner at 9:00, Brennan headed back to her apartment to pack. She really wasn't sure what things she would require. A suit for formal meetings with the authorities, some casual clothes to work in…
Brennan reached her apartment and unlocked the door. Placing her bag by the door, she pressed the flashing button on her answering machine.
'Hi Brennan, it's me Angela. Just a quick reminder that this is a VACATION' she spelled out the word carefully, as if it was a new concept to Brennan.
'Make sure you pack a bikini, some sexy sandals and your sun protection. You do not need a suit, you do not need 'sensible' shoes. Relax and have fun, and don't worry, I'll keep Booth on a tight leash. Boy that would be fun…'
Angela trailed off as the message ended. Smiling, Brennan realized she was right. She headed to her closet and searched around for a few minutes, finally digging out a bikini from the depths of one of the drawers. Mid-blue, slightly strappy. Perfect.
A/N Okay guys, another chapter up. I decided to add it straight away after chapter 1 as I'm nervous and just wanted to get it over an done with. Apologies if there is anything OOC or diff from show.