A/N Sorry it's taken me so long to post, hectic at work! Anyway here it is! I might get the next chapter done now, and then there are two already written so I may be posting 3 chapters very soon - watch this space!

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Chapter Four

The lab was quiet when she arrived and Brennan got on straight away with analyzing the bones to determine who the 'victim' had been.

Brennan stared down at the remains laid out on the table. Way too little bone density deterioration for this to be anything but recent remains, she thought. Snapping open her cell, she dialed the number for the police liaison, Sgt Zavalla. Thinking that this may be an elaborate hoax, or indeed a recent murder cleverly disguised, Brennan requested all recent missing persons files.

An hour later she was getting nowhere. Not only would they not release any information on recent missing persons, they refused to talk to her on the matter until yet another police officer was dispatched to the laboratory which would take at least 36 hours.

Realizing that she had a possible murder victim in front of her, and un-cooperative authorities to assist her, Brennan dialed the most natural number that came to mind in these situations.

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'Booth. Hi Bones, enjoying the sun? Hope you're not having too much fun without me!'

'Booth, I have some remains in front of me which I am led to believe are of a murder victim. I can't get the authorities to cooperate, and nothing I say will convince them to get a move on and assist...'

Booth held the cell a few inches away from his ear to prevent deafening.

'Bones, whoa, slow down. I thought this was meant to be a vacation?'

'It was, I mean it is. I'm just so frustrated at their attitude here. The pace is so slow, they never get anything done quickly.'

Booth could sense the inevitable coming. He mentally scanned his diary for the next few days. Nothing that couldn't wait. He was already thinking about what flight connections he would have to make when Brennan interrupted his thoughts.

'So I was wondering if you had some time to come and assist me with my enquiries. You know, do that 'bad-ass' FBI thing you do so well.'

'Bones, just admit it, you're missing me, anyway you know I have no jurisdiction in the Windward Isles.'

'I know Booth but you have a knack with getting people to do what you want them to do. Please, I'll only need a couple of days of your time.'

'Okay, fine, just give me a couple of hours to pack and get to the airport. I'll call you when I get there,' Booth promised, feigning slight anger but actually secretly extremely pleased to be spending the next few days with the woman who quite literally took his breath away.

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Brennan finished up at the lab and headed back to the hotel to wait for Booth. She had checked the flight times online at the lab, and Booth's flight would be landing at 9:00 that evening. Feeling slightly excited at the thought of seeing her partner, and quickly dismissing the feeling, Brennan decided to head up to her room and freshen up. Intending only to change outfits, Brennan found herself taking a long shower and standing in front of her closet for 10 minutes deciding what to wear. This is unusual, she thought, usually I don't think twice about what I wear when Booth's around. Despite the fact she was working during on vacation, and on remains which could potentially be a case, Brennan was relaxed enough to think about actually enjoying the time she had alone with Booth.

Deciding on a plan black halter neck dress which stopped just below the knee, she dried her hair and applied some make up. A spritz of perfume and a pair of simple diamond earrings later, she headed out of her room to the reception desk to reserve a room for Booth. It had crossed her mind that she should have checked this out earlier, but decided that sharing wouldn't be such a bad thing if they didn't have any spare rooms.

Unfortunately they did; fortunately it was an adjoining room to Brennan's. Reserving the room on her card, Brennan headed to the bar to wait for Booth. Checking her cell, she realized his flight would have landed and he should be heading to a taxi. At that moment her cell rang.

'Booth where are you?'

'Just landed, man it's hot here! You sure did pick the right place to find a case! Give me the name of the hotel, I'm just getting into a taxi.'

'Bay View.'

''Kay Bones, see you in a bit.'

She hung up, and took another sip of her wine, feeling quite confused at the feeling of butterflies in her stomach.

Booth turned up shortly after Brennan's second glass of wine. She spied him from her spot at the bar, watching him carrying his holdall on his shoulder, the fabric of his T Shirt pulling tight revealing taught abs. Noticing these little details caused her stomach to flip.

'Booth, over here,' Brennan called, catching his attention immediately.

He sauntered over, discretely looking her up and down, completely taken aback by seeing her looking so casual, so sexy. He moved to kiss her hello, and lingered over her cheek, pulling back and looking straight into her eyes.

'Thank you for coming. I mean, you may have had plans for this week. I haven't disrupted anything have I? You're not meant to see Parker are you?…'

The words spilled out of her mouth and Booth chuckled, noting the empty wine glass on the table and realizing she was slightly drunk.

'No it's fine, really. I mean who would give up the chance to spend some time with a beautiful woman on a beautiful island paradise…? He let his words hang in the air, hoping her tipsy state would mean he would get away with it. Amazingly, a blush crept up her cheeks, and Brennan reached for her purse in order to disguise her embarrassment.

The pair shared a couple of drinks and decided to head up to Booth's room to discuss Brennan's findings so far. They ordered room service (and another bottle of wine) and sat on the king-size bed eating and drinking. After a couple of hours, both were feeling sleepy and noticing the effects of the alcohol. Agreeing to meet at 8:30 the next morning, Brennan retired to her room, taking the short cut through the adjoining door.

Sleep came quickly to Brennan, but it was not to last long. At around three in the morning, a loud crash came from the room next door to her. Sitting up, startled, Brennan gradually recognized her surroundings, her brain processing what the crash that woke her up could have been. Working out which direction the noises came from, Brennan was relieved to note that they weren't coming from Booth's room but the room next to her on the other side.

Someone was obviously very drunk, and very angry. Smashing and shouting continued for a few minutes. Brennan lay awake and contemplated calling Reception to complain. Knowing that this would cause further aggravation to someone already enraged by something, she got up and banged on the wall a couple of times. This did not stop the noise. Brennan sighed and decided to cover both ears with her pillow and try to ignore the sound. Half an hour later the angry resident next to her had still not relented. She sighed, tossing the pillow covering her ears onto the floor. Great job that did, she thought. The angry guest started flipping through the TV channels, just at the moment there was a loud bang at his door. Sitting up again, Brennan strained to hear what was going on, realizing someone else had called Reception. However it was not the hotel's security, but Booth's voice shouting at the guest.

'Okay man, just give it a rest now…we're all trying to sleep and you're not making it easy.'

'Oh yeah, you want me to make it easy coz I can shut you up so you sleep long and proper,' came the retort. Booth kept silent 'Where are ya? Room next door? You kept banging on the wall earlier, really set me off. Want me to come in? Shut you up like I promised?'

Brennan's heart beat a little faster at this. She was in the room next door. It was her that had been banging. Her senses a little numbed by the alcohol, she panicked slightly, wanting to be out of this guy's way, and wanting Booth to give up and go back to his room.

Hearing noises in the room the other side of her, she realized Booth had heard her silent prayer and returned to his room. A couple of seconds later he was knocking at their connecting door. Opening it, her heart skipped a beat as Booth stood in front of her wearing only a pair of boxers and a coy smile.

'So, I have a massive bed here, you know, way to big for me on my own, and I figured you wouldn't be getting much sleep with that idiot next door to you, so you wanna bunk up with me? It's a lot quieter in here…'

Accepting his offer, she headed for his bed, not even protesting about sleeping on the couch. Mind you, she thought, he didn't offer to sleep on the couch either…

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