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Chapter 1
Private jets were definitely the best way to travel, but halfway through the - Booth glanced at his watch – seven hour trip, he was starting to get antsy. By the time he felt the plane start to descend, he thanked God for small miracles.
It had to be some kind of squint joke, because there was no way Bones could be in this kind of trouble without him knowing – except, Zack was not a good liar, which definitely meant something fishy was going on. And somehow, Brennan was caught in the middle of it, possibly in grave danger.
"Welcome to Switzerland," the Pilot said as the plane finally touched ground again.
As Booth knocked on the door of Helen Badrutt's suite of the Badrutt's Palace Hotel, he held his breath. Bones might be rich - however this seemed not just expensive, but extremely out of character. The hotel she was staying in was a fucking palace, for god's sake. The damn rooms had names instead of numbers.
When she finally opened the door, he was taken aback for a second – she looked so… different. He wondered how it could have been just three months since he'd last seen her. Before he could notice just what was different about her, he found himself pulled in a decidedly non-guy hug. It was more a needy, desperate hug - the type of hug Bones didn't request or accept very often.
He allowed himself to feel her body pressing against him, noticing she had lost some weight; but he pulled back when he found himself sniffing her hair, before he crossed any of those imaginary lines. He followed her into the living room area of the gigantic suite.
To say the place reeked of money was not an exaggeration. The daily rate of the hotel was probably close to an entire paycheck of his. His hands reached for a glass miniature statue sitting on the bureau against the wall. Pricey, he deduced and carefully set it back in place.
"Ok, Bones, you better tell me exactly what the hell—" he stopped when he heard a familiar sound. Except it was a familiar sound he hadn't heard in years. "Bones, is that a baby crying?"
Her only reply was: "You should sit down, Booth."