Rather than list of lots of 'I'm sorry's in numerous languages, I'll just offer you a short explanation.

Took my finals early while still keeping up with classwork in the 2d to last week of school. Got on a plane. Was busy running round seeing things for 4 days. Driving, sleeping, more things to see. Stopping every 15 minutes to see something new is got conductive to turning a netbook on. And now I'm here now, still not home, currently attending school from 9-15 (or 16 depending on the day). I'm dead tired when I get back and we eat dinner late here.

I'll try to update sooner, but no promises.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. That's a lie. I do own bones. 206 to be exact. I own a cat and a fish too. Do their Bones count too?

There was a knock on the door. "Agent Booth, can I come in?" Ugh, Sweets. Just what he needed. The morning had not gone well.

Jared being late to pick up Parker was somewhat expected, but still Booth had hoped Pademe had straightened him out. An accident on the highway forced him to take the long way to Brennan's house. He arrived over half an hour late to find her gone. Or rather, she'd never gone home.

Arriving at the Jeffersonion cups of coffee in hand, he'd reached for his access card to find Parker had 'borrowed it again.' Grumbling the whole way to the security station, he stopped short and turned around. George was off today and he was in absolutely no mood to put up with the snobby new guard. With a sigh, he returned to the platform to wait below for Brennan to show up.

She was waiting with an impatient look on her face. "You're late Booth."

"Well, I went to your apartment first thinking you went home for the night like a normal person does on a regular basis."

"That doesn't explain why you're over an hour late."

"Parker was playing with my access card. It didn't make its way back into my pocket." Turning, he dumped the two now lukewarm coffees into the trash.

"It's an inanimate object Booth. I cannot move itself back into your pocket."

"No Bones, it's... never mind." His hand found it's customary place at the small of her back as he ushered her towards the door, not really in the mood to have this conversation.

"But I don't know what that means," she protested, but allowed herself to be led from the building.

Same old Bones. "Come on, let's get some fresh coffee to replace that lukewarm crap."

"I've been here the whole time you know."

"Yes Bones, I know you have, but I didn't have my card."

"Well," She opened the door to the SUV. "Going to the security station would have been the logical course of action."

"George was off today."

"Booth, the Jeffersonian is full of expensive equipment and irreplaceable artifacts. There's more than one security guard." She closed the door behind her.

"I don't like the new recruit. He's much to cocky for his own good." The engine hummed to life.

"Oh?" Her eye brow raised. "And this is coming to the man wit the cocky belt buckle?" Her hands clenched to resist tapping it for effect. God, had it really been 4 days since she'd pushed him away?

"Was that sarcasm Bones?" Her smirk caught him off guard. "Who are you and what have you done with the Bones I know ...?" A small drop of metallic red hit the tip of his tongue as he bit his lip to prevent the rest of the saying from slipping out.

"Ok, I know what that one means."

"Good for you Bones."

From there, the morning had gone horribly wrong.

The victim's boyfriend was nowhere to be found. His parents hadn't seen him since Sunday, but hadn't bothered to inform the cops because this was 'normal.' Brennan, who was normally patient, had been on edge with silence. She fidgeted, she tried to make conversation, and when that failed she complained about going to find the boyfriend was a complete waste of time.

"Well, excuse me for wasting your precious time Bones. Next time, I guess I'll find out where he is ahead of time with the FBI's secret tracking implants."

Slam. Brennan stormed out of the SUV and into the lab leaving Booth pissed at himself.

(Not a very good fight I know, but paranoid Brennan and Annoyed Booth = Not Good)

"What is it Sweets?"

"Did you have a job as a teenager Booth?"

"What the hell kind of question is that? Of course I had a job as a teenager."

"Was Jared ever there?"

"The pest wouldn't leave me alone." Sweets raised his eyebrows. "Oh."

"Yes oh." Booth wanted nothing more than to wipe the smug grin that had appeared off Sweets' face, but restrained himself.

"Come on Twerp, We're going to pick up the boyfriend." Grabbing his jacket, Booth stood and made his way down the hallway.

"Agent Booth, it's hardly professional to call your psychologist twerp." Good. Sweets was following him.

"You're not my psychologist. Mine is dead."

Sweets snorted. "Then what are my sessions with you and Dr. Brennan?"

"A waste of our valuable time." Stepping through the open elevator doors, he saw Sweets stop. "You coming or what Twerp?"

"I am NOT a Twerp."

Booth grinned feeling a bid of the days aches lifted. "You just proved you are."

"That makes no sense."

"It doesn't have to." Grabbing Sweets by the collar, Booth pulled him into the elevator before the doors closed. "Just be quiet until we get there."

D= I'm sorry this is so short and not very good. I'll try to update again asap, but I have school and i set a goal for myself so I'll be studying hard.

Remember, enjoy summer while it lasts. Or, if you're like me, use it to study XD