A/N: This chapter is REALLY short, but it's a transition chapter. Edward's point of view tends to be longer, so it won't be long before I put the next chapter up.

Disclaimer: I don't own bones nor twilight.

BONES.

"Come on, Bones, get a move on." Booth paced fiercely as Brennan organized her travel bag. "We have a plane to catch." Brennan murmured to herself about Booth being absurdly impatient. He grabbed her bag and slung it over his shoulder as they left her apartment.

"Booth, I still don't know why I'm going," Brennan complained as he hustled her out of the apartment and pushed her towards the stairs.

"It's obvious, Bones," he said tiredly as if he had explained it a hundred times before, "A dead body was found, mostly bones, and hey! Bones are your specialty, Bones."

"Fine, I just didn't know why you didn't explain the circumstances of your agitated emotion Booth," Brennan sighed softly as she looked out the window. The silence was comfortable as they drove on the interstate to the airport. As they arrived Booth gave Brennan the tickets and id codes that were necessary for the trip.

"Bones, go ahead and check us in while I get the bags," he said as he parked the SUV in a tight parking space. Brennan squeezed between the wall of cement and the side of the car as Booth opened the trunk.

"The parking was unnecessarily compacted due to this wall Booth," Brennan complained as she dusted herself off and put the paperwork under her arm.

"Listen, there's a body that's been found. We don't have time to remark on my driving or parking for that matter," Booth replied roughly as he picked up the luggage and closed the trunk. They rushed into the airport as Booth struggled with the bags and Brennan concentrated on the paper work.

"What you get first class?!" Booth exclaimed in shock as they began their way to the terminal.

"Why of course Booth," Brennan replied in a smooth tone. "I'm from the Jeffersonian." Booth huffed and then shoved his name tag in her face.

"Me too! This is the pass that you gave me!" Brennan smiled at his agitated tone and ignored his sulking. "This is unfair. Five hours stuck in between Chatty Ethel and Fatty Joe, while you lounge in your first class seat with your free socks and pillows." Booth parted with Brennan as he murmured more complaints. Brennan smirked as she took her seat. Before long she leaned it back watching the flight attendants prepare for take off.

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