Hi, everyone! Thanks for the reviews! As always, Bones + Disney = Not Mine, so here's Chapter 4 :)

The next morning, the Jeffersonian gang sat at a table waiting for their breakfast in one of their hotel's restaurants. Hodgins sat slumped with his elbow resting on the table and his head resting on his hand, while Angela sat quietly slumped in her chair, exhaustion written all over her face. Brennan sat in her seat, alert and drinking a glass of orange juice, while Booth held back snickers as Angela's eyes drooped.

"A little sleep-deprived there, Angela?" Booth teased.

"How are you two so awake?" Angela groaned.

"Oh, we didn't spend the night having sex," Brennan said.

"Oh, your loss," Angela sighed.

"Wait, you heard that?" Hodgins asked, suddenly perking up a bit.

"Yeah, you're not as quiet as you think you are," Booth said.

"I don't even care," Angela grinned. "It was that worth it."

"Oh, look, food," Booth said as the waiter arrived with their meals, welcoming the hopeful end to the conversation. "Thank god."

"So when are we heading out?" Hodgins asked as everyone began to eat.

"A car's going to come get you and Angela around two. DC FBI's sending down a jet," Booth said. He turned to Brennan. "Body's ready for transport?"

"Yes," Brennan said. "I finished this morning."

"You've already been to the lab?" Angela asked.

"I've been up since 5:30," Brennan said.

"Wow," Angela sighed in disbelief.

"So…two, huh?" Hodgins asked. "As in…enough time to hit another theme park before we have to leave?"

"I guess, yeah," Booth said. "As long as you watch the time."

"Awesome," Hodgins said. "What are you guys going to do?"

"Wait for an ID, I suppose," Brennan said. "Angela's sketch will be running on the local news programs today, and I set my laptop up to run the sketch through missing persons every two hours."

"But we'll have some fun, too," Booth smiled.

"We will? Do you have plans?" Brennan asked. Booth just smiled at her.

After saying their goodbyes, Angela and Hodgins headed to Disney's Animal Kingdom while Booth and Brennan went back upstairs to their room. Brennan pulled out her laptop and flopped onto her perfectly made bed, while Booth hoisted his suitcase up onto his perfectly messy bed and began rummaging through his suitcase.

"What are you doing?" she asked when he pulled out a pair of green and blue swimming trunks and began heading towards the bathroom.

"Did you pack a bathing suit?" he asked.

"Yes," she said hesitantly.

"Put it on," he said. "We're going to Typhoon Lagoon."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because it's fun," he said. "I'm going in the bathroom, and when I come out, you better have that bathing suit on."

Booth came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, dressed in his swimsuit and flip flops. He found Brennan generously applying sunscreen to her long, pale, bare legs. She was wearing a two-piece suit; the tankini top had a sweetheart neckline and left just a strip of bare skin across her midriff. Her suit was the same blue color as her Jeffersonian lab coat and covered in little silver stars. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, and she had one leg propped onto her bed as she applied the creamy protection to her skin.

"Wow," Booth involuntarily breathed.

"What? I'm pale! I'll burn!" Brennan replied.

"What? No…" Booth said, snapping back into reality. "That's just…not what I expected you to be wearing."

"You expected me to still be in my jeans?" she guessed.

"Well…yeah," he admitted.

"I thought about it, and it is abnormally hot here for March, and we do have those free tickets…" she said, trailing off.

"Yeah," he smiled. "Good choice."

She tossed him her sunscreen tube and turned around. "Can you get my back?"

"Uh…sure," he said before taking a deep, silent breath. "No problem."

He walked over and brushed her ponytail over her shoulder. She held her hair and slipped her tankini straps down so he could cover her whole upper back in sunscreen. He rolled his eyes and quietly groaned. She heard.

"Booth?" she asked. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine," he said quickly, squirting the sunscreen into his hands. He began rubbing it onto her back, her warm skin providing a nice contrast with the cool gel.

"You've never seen me in a swimsuit before," she said. "And women's swimsuits often cover little more than lingerie. Are you finding that stimulating?"

"Wh…I…no!" he stuttered, a faint blush beginning to cover his cheeks.

Brennan smiled knowingly. "Just make sure you don't miss any spots."

Over at Animal Kingdom, Hodgins and Angela were standing in line for the 4D Bug's Life show under the big landmark Tree of Life. Angela, still sleepy, was resting her head on Hodgins's shoulder. He kissed the top of her head and curled his arm around her waist.

"Wake up, sleepy girl," Hodgins said.

"You never should've let us sneak out to that club last night," Angela muttered.

"Let us? You begged me to go dancing on the Boardwalk last night!" Hodgins said.

"I did?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said. "I would've been perfectly happy with rolling over and going to sleep, but that second orgasm, for some reason, made you want to go dancing. You were also the one to want round two after we were done dancing, by the way. You went on and on and on about how Disney's slogan is to 'Celebrate Tonight' and who were we to ignore that?"

"You can't talk about orgasms in Disney World!" Angela quietly cried, looking around for any little eavesdroppers that might have heard them.

The line began to file into the theatre, so Hodgins shook his shoulder to wake up Angela. He placed the 3D bug-shaped glasses on her face and chuckled. "You look adorable. Come on, Angie. Let's go see some bugs."

"These are fake bugs, right?" she asked.

He placed a soft, affectionate kiss on her lips as they took their seats. "Yes."

The 4D show finished with an effect that made it feel as if bugs were crawling on the seats beneath the guests. Angela, along with many others, squealed at the surprise ending as Hodgins laughed like an amused little boy, similar to the laugh he produced after completing a crazy experiment at the Jeffersonian. Angela jumped up and tore her glasses off, leaning down to examine the seats.

"What the hell?" Angela squealed.

"Oh man, that is cool," Hodgins laughed.

"I did not like that," she declared.

"What?" he replied. "That was the best part!"

They walked out of the theatre, depositing their glasses in the bins, and Angela grabbed the unfolded map from Hodgins's hands.

"I'm picking next," Angela declared. "Safari ride…let's go."

Over at the Typhoon Lagoon water park, Booth and Brennan stood near the lockers, depositing their things. Booth pressed buttons on his cell phone with a confused look on his face, while Brennan hid hers underneath her towel.

"What did you do?" he asked again.

"I linked our cells to the missing persons program on the computer so we'll receive an SMS message if the sketch gets any hits," Brennan said. "One of us will just need to run back here and check the messages every so often."

"That sounds do-able," Booth agreed. "Let's go."

Brennan followed her partner over to the biggest ride in the park, the Crush 'n' Gusher, a water roller coaster. They elected to go down the side called the Banana Blaster and waited for their turn. When they got to the top of the structure, Booth plopped down into the back of the double-seat raft and waited for Brennan to sit in front of him.

"Why do you get to sit in the back?" she asked. "There's more of a thrill in the back."

"Because you're the girl," Booth said immediately. "I've got to protect you."

"That is a sexist answer," Brennan protested.

"The person who weighs most sits in the back," he said seriously. "It's a squinty rule."

"Fine," she said, sitting between his legs. He curled his feet around her stomach, tickling her with his toes.

"See? I can protect you," he muttered.

"Don't push it," she said, pulling his feet away from her. The employee laughed a little before sending them down the first hill.

When they hit the pool at the bottom of the coaster, their weight was too unevenly distributed on the raft for it to stay afloat. Before Brennan knew what was happening, she was underwater with the inner tube on top of her. Booth pulled it off, and she stood, a little disoriented and breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?" he asked, brushing some wet tendrils of hair behind her ears.

"Yeah," she said, rubbing her eyes. "That was fun until the end."

He chuckled and wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they walked out of the pool. "Let's go lay in the lazy river," he suggested.

"Okay," she agreed, as he dropped his arm from her shoulders.

They walked into the lazy river and grabbed two single inner tubes as they floated by. Booth slipped his over his head, but Brennan wanted to lie on top of hers, so she grabbed the handles, struggling to hop up on it. Booth laughed as he watched her.

"May I?" Booth asked, slipping out of his flotation device.

"May you what?" Brennan asked.

"Hold on," he told her.

Brennan held the inner tube handles, and Booth grabbed her waist, hoisting her onto the plastic floatation device. She yelped in surprise as he picked her up and set her down on the tube. She shifted around to get comfortable as Booth hopped back up onto his.

"Why did you do that?" she asked as Booth hopped up onto his tube.

"Because if I had waited for you to do it, we'd be here all day," he said.

"Aren't we going to be here all day unless we get an ID?" Brennan asked. Booth shot her an amused look. Brennan returned the look. "Too literal?"

He leaned back, closed his eyes, and let the sun soak into his skin. "Just relax, Bones."

They floated along the river for a few minutes before Brennan opened her eyes and saw that she was beginning to float pretty far away from Booth. "Booth!" she called.

"What?" he asked, opening his eyes.

"You're too far away," she said, reaching for a wall to still her movements.

"Well, we can't have that," he replied in a flirty tone.

Booth grinned and reached out to grab the handle of her inner tube. He wrapped his fingers around it and pulled her to him. She smiled as he kept his fingers firmly wrapped around the plastic handle and leaned back again.

"This is nice," she said, gently kicking her bare feet in the cool water.

That afternoon, Hodgins and Angela flew back to Washington DC in a private FBI plane. They were stretched out in one of the large, reclined airline seats, Angela lying underneath Hodgins, kissing him deeply. Hodgins pulled away and glanced at his watch.

"Can we eat now?" he asked, eyeing the meal on the other side of the aisle.

"No way, dude. You've got at least twenty more minutes of kissing left," Angela said.

"Are you going to make me kiss you the entire flight?" he asked.

"That roller coaster went backwards in the dark, Hodgins," she said. "And then I almost got attacked by a giant Yeti, so you should be grateful I'm not making you strip down and join the mile-high club."

Hodgins laughed. "We're already members, remember? The flight to Aruba after our almost-wedding…"

Angela's face lit up. "Oh yeah! That was a good flight." She curled her fingers into his shirt, pulling his mouth back down to hers.

Back at Typhoon Lagoon, Brennan wandered over to the surf pool after running back to the lockers to check for any messages. She found Booth sitting at the edge of the wave pool with his legs stretched out in front of him, letting the waves gently rock him. Brennan sat down next to him, mimicking his position.

"Well?" Booth asked.

"No texts, but there was one voicemail on your phone," she said.

"What'd it say?"

"How should I know?" she asked.

"You didn't listen to it?" he asked in surprise.

"I don't know your voicemail pass code," she said.

"You don't? I know yours," he revealed.

"You do not," she challenged.

"8-3-0-0," Booth recited.

She looked stunned. "How do you know that?"

"August 3rd, 2000," he said. "The day you got your doctorate."

"Unbelievable," she said. "I've never told you that."

He simply shot her a charm smile and stood up to go back to the lockers. "You'll be here when I get back?"

Brennan nodded. Booth returned just a few minutes later. She was lying on her stomach at the edge of the wave pool, facing away from the water. She let the surf gently wash over her, her wet skin glistening in the sun. He took a few seconds to simply look at her, not wanting to disturb her peace or end their enjoyable afternoon.

"Bones!" he finally called, causing quite a few guests to give him a strange look. She popped her head up to find him. "We've gotta go!"

She stood, pulling her swim top down over her stomach. She walked over to him and asked, "What's going on?"

"There's a couple in St. Petersburg; they saw Angela's sketch on the news. They think it's their daughter," he said.

"St. Petersburg? That's over a hundred miles away, Booth," she said. "Do we have time for that?"

"Their daughter is dead, Bones," he said. "We make time."

After hurried showers and a long drive to St. Petersburg, Booth and Brennan were sitting in the living room of Tom and Anne Bierle. Brennan used her laptop to run a photo of their daughter Billie through Angela's facial recognition program for identification confirmation.

"While we're waiting on that, why do you think we found your daughter?" Booth asked.

"Aside from the fact that it looks like her?" Tom asked. "We haven't heard from her since Friday afternoon. That's…unusual."

"Why haven't you reported her missing?" Brennan asked.

"Unusual, but not unheard of," Tom clarified.

"She's twenty-four," Anne added. "She has no obligation to check in with us on a regular basis if she doesn't want to."

Brennan's computer beeped, and her face fell. "It's a match. I'm very sorry."

"What can you tell us about Billie's connection with Disney World?" Booth asked.

"Disney?" Anne asked through tears.

"She was found in one of their attractions," Booth said.

"Oh god," Anne cried.

"Billie worked with their professional intern program, with the Imagineers," Tom said.

"Imagineers?" Brennan asked.

"That's what they call their engineers. Her roommate told her about the program."

"And the roommate's name?" Booth asked.

"Joanna Kent," Anne said. "They live in Orlando."

"Billie was a grad student?" Brennan asked.

"Yes," Tom said. "University of South Florida; she and Joanna moved to Orlando for the year to work with Disney, though they didn't work together."

"Did Billie ever mention trouble at work or with work or a coworker she didn't get along with?" Booth asked.

"No, nothing like that," Anne said. "She spent the first part of the year working on the Space Mountain refurbishment, and last we heard, she was now assisting with the plans for the Fantasyland redesign."

"Boyfriend?" Booth asked.

"Not that we were aware of," Tom said. "She's never mentioned problems with anyone."

"You think it was a colleague?" Anne asked.

"The evidence we have collected so far is leading us to believe so, yes," Brennan said.

"Do you know who she went to Magic Kingdom's cast member event with last Friday?" Booth asked.

"No," Anne said. "I knew she was going, but not who with, though I assumed Joanna."

"She was one of those girls who kind of kept to herself as much as possible," Tom said. "We had a quiet home, and she was shy…always believed she'd worry about a social life after she got her degrees and established a career."

At that, Anne dissolved into tears, leaning her head onto her husband's shoulder, crying over the future her daughter would never have. Brennan slowly slipped her computer into her bag and looked at Booth. He nodded and stood. She followed, and Booth slipped Tom a card.

"If you think of anything that might help us find who did this, please don't hesitate to call," Booth said.

Tom nodded, and Booth and Brennan let themselves out. Booth drove in a dark silence for an hour. They were almost out of Tampa before Brennan spoke.

"You're quiet," she said.

"So are you," Booth pointed out.

"I'm always quiet," she said. "You haven't shut up since we got here."

"Yeah, well, this isn't so fun anymore," Booth said. Brennan, illuminated only by the streetlights on the interstate, nodded her agreement.

"What's our plan for tomorrow?" she asked.

"I want to start with the roommate," Booth said. "I know she seems like a workaholic, but the roommate was the only one her parents specifically mentioned by name."

"Workaholic?" Brennan asked.

"Well, yeah, she didn't have a social life because she was so absorbed in her studies."

"Right," Brennan said slowly.

Booth cringed. "You were like that, weren't you?"

"I don't know if it was a conscious choice on my part. It seems to have been for Billie. I just…I never had any friends," Brennan said. She was silent for a moment before adding. "You're right. This isn't fun anymore."

The roller coaster Angela referred to is Animal Kingdom's Expedition: Everest. It's fairly new, but it's pretty awesome.

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