Hi guys! Those of you character-story fans will enjoy this chapter, though I should warn all the Disney fans that Brennan *may* potentially ruin a few rides for you. The chapter title does call her the "surly scientist," after all.

Anyway, as always, Bones and everything Disney mentioned here isn't mine, but can be looked up online if anyone who's never been wants to visualize where B&B are and what they're doing. Hope you enjoy the chapter!

"Bones!" Booth said, hopping onto the middle of the edge of her bed next to her sleeping form. "Bones, wake up."

"Mmm…" she moaned, scrunching up her face as she fought to stay asleep.

"Bo-ones ," he drew out, shaking her gently.

"What?" she sighed, opening her eyes.

"I got breakfast," he said, pointing to the table full of food on the other side of the room.

"It's early," she sighed. "I want sleep, not food."

"I know, but the park opens in 45 minutes so you need to get up and eat and get ready."

"Oh," she said, sitting up in her bed. "Who are we going to question?"

"What? No, nobody…it's Sunday, Bones!"

"So?" she asked.

"Soooo," he said, drawing out the word. "We worked through Saturday. It's our day off."

"But the case isn't closed," she said.

"But the Jeffersonian is down, and we don't have any more leads at the moment, so we're kind of in limbo until the squints give us something more to go on."

"Where exactly do you think you're taking me in 45 minutes?" she asked. Booth grinned, hopped off the bed, and opened the floor-length curtains, giving Brennan a beautiful view of the Cinderella Castle. It took her less than three seconds to say, "No."

"We've been there three times this week, and I still haven't ridden anything," Booth said.

"I don't want to do that. Go by yourself," Brennan said.

"I can't go to Magic Kingdom by myself. I'd look creepy," Booth said.

"I don't want to waste the day on childish rides," Brennan said. "Angela and I went on the ridiculous flying elephant and the carousel. That's enough for me."

"I didn't get to do that!" Booth protested. "What do you want to do today anyway?"

"I would like to go over all the case materials and try to ascertain what we're missing."

"Bones…it's Sunday," he said again. "It's the day of rest."

"I'm not religious, Booth. Sunday is no different than Wednesday, as far as I'm concerned!" she protested.

"You really expect me to sit here and watch you work all day when I'm surrounded by theme parks and have a free ticket in my pocket?" he asked.

"No, I expect you to help," she said. "Though I said you're free to go by yourself."

"You don't have the squints working today, do you?" he asked.

Cam disengaged the manual lock and pushed one of the Jeffersonian's sliding doors to the side, allowing Angela, Hodgins, and Mr. Nigel-Murray to file into the lab. As the power was still out, the room's only illumination came from the light pouring in through the sunroof.

"What exactly does Brennan think we're going to be able to accomplish without our equipment?" Angela asked through a yawn.

"She just requested that we keep trying to do anything we can," Cam said. "Come on, we didn't have all this amazing technology at the beginning of our careers. We should all just…remember what that was like."

"Terrible?" Hodgins suggested as Angela shot Cam a skeptical look.

"I am at the beginning of my career," Mr. Nigel-Murray pointed out.

"Look, I promised Brennan we'd try. I didn't promise we'd stay all day. We'll get out of here at noon," Cam said. "No need to ruin the whole weekend."

Brennan's cell rang just as she and Booth boarded the boat to transport guests from the Grand Floridian hotel to the Magic Kingdom. They were sandwiched between four male college students on Spring Break and a family with three young children. Brennan grabbed her phone.

"Brennan," she answered.

"You're awake," Angela said, almost disgusted.

"So are you," Brennan said. "Why did you say that like it was a bad thing?"

"You were supposed to go dancing last night!" she said.

"We did," Brennan said. "You were right. The club was quite enjoyable."

"Sweetie, if you are bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 8:45 after a night of dancing, you didn't do it right," she said.

"Bushy-tailed?" Brennan asked. "I'm assuming that's some sort of odd colloquialism, but I can assure you, we didn't get back until well after midnight."

"Then why are you up at 8:45?" Angela asked.

"Booth has abducted me," Brennan said.

As Brennan chatted with Angela, Booth stared out of the side of the boat, waiting to get a clear view of the castle. He was distracted, however, when the college boys next to him began discussing Brennan.

"Dude, I wouldn't mind if she kept me out past midnight," one of them said.

A second guy glanced at Brennan. "That chick is hot, man," he agreed.

"Hey!" Booth said, turning to them. "Don't talk about my partner like that. She's a lady. Show some respect."

"So what are you guys working on?" Brennan asked. "Did Mr. Nigel-Murray get the bones cleaned before the blackout?"

"Okay, that's…" Booth said, grabbing Brennan's phone. "Let me see this."

"Hey!" Brennan objected.

"Who am I talking to?" he asked Brennan, the phone in his hands.

"I am not telling. I do not aid thieves," she said, hands on her hip.

"Angela," Booth guessed, speaking into the phone. Brennan's mouth slightly dropped open in surprise, telling him he was correct. "Stop working. Go home. Enjoy your weekend."

"You cannot tell them to do that!" Brennan complained. "You aren't their boss!"

"Neither…are you!" Booth gleefully reminded her. Brennan looked insulted as the couple next to her snickered.

"Booth!" Angela called, a wicked gleam on her face. "Don't worry; Cam's going to let us all go at noon. Don't tell Bren that, though."

Brennan reclaimed her phone. "Do not listen to him, Ange. I know it's difficult, but we need more to go on."

"We're trying, Brennan," Angela promised. "Hey, try not to ruin Booth's day because you're frustrated with us, okay?"

"I'm not frustrated with you. I'm frustrated with the case," she said.

"Still," Angela said. "We had fun at the Studios. Let him have fun there."

"I'll try," Brennan said.

Booth and Brennan stepped onto Main Street after making their way through security and the ticket turnstiles. Booth grabbed a map and a timesheet before heading to the left. Brennan, startled by his abrupt change of direction, sprinted after him.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"City Hall," he said as they walked inside. "It'll only take a minute."

When it was his turn, he asked the young employee behind the desk if they had the Disney dollars there. The young woman said that they did and pulled out three different sets, one set featuring the Disney princess, one featuring pirates, and one featuring the classic Disney characters decked out in celebration gear. The dollars featured full-color printings of the characters on the front and a bright color picture of the castle on the back.

"What can I get you?" the girl asked.

"I'll take the pirate five-dollar bill and the Mickey and Pluto one-dollar," he said.

"Okay, that'll be six dollars," she said, placing his choices into an envelope.

Booth exchanged his currency for the Disney dollars and slipped the envelope into Brennan's bag as they began walking outside.

"You stopped to get cartoon money?" Brennan asked. "Are your American dollars not good enough?"

"I'm not going to spend them. They're for Parker," he said.

"What's Parker going to do with them? They're only redeemable here," she said.

"He'll keep them as a souvenir," Booth said.

"You spent six dollars on a paper souvenir?" she asked in disbelief.

"There's probably not much I could buy him for under six dollars, Bones, and these are cooler than some dinky keychain."

"Those buttons are free," she said, pointing to a car full of buttons just outside City Hall.

"What buttons?" he asked.

"Surely you've noticed the buttons. They say things like 'Happy Birthday' or 'First Visit.' Everyone seems to be wearing at least one," she said.

"Let's check 'em out," he said.

They walked over to the button-filled cart and started peering at the selection. The employee behind the car noticed and grabbed three large buttons, holding them out for Booth and Brennan to see.

"Which one are you looking for?" she asked.

Of the three she held in her hands, one was white with Mickey and Minnie in wedding attire, the words 'Just Married' underneath them. The second was red with Mickey, Minnie, and a big red heart, the words 'Happy Anniversary' near the top. The third was purple with Cinderella's carriage driving down a long road, the words 'Happily Ever After…' printed in script across the button. Booth and Brennan shared a glance.

"We are not a couple," Brennan said.

"Yeah, we'll just take a couple of these," Booth muttered, grabbing two of the green 'I'm Celebrating!' buttons. He pinned his on his shirt as they walked back onto Main Street. He tried to hand Brennan hers, but she didn't take it.

"What are we celebrating?" she asked.

"I don't know," he shrugged. "Whatever."

"Well, in that case, I'll have nothing to celebrate until Billie's killer is behind bars."

"Right," Booth muttered.

He dropped back behind her to pin the button on her canvas backpack. She rolled her eyes but kept silent as he steered her towards Fantasyland. They walked through Cinderella's Castle and into a line for Peter Pan's Flight. After a brief wait, they boarded a boat with golden sails. As the boat turned the first corner, the track shifted to an overhead one.

"Oh, because the boat flew in the movie," Brennan said.

"How do you know that?" Booth asked.

"Every child watches Disney films, Booth. Even me," she answered.

"Really?" Booth asked, trying not to grin as a glimmer of hope washed over him.

"Yes," she said. "Though I never much cared for the princesses. They were terrible role models for young girls."

"But I bet you like Mulan, though, right?" he asked.

"Who?" she asked.

"Never mind," he sighed, his hope of her enjoying the day fading.

One of the rooms of the Peter Pan ride featured the popular song "You Can Fly!" while the park guests soared over a miniature, illuminated London. Booth's face lit up as they entered the room.

"Wow, Bones," Booth said. "Isn't that beautiful? We're flying over Big Ben!"

"This building isn't that tall. We're likely no more than about ten feet off the ground."

They went across the street to It's a Small World after getting off the Peter Pan ride. They were seated in the second row of the large boat, and, as they floated into the building, Booth began goofily singing the tune. Brennan looked surprised.

"You know the words?" she asked.

"This is one of those annoying songs that get stuck in your head for days," he said. "I thought everyone knew the words."

"Apparently not," she said. "I don't think I approve of this ride anyway."

"But it's a classic," Booth said.

"Yes, but it gives the illusion that world peace is possible by showing multiple cultures co-existing without conflict when in reality, that could never happen because conflict among vastly different societies is an anthropological inevitability, which is why our world is constantly filled with wars. It's misleading," she said.

Booth's jaw dropped at her explanation. He spent the rest of the ride sulking in his seat. After Brennan immediately pointed out that the skeleton in the beginning of the Snow White ride was not anatomically correct, they made it through most of the rest of Fantasyland without any complaints or arguments. Booth even thought he saw her crack a smile when they were spinning their teal teacup as fast as it could go on the Mad Tea Party ride. When they entered Pooh's dream room on the Winnie the Pooh ride, however, she leaned over to him.

"Heffalumps and woozles?" she asked.

"Elephants and weasels," he answered.

"I can see that, Booth, but why do they call them that? That's absurd."

"It's for kids, Bones," he said.

"But if the pig is Piglet, and the rabbit is Rabbit, and the owl is Owl, why isn't the weasel called Weasel?" she asked. He thought about it for a moment.

"Because they're the villains, and that's not scary," he said, not having a better answer.

"That is supposed to be scary?" she asked, pointing to a green woozle coming out of a honey pot. He sighed heavily and glanced away from her, facing forward as they crossed into the next room of the ride.

The end of the Pooh ride marked their finishing of Fantasyland, so Booth led the way to the Tomorrowland Indy Speedway. She called his name after he began heading for the end of the line. He turned around.

"Yes?" he asked.

"The wait is 40 minutes," she said, pointing to the screen that indicated that.

"So?" he asked.

"So I can drive a real car. Why would I wait that long to drive a fake one on a track?"

"O-kay, Dr. Killjoy," Booth said, finally having enough. "You know what you need? You need…what's that brain chemical that makes you happy?"

"Serotonin?" she asked.

"Yeah, that…you need a nice, strong boost of serotonin," he said. He grabbed her by the hand and began pulling her towards Toontown. "Come on."

Back in the Jeffersonian, Angela and Hodgins sat on the platform on either side of an autopsy table. The Petri dish with the small shards of glittery plastic rested on the table between them. Both Angela and Hodgins stared down at it.

"Snow globe," Hodgins suggested.

"Could be," Angela agreed. "Plastic picture frame?"

"Possibly," he said. "Packaging from something?"

"Maybe," Angela muttered. "Oh, what about one of those little Mickey figurines designed by artists? Those were everywhere down there. Designing one of those would be fun."

"Oh my God, there is too much glitter in Disney World!" Hodgins moaned.

Cam wandered onto the platform and stood at the head of the autopsy table. She watched them stare at the plastic for a few moments before saying, "What are you two doing?"

"Trying to figure out what product this plastic is from," Angela said.

"Though we're basically just guessing from memory, so we're getting nowhere," Hodgins exclaimed.

"And that's assuming the product is actually from Disney. It may not be," Angela said.

"Do you really think the plastic is that significant?" Cam asked.

"Well, she was struck in the head with something, and those shards were found in her remains, so yeah…maybe," Angela nodded.

"What do we know about the weapon?" Cam asked.

"It's spherical and didn't create an entry wound on the skull," Hodgins said. "And it's inconspicuous enough to get past theme park security."

"Or it was bought in the theme park after entry," Cam said.

"Right," Hodgins said. "Any guesses?"

"Well, I'm no expert, but glitter makes me think princess," Cam said. "Michelle had a bunch of Disney princess stuff when she was a little girl…glitter everywhere."

"Oh!" Angela exclaimed, hopping up off her stool. She jogged down the platform steps and disappeared in her office.

"Something I said?" Cam asked.

Hodgins grinned. "She knows what it is."

Angela returned with one of Disney's classic light-up toys, a princess scepter with a pink handle and a large globe on the top made of clear, glittery plastic. A small, less translucent globe rested inside of the larger one. "Something like this?" Angela asked.

"What is that?" Cam asked.

Angela held down the yellow button on the handle. The large globe lit up, while the globe inside began spinning, changing colors every few seconds. Cam grinned.

"Why am I not surprised you have one of those?" Cam asked.

"She had a princess crown painted on her face," Hodgins said. "I thought her royal highness needed a scepter."

"Since it sounds like you bought this on a whim, I'm guessing they're common?" Cam asked. Angela laughed.

"Yeah, they're only sold in every souvenir shop or stand there. We got it from a hawker at the Studios' night show," Angela said. "What do you think?"

Cam took the toy from Angela while Hodgins slipped on a glove and held up a plastic shard. He nodded.

"Looks like a match," he said.

"With enough force, this could definitely have cracked her skull. You can run a scenario through the Angelatron tomorrow," Cam said. She held the toy back out to Angela.

Angela cringed. "I don't think I want that anymore."

Booth and Brennan got off the Walt Disney World railroad at the Frontierland station. They walked down the wooden staircase and took a few steps before Booth stopped, the entrance to Big Thunder Mountain to his left and the entrance to Splash Mountain on his right.

"Pick your poison," he said, holding out his arms to point at the two thrill rides.

"That one," she said, pointing to Thunder Mountain. "I don't like walking around wet."

After a thirty-five minute wait, Booth and Brennan boarded the train, taking a row near the center of the long car. They took off, whipping through the dark bat caves before reaching the first hill. At the top of the hill, when they exited the darkness, Booth looked over at her and noticed that Brennan wasn't even trying to hide her grin. The train went over a couple small bumps, and Brennan yelped in surprise, instinctively gripping Booth's wrist with both hands as she was bounced out of her seat. They turned a corner, and she chuckled as the train sped over alternating tilted track pieces, jostling the riders back and forth to simulate traveling over a rocky mountain. One more turn, and they started up another hill, the largest of the ride.

Booth looked at her as they began going up. Her blue eyes were sparkling, her smile bright as laughter escaped her lips. The sunlight bounced off her ponytail, making her hair look redder than normal, and her cheeks had just a hint of pinkness to them, though Booth couldn't tell if that was the result of the sun or the force of the wind against her face during the roller coaster. Either way, he thought, she looked absolutely beautiful. He snaked an arm behind her, not touching her, and said, "Bones, come here."

"What?" she asked, scooting closer to him on the seat.

"I want you to see something," he said, pointing at nothing in particular out in the increasingly better view of the theme park. "Come here."

She scooted until her thigh was brushing against his. She leaned her head a little ways across him to see what it was he wanted to her to look at. When her face was aligned with his, he turned his face towards her and captured her lips in a short but tender kiss. He pulled away with a faint smack, and she stared at him, lips slightly parted, in genuine surprise. After a moment, she opened her mouth to question him.

"Booth, what…" she began. She cut herself off with a gasp as the train reached the top of the mountain and went hurtling down the curvy decline.

I love Disney more than most people I know, and I hope I didn't scar anyone for life, but coming up with ways for Brennan to have issues with these rides is definitely on my list of "most fun things I've ever written" so I hope some of you guys found it funny, too. She'll be nicer next chapter, I promise. The chapters thus far have been one day per chapter, but Chapter Eight will be Part Two of B&B's Magic Kingdom day.

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