Booth and Angela sped down the motorway, the sirens ringing out so they could get there faster. The airport was an hour away, Booth worried that they wouldn't make it in time although he decided not to share this thought with Angela.

"Do you have to go so fast ?" questioned Angela, clinging onto the side.

"Do you want to get to Bones in time ?" asked Booth, dodging a small mini.

"Yes, but -"

"Then thats your answer" replied Booth, beeping his horn as a car tried to block his way.

Angela nodded, deciding that Booth wasn't in the best of moods now. Angela gazed out of the window, pushing a stray curl behind her ear and sighed. She felt awful, infact she felt like an idiot, she had treated her friend like trash because of her own problems. She wished that she had realised Temperance was only helping sooner, maybe they wouldn't of been in this situation.

Meanwhile, in Booths head he was angry with himself. He had let the women he loved, the women of his dreams, get away from him because he was scared. He was meant to be an FBI agent, not a woman. He wished that he hadn't left his feelings unspoken, Bones was his partner and he told her everything. Well, nearly everything; he didn't tell her that he loved her more then anything in this world.

"Booth, what if she goes before we even get to apologise ?" said Angela, her voice was no more then a whisper.

"She won't, I hope" replied Booth, sighing.

"Booth, she might already be on that plane though!" snapped Angela.

Booth rolled his eyes, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. He began to dial a number, he rested it on the dashboard and turned it on loudspeaker while he continued to drive through the hetic motorway.

"Cam, could you give me the Washington D.C Airline phone number, please ?" asked Booth, he gestured for a pen to Angela.

Angela passed him a pen and piece of paper, Booth kept one hand on the steering wheel while he wrote with his other hand. Cam read out the number, wished him and Angela luck before hanging up. Booth typed the number in his phone, he listened as it began to ring and hoped he was in time to stop Temperance from leaving.

"Hello, Washington D.C Airline, how may we help you ?" said a female voice.

"Hello, Im Special Agent Seeley Booth from the FBI. I was just wondering if the London flight had set off yet ?" said Booth politely.

"One moment, Mr Booth" replied the women.

Booth saw Angela cross her fingers. They waited a few minutes, they had almost forgotten when the female voice rung out, causing them to jump.

"Mr Booth, sorry about that. The passengers have just boarded the flight, it should be setting off in approximately ten minutes" said the female.

"Could you delay the flight, please ?" asked Booth.

"Mr Booth, I assure you that I can not disrupt that flight -"

"Listen, Im from the FBI and I have suspicion that someone is travelling with an illegal object - it is my job -"

"Ok, how long will you need the flight to be delayed ?" questioned the female.

"Atleast twenty minutes" replied Booth, grinning at Angela.

"Ok, I will inform the captain" said the Female.

"Ok, thanks!" grinned Booth, flipping his phone shut. "Looks like Bones will have to wait twenty minutes longer!"