A/N: I'm so excited to post this chapter! I still have no clue where on Earth I'm going with this story although I do have some ideas. More ideas will welcomed after the next chapter (so Chapter 4) as to where you would like to see the story going. Anyway think about it and tell me after Chapter 4. :-)

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The sun had been up for hours, birds, hidden in the trees, were chirping happily like nothing bad could ever happen to them. Bees were buzzing from flower to flower and, far away, a grass mower could be heard. But it was none of those that pulled Seeley Booth from his slumber.

The ring of his cellphone woke him up. Stretching slightly, he blindly reached over to his cell phone resting on the bedside table and brought it to his ear.

"Booth." He stated, his voice thick with sleep.

"Booth, it's Cullen. I'm sorry to bother you on your day off but I need you to come down to the Bureau."

Booth opened one eye and turned his head towards his clock: 10:45.

"What for?" He replied, wiping the sleep from his face with his free hand.

He heard his boss sigh on the other side of the phone. Booth slowly sat up in his bed, his whole body still aching from his mountain climbing the previous day with his brother.

"You're finally getting what you wanted." His boss answered. "Now get down here so we can talk about this."

At this particular moment, Booth had never felt more awake.

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Getting ready had never taken him this amount of time. Actually, he could positively say, without a doubt, that he had accomplished a record this particular morning. Breakfast had never been swallowed so quickly and he had simply thrown on the first pair of pants and first shirt he had found. Sandals had completed this assemble and Booth had been out the door fifteen minutes after setting foot out of his bed.

It was only once he had reached the freeway that he forced himself to slow down. After all, he didn't want to get in an accident this morning. He needed to get to his office as quickly as possible but he still wanted to get there in one piece.

But when Booth saw the line-up of cars, he cursed under his breath.

"It's Friday for crying' out loud! How come there is so much traffic?" He asked himself out loud.

He turned on the radio. The announcer told him that an accident had occured on the freeway. Booth sighed frustratedly. Fingers drummed the steering wheel for a few seconds before Booth stopped, annoyed by his own behavior.

All he wanted was to get to the Bureau as fast as he could. His boss had told him on the phone that he was finally getting what he wanted. If he understood this correctly, and he was, the FBI had finally agreed to grant him his wish: being transferred to L.A.

Two years ago, Booth had lost his partner to that city. She had left him with only a letter confessing her feelings for him to remember her by but, most of all, she had left him with his own, unexpressed feelings.

His first reaction had been to take the first plane to L.A. to find her. An advice from Angela had changed his mind.

"I think it's better off if you just leave it like it is, Booth. She left for California and not even you will bring her back. I'm sorry to tell you this but you'll be wasting your time if you fly over there."

For some reason, he had listened to her.

So he had waited. A month or two had gone by and he still hadn't heard from her. He was going completely crazy without her, the image of her glued permanently in his mind. Wherever he went, he saw her. Every song reminded him of her. He had become obsessed and knew it. He just wasn't able to forget her.

To his friends, his behavior was heartbreaking but had soon grown to simply being pathetic. They wished for him to get over her but nothing worked. Then suddenly, things had changed. Temperance had been gone for four months when Booth's behavior had gone from depressed and obsessive to active and carefree.

Then, a month after this sudden change, an FBI 'newsletter' had informed him of an available post in the L.A. division. Booth had run to his boss' office to inform him that he wanted to take the job. Cullen had simply laughed in his face. But Booth hadn't given up.

For a year, he tried at every opportunity he had to talk to his boss, but Cullen always had the same response:

"I know you miss your partner, Booth, but I can't just transfer you to another city because of that. You're staying here, Booth, and that is it!"

This had taken place six months ago and after a while, Booth had just stopped trying. He started dating again, with no luck. He stopped trying to get transferred, much to his boss' happiness. But the less he tried, the more he missed her. The less he tried, the more he began to feel frustrated. He needed to see her again. His life had never been the same after she had left. He missed her. He needed to be with her. And, despite all the months that had gone by, he was pretty sure he still loved her.

Even after two years, she hadn't called. Angela refused to talk to him about her and Hodgins and Zack simply walked away the second he'd walk in the lab. Cam was the only one still talking to him and, as much as he liked her, he wished Angela would be the one talking to him. She had information on his former partner. He knew they had stayed in touch. How could they have not? But Booth just didn't understand why the artist played dumb every time he asked her about her best friend.

The traffic jam finally cleared up and Booth was finally able to get off the freeway, close to thirty minutes later. He could see the FBI building only corners away from the exit. He smiled. Soon enough, he would be able to get the answers to his questions. Soon, he would be in California and Temperance and him would be able to start things up again.

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"Booth, I think you know why we're meeting." Cullen said as Booth sat down in a comfy armchair while his boss closed the door to his office.

Cullen walked over to his own seat and cleared his throat.

"For two years you have been... begging us, for lack of a better term, to be transferred to L.A. Your partner had moved there, you missed her and blah blah blah. Booth, I'd like to introduce to you Deputy Director Samson, head of the FBI headquarters in Los Angeles."

Booth turned to the man sitting beside her and nodded curtly. The visitor did the same.

"Samson informed me that they were in great need of a new field agent in L.A. so I immediately thought of you."

Samson spoke up.

"You'd be working with Agent Christopher Dawson, a new recruit who's in need of a 'superior', if you will." Samson explained. "He's young, 30-something years old, pretty upbeat. I'm pretty sure you'd like him."

"Yes," Cullen continued. "the L.A. department recently lost their most talented field agent."

Samson nodded.

"I'm sure you've heard of him, Booth. Thomas Ritchie."

Booth shrugged. He had only vaguely heard of the story.

"He was a great man. Had two children, a boy and a little girl. His daughter is only three months old. Poor thing. She will never know who her father was."

Samson shook his head as though to push back the memory of his loss as far back in his mind as he could. He turned to face Booth.

"So, what do you say?"

Booth remained calmed.

"I'd be more than happy to be part of your team, Sir." He replied, looking at his new boss straight in the eyes to show him he was serious.

Samson smiled.

"Welcome aboard, Booth."

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"You're going where?" Angela asked, her eyes wide in shock and surprise.

"Los Angeles." Booth replied, nonchalantly.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"No. I just think it would be a good opportunity for me, that's all. I'll be training a new agent down there. The cases will be different, the environment will be different. It's a good change for me."

Angela rolled her eyes.

"Do you want to know what I'm hearing, Seeley? I'm hearing: 'I'm going to L.A. and maybe I'll be able to see Bones again.' That's what I'm hearing, Booth, and frankly I'm not liking the sound of it."

"And why is that?"

Angela sighed before leaning towards her friend. Looking at him straight in the eyes, she gave him an answer.

"Brennan currently has a lot of things going on in her life. She doesn't need you to barge in also."

Booth gulped. It was the first time in two years that Angela was talking about her best friend. His heart began to race inside his chest and his throat went dry.

"You talked to her?"

Stupid question, Seeley. Way to go, man.

"Yeah I talk to her. She's doing so much better than she used to and I just don't want you to ruin the things she currently has going for her."

Booth frowned. What was Angela talking about? Did Temperance have a boyfriend? Had she found someone new? Jealousy immediately kicked in.

"You're not going to talk me out of seeing my former partner again, Angela. I miss her. I miss her a lot. There's not one day that goes by that I don't think of her. I just can't stand it anymore. She left me a letter telling me she was in love with me and that she was sorry she was leaving things like this between us. What would you do if you were in that kind of situation?"

Angela looked down.

"I'm going to L.A., Angela, and that's final."

The artist nodded.

Satisfied, Booth got up and was about to walk out of the office when Angela called him back.

"I know I can't stop you, Booth, but just hear me out on this one, okay? Whatever you learn there, please don't do anything stupid."

Confused, Booth nodded and walked away.

Angela waited a few minutes until she was positive that Booth wouldn't walk back in, demanding to know what was going on, before she grabbed the phone in front of her and dialed a number she knew now by heart. A few rings later, a man picked up.

"Hey Jaaaacob, how you doing?" Angela said, old flirtation habits resurfacing. "Yeah, actually, I need you to do me a gigantic favor."

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Ooh! Any ideas as to what Angela is asking this mysterious man?