Brennan landed in St. Thomas and there was a car waiting to take her to the other side of the island as close as her publicist could get her to where Booth's cell phone had been pinged. She was registered at a Resort a few miles from, as the crow flies, where Booth possibly was.
She got checked in and got a moped to ride around on. She headed for Sapphire Beach to start looking for him. Once over by the beach she walked around till the GPS on her phone put her where his was, standing in a complex of condos. "Think like Booth Tempe, where would you go? Bar, beach, or where ever the women are in the least amount of clothing." What did she have to lose, "Booth … Booth Where are you?"
He was sitting at the small table in the condo having his meal when he heard her voice.
Oh Lord no, I am thousands of miles away on an island and I still hear her voice.
"Booth … Booth" She yelled as she walked slowly between the buildings and rounded the corner near the last building sand headed for the beach
"The voice was fading, "There is no way she is here." He got up and walked to the deck and looked around, "See, Seeley she is not here you are just losing your marbles." He walked back over and sat down to finish his meal.
Tempe walked around the beach a little taking a look around, making mental notes of places Booth would go and things he might do. After a couple of hours she headed back on for her resort. She found a very colorful bar on her way back and decided to stop for a drink before going to her room. She entered and sat at the far end of the bar, ordered her drink and watched the people walk in and out.
She finished her drink and walked out, she was putting on a helmet when she heard a small car coming, she turned and looked at it a smile crossed her face as she finished latching the helmet. The car reminded her of one they got in England and how it infuriated Booth to no end. She turned around and settled herself on the moped and checked the road and headed back for her resort. Booth had pulled up and was stepping out of the car as he noticed the movement of a girl on a moped. She moved a lot like Bones. "Jesus Booth, give it a rest, she is not here. Get her out of your mind. People are going to start thinking you are nuts."
The next morning Brennan was up early and out of her room, she drove the moped back down to the beach and started to walk. She called his number again and once again got the voice mail, "Booth, I don't know if you are getting these and ignoring them or if you are unable to call. I don't want to clutter your phone with … Anyway if you get this call me."
She found her a place to sit in the sand and watch the waves roll in. She could see a considerable distance on the beach in both directions and now all she could do was watch for his familiar form.
Booth came out of the bathroom and looked for his cell. "Where did I put it? Need it incase Parker calls. Where the hell did I put the damn thing?" He stood in the middle of the room with his hands on his towel covered hips beads of water slipping out of his hair and down his back and chest. He remembered the text message from her when he was trying to drink her out of his mind and the pillow, he went over and there it was peeking out from under the pillow. The battery icon was flashing, where the hell did I put that charger, he hit the voice mail, hoping the battery would hold up until he could plug it in.
The sound of her voice stopped his search. "Booth, please call me, we need to talk." She was crying, trying to hide it but crying. He pulled the cell away from his ear to call her and it was dead. "Son of a bitch." He went back to looking for his charger. "Don't tell me I didn't pack it. Of all the dumb stupid, idiot things I have done." He slammed his fist into the bed. "Where the hell am I going to pick up a charger?"
Booth headed out for the small store he had been at the day before to find out where he might get a charger for his phone. The news wasn't good; he had to drive to the other side of the island to the more populated areas to find what he needed. He bought a couple of bottles of water and headed for across the island. His jog would have to wait until this evening or tomorrow morning.
Brennan waited for several hours on the beach before she gave up. Either he was not getting her messages or he was ignoring them. She didn't know which, she didn't know whether to stay and keep trying to find him or go home and wait for him to come back. For the first time since that morning in her apartment she felt that familiar pain in her chest, the pain she felt when he was with Hannah and she had lost him.
She refused to think about it now; she got on the moped and headed back to the resort. Once in her room, she broke down crying. If she would have only told him that morning that she had not moved on, things would be so different now. If she hadn't been so scared of loving him before Hannah, things would be so different now. She laid across her bed and cried herself out, never letting go of her phone or the hope that he would call her.
She finally pushed herself off the bed and went into the bathroom to wash her face, then went and sat out on the deck feeling the tropical air all around her and wondering what her life could be like if she chose to live here and just write. No more Jeffersonian, no more dead bodies, no more Booth, no more heart ache. This would be the easy solution, painful yes, but the easiest. Going back and having to face him everyday knowing I blew it would be unbearable.
Way to give up Tempe, never knew you to throw in the towel so easy. Not when there is something you really want. And you really want Booth, don't you? I could try to win him back. I don't even know where to begin to win him back. I could use sex, pfft, no that didn't work for him with Rebecca, Tessa, or Hannah. "Geez Tempe what are you thinking? You are an intelligent woman, thinking about sex with Booth. Okay sex with Booth would be … wow, but not as a way to secure his love. If you want this man and really want this man you just have to tell him. First you have to get him to answer his phone first. She sighed and went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet, poured in some bath salts, checked the temperature of the water, then slid down into the tub, leaned back and closed her eyes.