What Happens in Bahamas - By Switch Posted 11/09/2007 01:11:13 AM

I posted this over on the Boneyard, but i figured since we have a new forum, i could post it over here, and this is where ill finish it i think...anyway, enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Frozen


Temperance Brennan usually liked the winter. She liked trudging through the snow to get to her car, the flakes drifting softly around her head. She liked sitting in her apartment, curled up with a good book, the snow piling lazily around her. She wouldn’t admit it to him, but she loved walking in the snow with Booth. It seemed to block everything else out, until it was just them. Like everything in the world was still, the soft light casting graceful shadows across their faces. The snow would drift onto her lips and hair and melt the moment it touched.

It was fleeting. Like the moments with Booth. For a second, she thought she could tell him how she felt. That she was more in love with him then she’d ever been. But then the moment slipped away, as quickly as it came.

Gone were the soft flakes and careful glances. As comforting as the snow had been, it became cold and isolating in a second. Shutting her away from him and making her feel even more alone then she had.

Right now, was one of the moments that she begged for spring. Christmas and came and passed, and December 26 was supposed to be a day of relaxation. One of those rare days in the year where she could sleep in late and spend the entire day doing absolutely nothing.

Of course, that wasn’t the way life worked. Instead of a warm cozy apartment, she was stuck with a broken heater and no way to fix it until the holidays ended. A prospect that was as daunting as it was cold.

She had tried to compensate for the lack of heat. Under 2 blankets, 3 sweaters, a pair of extra long sweat pants, and a scarf she still felt the aftermath of the blizzard they had had only days ago.

Honestly it pissed her off a little. Despite her strong protest about Christmas, she had come in on Christmas Eve to find an entire stack of presents on her desk. Brennan had said she could give, but she didn’t want to receive. Of course, none of the squints had listened, and she was glad they hadn’t.

This holiday was shaping up to be one of her better. She had spent the better part of it ice skating with Booth and Parker, picking out Christmas gifts with Angela, and trying out almost all of the recipes that she hadn’t had time to during the busy year. She had almost been able to block out the cruel memories she had about Christmas. The loss she had felt. And then this had happened.

The irony almost made her laugh. Almost. If she couldn’t find someway to fix the heat, she might have to take refuge in some one else’s apartment. Angela had jetted off to Fiji with Hodgins for the remainder of their winter vacation, so Booth was her only option. She would take it if it meant not turning into a human icicle.

Booth. She reached up to finger the locket he had given her for Christmas. The little silver heart hung delicately around her neck, and she smiled when her fingers closed around it.

He had given her a set of books on modern pop culture when she and the squints exchanged their gifts, but Booth had stopped by unexpectedly last night, and hooked the locket around her neck, telling her it would keep her safe. The funniest thing was that it did. The same careful affection that Booth brought her lingered softly in the locket.

She stood up; grabbing the wooly red ear flap hat and jamming it over her head, hoping it would bring some semblance of extra warmth. Maybe tea would help.

Just as she was reaching for the mugs, loud knocking on the door interrupted her. She looked through the peep hole to see Booth standing there. Smiling, she realized what and idiot she probably looked like, and debated whether to open the door or not before she pulled it open.

Booth’s eyebrows raised and he grinned broadly when he saw her. He couldn’t help but admit how cute she looked with her fuzzy red hat pulled over her dark hair, its long ear flaps dangling to her shoulders.

“You somewhere under there Bones?” He laughed, reaching out to ruffle her hat, but she scooted out of his reach.

She glared at him. “I happen to have a perfectly logical reason to why I am dressed this way.”

He nodded in mock sincerity, and she could tell that he was making fun of her. “So hit me, what’s with the Eskimo gear?”

“My heater’s broken.” It came out in a mumble sounding more like “my skeaters woken.” Because of the heavy scarf that was tied thickly around her neck.

Booth put a hand to his ear, leaning forward. “Excuse me, I didn’t hear that right, what did you say?”

She pulled the scarf down from her neck, and he could see the teasing annoyance in her ice blue eyes.

“My heater is broken.” He could hear the frustration in her voice, and it obviously was cold in the apartment if she was dressed so heatedly.

Before he could speak again, she interrupted him. “I would ask you to come in, but I don’t know if you’d be able to handle it.”

Booth scoffed, and stepped around her to enter the frigid apartment. He shivered immediately, and echoes of “I told you so” rang in Brennan’s head.

“Jesus Bones! How the hell are you living in here, its like hell frozen over?” She smiled smugly as he stood there in a just jeans and a sweatshirt.

“I tried to warn you.” Brennan hoisted herself up on her concrete countertop, and then jumped down quickly since the counter felt like it was 10 degrees below frozen.

“What are you doing here anyways? Shouldn’t you be ‘relaxing’ during you holiday.” She smiled at him playfully as she settled down on the couch. Standing was making her too cold, and Booth quickly followed.

He rolled his eyes at her air quotes around relaxing. “Actually I have a purpose. Before I entered your igloo from hell, which by the way isn’t healthy for you to be living in at all, I had news that’s going to make you love me forever.”

She tried not to blush when he said he’d love her forever, but she couldn’t help it, so she turned away for a second, not meeting his eyes. She knew he hadn’t been serious, but still…

She rolled her eyes. “What would that be?”

He groaned. “Bones you take the fun out of everything. Why can’t you just be excited for once?”

She frowned in protest. “What! How can I be excited if I don’t even know what it is?”

He sighed, and tried to resist smiling at the confusion on his partner’s pretty face. “For once you could just…” He trailed off. “Never mind. Just close you eyes.”

“What, Booth that’s irrational, why can’t you just tell me?”

“Stop whining Bones and shut you eyes.” She glared at him, but closed her eyes anyways. She didn’t get the point, but there were a lot of things about Booth that she didn’t understand.

Booth took a second to watch Brennan fidget, the lack of control obviously annoying her. He reached into his jacket, pulling out the 2 plane tickets that were going to definitely solve her cold troubles. When he got the call he had barely had time to comprehend. He and Bones, the Caribbean? And the Bureau had asked if he was interested. Every minute he got to spend alone with her made it harder to quell his attraction to her, but there was no way he was passing up this opportunity.

He waved the tickets in front of her face, and he watched as she frowned in confusion.

“K, open up.”

Her eyes flashed open, and she quickly scanned the tickets, puzzlement written across her face.

“What? I don’t get it. Are you going on vacation?” He sighed. Bones would never change.

“Look Bones, 2 tickets.” He raised two fingers in front of her face, which she promptly swatted away. “Two. One for you. One for me.”

She frowned. “I can’t go on vacation with you Booth. And even if I did go you can’t pay for my ticket. I make more money then you do.”

“Yeah thanks Bones, but we’re not going on vacation. We have a case.” She saw the grin spread across his face, and she couldn’t help but smile back.

“In the Bahamas? On Christmas vacation?” She raised her eyebrows in speculation.

He nodded. “Yup. A couple of underground drug lords have been dealing a lot lately, and someone ended up dead. There’s no way to point the finger anywhere unless we can get someone down there. Undercover.”

Booth could see the wheels in her mind spinning. It would definitely solve her heater problem. There was no where warmer then the Bahamas. And time like that with Booth. Would be well worth it. Not that she would tell him that was the reason she wanted to go.

A smile crept across her face as their eyes met. “And you want to take me?”

He shook his head, and it was then he realized how close they were sitting. He could reach out and brush the hair out of her face if he wanted to. Which he did. But he couldn’t. She was Bones.

“No, I mean, yeah, but you’re my partner. I have to.”

She looked down, trying not to be disappointed at his answer. What did she expect?

“Oh.”

*That’s all he thinks of me as. His partner. That’s all I am.*

He could see that his answer had upset her, even if she was trying to hide it. He lifted his fingers under her chin, tilting her face towards his, her crystal eyes meeting his.

“No, I mean of course I want you to come Bones. Who else am I gonna drag against their will to the Bahamas? This is your one-way ticket out of the cold babe.”

She smiled widely, and she couldn’t help but feel that Booth wasn’t taking his eyes off of her. It was a nice feeling, having someone looking at her that way. Especially Booth.

“So…when do we leave?” He grinned back at her,

Maybe a week in the Bahamas was exactly what she needed. Or a certain Special Agent just might do the trick.

*Spontaneity rules.*

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R/R please...thanks guys!! btw these little smilings are SOOOO fun....im addicted

CheeseBK
Posted 11/09/2007 07:22:56 AM

oh, great... I enjoyed this one, hope you put the next chappies up soon!

Switch

Posted 15/09/2007 01:26:49 AM

bump

magicstar

Posted 15/09/2007 10:48:31 PM


Please update soon Im getting restless, this is a great start to the story x

CaRiNeSs
Posted 16/09/2007 09:50:57 PM

Can't wait for an update Switch!!! Please post more soon

fanofbones

Posted 17/09/2007 11:46:34 PM

bump girl....

fab

Posted 17/09/2007 11:56:18 PM

Ok, I am such an idiot...i totally forgot to post the 2nd chapter and went straight to the 3rd...sorry guys..heres the 2nd and the 3rd...R/R
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The airport on December 26 was surprisingly busy. Brennan had expected it to be quiet. And warm. Neither had led up to her expectations. The airport was just as loud and chaotic as it had always been. Families with little children carried hulking duffel bags throughout the terminals while they hastily pushed their toddlers into strollers. Business men traveling not alone but with their loyal cell phones and laptops in tow stayed in the corners of the gates, their suit jackets draped carefully over the leather seats, trying not to attract attention and muffle the loud buzzing that forever occupied the airport and its inhabitants.

As she stared out the large window, watching the snow fall carefully, and the planes roar off the runway, she reached for her hat. Although it was easily 10 degrees outside, the airport seemed to still relish blasting air conditioning full throttle into every terminal. It was warmer then her apartment though, and that was a definite plus.

Usually she wouldn’t have agreed to go with Booth on such short notice. She wasn’t one for spontaneity, but it had been an irresistible offer. Warm weather, an exhilarating case, and Booth. What more could she ask for for Christmas? Although she wasn’t exactly pleased at Booth, since he’d been gone for, she checked he watch impatiently, about 20 minutes now, and she was getting incredibly antsy for her coffee. Not only did she need the energy jolt, but she was freezing, and she was hoping the hot beverage would boost her body temperature.

Just as she was about to slip her Ipod headphones in, abandoning Booth’s early return, she saw him carrying coffee cups and a large paper bag in his hands. She felt her stomach rumble in approval, and realized that she hadn’t eaten anything since dinner last night.

Booth collapsed on the chair next to her, sighing loudly and dropping the paper bag on the attached table.

“Bones, you have no idea what a hell hole Starbucks is these days, it took me 10 minutes just to explain to the girl behind the counter what you wanted. Not that I blame her since you ordered the most complicated thing on the entire freaking menu.”

She rolled her eyes and ignored his complaints. “Where’s my coffee Booth?”

“Relax Bones. I’ve got it right here. Caffeine addiction much?” He reached over and handed her a huge paper cup of steamy liquid.

She snatched it out of his hand, taking a long sip and enjoying the feeling of warmth that hit her from her throat to the bottom of her toes.

“I do not have a caffeine addiction Booth. That would require me to be drinking an approximate of 10 to 12 cups a day, and this is my first.” She explained logically, as she took another long sip.

He reached over and shook her shoulder lightly. “Stop being so literal Bones. It’s called a joke. ”

She looked down for a second, and then glared at him. “Oh, well, still. I don’t.”

He nodded, as he took a long sip of his coffee. “I’m glad, I was worried there.” He smiled smugly and she had to smile back.

She nodded towards the bag, which had captured her attention. “What’s in the bag?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He grinned at her, reaching for the bag.

She groaned. “Booth, come on. Stop acting like a four year old.”

“Fine, you don’t have to be so grouchy about it.” He reached in the bag, tossing her a package. She grinned when she realized he’d brought her bagels.

“You brought me a bagel?” Booth saw her eyes light up as she opened the package, taking a huge bite.

“Of course I did. I saw the way your eyes popped out when we passed, and I know that you probably didn’t eat this morning.”

She avoided his eyes as she took another bite of her bagel. She hated that he could read her so well. And at the same time she was pleasantly surprised that he had brought her cinnamon raison with butter, her favorite.

“Thank you Booth. For the bagel. I don’t even want to know how you remembered my favorite kind, but since you’re prone to stalking…” She trailed off, grinning at him from behind her coffee.

He put up a hand in protest. “I don’t stalk you. I protect you from the evils of the world Bones. Two totally different things.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, and he could see the smile threatening to dance across her lips.

“Ok, whatever you say Booth. And I don’t need protecting.”

He groaned. He had heard her protests hundreds of times. If only she could get it through her head that sometimes she couldn’t protect herself. He hadn’t been able to protect himself from her, and look where that got him. Infatuation with your partner was definitely not something that was in the FBI handbook.

“I don’t stalk you. And yes you do.”

Brennan opened her mouth to respond, but she was interrupted by a loud voice over the intercom.

“This is the 1st boarding call for United Flight 292 direct to Nassau, Bahamas. Again, 1st call for Flight 292.”

“As much as I could argue with you about this forever, that’s us.”

He stood up, reaching for her bag, and slinging it over his shoulder before she had a chance to protest. He watched as she took a final sip of her latte before depositing it into the trash can. She shivered slightly, and he couldn’t help but being worried that all that time in that frozen apartment was definitely not good for her.

He ran his knuckles up and down her bare arms. “You’re freezing Bones, why didn’t you say something?”

She smiled at the careful concern in his voice as he studied her carefully. “You don’t always need to worry about me Booth.”

He unzipped his sweatshirt, wrapping it around her carefully. She breathed in his sweet scent that was mixed with aftershave and soap, as she slid her arms into the oversized jacket.

His eyes met hers carefully, and for a second all of his inhibitions were thrown away. All he wanted to do was kiss his partner, run his fingers along her jaw, and pull her close to him. But the moment passed, and he knew he couldn’t. Ever. She was off limits.

“Yes I do.”

*Don’t Stop.*

“Final call for Flight 292 to Nassau. Final call, have you boarding passes ready at the gate please.”

Instead he nodded towards the gate and guided her carefully, his hand on her back. She smiled at him as she slid her boarding pass into the machine, grabbed her bag off his shoulder and promptly strode down the gate.

He shook his head as he watched her.

He said to no one in particular as he handed his ticket over to the stewardess. “Bahamas here we come.”

And not a minute too soon.

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Brennan pressed her face against the window, the cool glass soothing the fierce headache that had come on as soon as the plane started its gradual descend into Nassau. Her temples ached as if someone had thrown a brick at her head, and she could feel the blood rushing in her ears. She’d always been sensitive to the pressure on airplanes. She remembered how her parents used to fill her up with every kind of drug there was to suppress the searing pain.

Closing her eyes trying to push the pain away, she had the quick impulse to let Booth run his cool fingers over her temples, massaging away the sharp ache. The impulse disappeared as she opened her eyes thinking logically about what she’d just fantasized about.

*Maybe the headaches really getting to me.*

She turned back towards the window. White fluffy clouds passed quickly around wings of the massive jet. For a second she thought she glimpsed a slit of sparkling sapphire ocean, but everything disappeared as the window was filled with fog. Turning away, she looked over at Booth who was studying the case file intently, the sleeves of his long sleeved button down rolled up to reveal strong forearm muscles. Not that she noticed.

Booth could feel her eyes on him, and he let her watch him for a few seconds before he looked up, catching her eyes quickly and smiling.

He titled his head towards the window. “Its pretty, huh Bones?”

She turned her head to look outside. Pretty was an understatement. The view from the window was breathtaking. From 10,000 feet the cerulean water seemed to go on forever. It was sparkling golden, as the setting sun cast pale shadows over the ocean and the white beaches of the islands.

“It’s beautiful,” She paused looking out the window and then back at Booth. “Too bad we’re here to investigate a murder.” She gave him a defiant grin, as she tucked her feet underneath her body.

Booth groaned. “That’s what I love about you Bones. Your sunny optimism.”

She smiled at him. “Just stating the truth Booth.”

He was about to give a cheeky retort when he saw her take a sharp intake of breath, as they lost altitude quickly. She pinched the bridge of her nose and he could see she was obviously in pain. His mock annoyance with her quickly turned to concern.

“What’s wrong Bones?” She heard the concern in his voice, and inwardly cursed herself for letting him see her headache. She wouldn’t hear the end of it now.

She shook her head, still holding the bridge of her nose. “Altitude sickness, its nothing. I’ve had it since I was a little kid. Don’t worry about it Booth.”

He reached over to rub her shoulder lightly, his thumb drawing circles along the bare skin. His fingers felt cool, and as much as she didn’t want to admit it, her head ache seemed to subside.

“You sure?”

She looked up at him, her crystal eyes shining. She reached for her water bottle taking a long swig. “Yes, I’m fine.”

He knew she wouldn’t have told him even if it felt like her head was being split open. She didn’t ask for help or sympathy from anyone. That’s why he continued to give it to her.

She smiled at him weakly. “You worry too much Booth.”

He smiled back at her, and at the same moment the both realized that his fingers were still tracing circles along her shoulders. It was quiet as the looked at each other, the tension building dangerously.

He removed his hand quickly, and when he looked back up at her, she was staring out the window, but he could see her blushing crimson.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, and he knew if the mood between them wasn’t so awkward she would have scolded him for not speaking clearly. Instead she just continued to stare out the window.

She nodded and he could see her biting her lip, the setting sun casting its long shadows across her face.

“Yeah. Yeah, me too.”

Booth watched as she closed her eyes. He thought he saw a flicker of something in them before they disappeared. Hope. Or lust. Or a mix of the two. Things between them were complicated; they always had been, but all of a sudden the double decker jet that had minutes ago felt huge, made Booth feel like he was suffocating.

He looked over at Brennan who was curled up against the window, “asleep”. He knew she was only pretending to take away the awkward tension between them. She looked so vulnerable and small with the fleecy airplane blanket wrapped around her, her hair cascading across her shoulders.

He sighed, and leaned his head back against the seat in frustration.

*If only she knew how much I want her.*

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R/R please...

A2BOREANAZ
moderator

Posted 18/09/2007 00:04:08 AM

switch.....i wish you didnt have to go to school..so you could write all day long.......that would be the most wonderful thing ever......i loved his last thought......you so freakin rock at this......ahhhhh must have more...must......and are you ever going to write a sequel to four years......that would be awesome...but..finish this one first..cause i cant wait until they get to their destination...whooo hooooo switch

a2b

CheeseBK

Posted 18/09/2007 02:21:12 AM

I like it... hope you can update soon...

bandbi

Posted 18/09/2007 12:04:07 AM

great job switch!!

fanofbones

Posted 20/09/2007 01:48:45 PM

switch...weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
I love it...screw school and post more...
I love the tension....ha....they want it bad...
yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

fab

Posted 30/09/2007 01:02:46 AM

This is sort of a shortie chapter guys, but i thought you'd be happy to have something...im happy i had time to write someting...i want to quit school and just write...and i want a million $$$ but what can you do lol...R/R...

As cold as she’d been on the plane, and in her apartment back in DC, Brennan could feel herself coated with a layer of cool perspiration. Although it was nearly 8 o’clock at night and the moon had risen hours ago, it was unbearably hot and humid, the moisture in the air suffocating, and seemingly clinging to her skin. Even small movements made the heat swarm her body and a warm flush spread across her face.

Looking over at Booth who was carrying her bag much to her disagreement, she could see that he was just as uncomfortable as she was. She reached over and tapped his shoulder to get his attention.

He turned to look at her slowly, the annoyance obvious across his face. She didn’t blame him. She’d been bullying him for information on the case ever since they’d stepped off the plane and into the hot Bahamian air. Even though she was eager to know more, part of her knew she was only being this was to make up for the awkwardness that the end of their flight had merited. This was the only way she knew how to release their tension. Argue. Worked like a charm.

“What?” He appraised her questioningly even though he knew exactly what she was going to ask for the 10 millionth time. Brennan could be a pain in the ass if she wanted to be, and right now…

They were sitting on the dirty sidewalk outside of the terminal, waiting for the FBI vehicle that was supposed to be picking them up. Their faces were illuminated by the pale yellow light of the street lamps, casting strange shadows across their bodies. Above them the palm trees swayed in the light breeze, hardly visible against the navy sky. It was funny to see palm trees when she was so used to snow and clouds. The seemed so far away from home.

“I don’t understand why we can’t just see the body now…” Brennan looked up at him pleadingly. Not only were things awkward but the time change had pumped her with energy and left her with no where to release it.

He smiled at her cheekily, in that way that drove her crazy. “Bones, for the 12th time, the morgue is closed, people are asleep, and I’m not in the mood to listen to you babble about enbramembious ostification and haemabosoiesis.”

She rolled her eyes. “Its intramembranous ossification and haematopoiesis, and I don’t think it’s very professional to fly all the way down to the Bahamas and not even examine the remains.”

It was his turn to roll his eyes. Booth could even tell she was purposely being annoying, and as much as he tried to not let her, she could get to him like no one else could.

“Listen Bones, you can wake me up tomorrow at the crack of dawn, but tonight we are not going to look at some stinky water-logged remains.”

She pouted slightly, turning away from him. “Come on Booth…”

He shook his head, laughing lightly at her childish tone. “Sorry Bones, whining’s not gonna get you anywhere.”

She glared at him, resting her cheek on the palm of her hand. “I don’t like you very much.”

He was about to respond when a large black SUV pulled up to the curb, a hand signaling for them to get in. Booth flashed a grin at her as he picked up their bags and threw them into the trunk of the car. It looked even more cumbersome and conspicuous then it did in DC. Brennan didn’t know if that was actually possible.

“Aww, you know that’s not true Bones.”

She glared at him as he opened her door for her, smiling at her in that completely obnoxious and irresistible way.

“It is now, and I’m perfectly capable of opening my own door Booth.” He shook his head as she crawled begrudgingly into the back seat while Booth took shotgun.

“Its called chivalry Bones.” Booth stated matter-a-factly.

He thought he heard her cough something along the lines of “male chauvinism”, but he ignored it and turned his attention to the driver who was eyeing the pair curiously.

Booth extended his head. “Sorry about that. I’m---,”

He was cut off when the other agent continued for him. “Special Agent Seeley Booth, I know who you are.” He said it with a smile, as if he was slightly in awe of the obviously senior agent.

“Special Agent Sean Finn with the Bahamian branch,” Agent Finn shook Booth’s hand firmly, their eyes meeting in an intense stare. “Nice to meet you man, you two are famous in these parts.”

“Thanks.” Booth raised his eyebrows in surprise, nodding.

Agent Finn turned his attention to the back seat, his eyes scanning over Brennan quickly.

*I can already tell he’s exactly like Booth. Why is it that all god-damned FBI agents have to read me so well?*

“And you must be Dr. Brennan. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard great things about your work.”

Agent Finn extended his hand to her, and she shook it tightly, not wanting to be out masculanized when the car was so filled with testosterone driven competitiveness.

She noticed the slight Jamaican lilt in his voice. He was obviously native Caribbean, with flawless ebony skin and friendly almost black eyes, that contrasted smoothly against his red t-shirt and blinding smile.

His eyes sparkled as he watched her, when she smiled back at him widely, she thought she caught a glimpse of Booth glaring form the front seat, but it was gone as quickly as she’d imagined it. He couldn’t be jealous, not Boot. Not of her.

They were partners. Nothing more.

*Yeah right.*

“Nice to meet you too Agent Finn.” She let go of his hand, but he continued to smile at her, making her slightly uncomfortable.

As if he had read her mind, he pulled away, turning the ignition on and gunning them out of the crowded parking lot into the night. He turned to Booth who looked irritated for some reason. Brennan tried to catch his eyes, but he turned away from her, his gaze intent out the window.

“You two be havin’ a nice flight down here then?” Finn questioned amicably. Even Brennan could tell he was trying to make conversation.

“Fine thanks.” Brennan was surprised to hear the subtle bite in Booth’s tone. She knew his well enough to know something had pissed him off.

Brennan leaned up across the center divider, so she was closer to both Booth and Agent Finn. If Booth wouldn’t tell her about the case and insisted on acting like a 4 year old, she’d get her information elsewhere.

“Can you tell us more about the body Agent Finn? I know we won’t be able to see it till morning, but do you have any lead? And ID?”

Finn laughed in amusement, turning to look at her while he drove. “An ID? We’re hardly as high tech as you are up in DC ma’m. Usually down here and ID takes about 2 to 3 weeks tops.”

Brennan’s eyes widened in surprise and she looked at Booth, who looked at her and shrugged. “It takes you 2 weeks to get and ID?” She tried not to sound as horrified as she sounded, but it was hard not to.

“I know the stuff we work with isn’t going to compare to the technology you use up at the Jeffersonian Dr. Brennan, but I can tell you what we have so far.”

She nodded, and in the back of her mind noted that they would most definitely be sending the body up to DC. There was no way she was going to sit around the Bahamas for 3 weeks waiting for an ID.

“The body was found about 2 miles off the coast on the west side of the island in a secluded diving spot. A couple of locals found it, scared the crap out of them ya know? From what the forensics team can tell, the bodies pretty decomposed, but I’m sure you’ll know more when you take a look.”

She nodded eagerly, her fingers almost itching for this case. “Booth said something about drug dealers?”

“Yeah, Carlos Santiago, and Brian Laos. They’re known all over the island, for the usual, coke, meth, herion, but they’re not you’re ordinary drug lords. The also specialize in battery, rape, sexual assualt, kidnapping, and murder. But no one’s been about to catch the s.o.b’s. That’s why we brought you two down here. The FBI reckons you can handle it.”

Brennan looked over at Booth, elbowing his softly. “I think we can handle it.”

Booth broke a smile, his eyes finally meeting hers. “Don’t worry about it Finn, there’s nothing me and Bones can’t handle.”

Finn nodded and grinned broadly, as he focused back on the road. “That’s what Cullen said. Now I know why.”

*They were the best. And when the big bad needs ass kicking, you send the best. It’s pure logic. The good kind.*

How'dja like it??? I know not that much happned....but it will...promise

A2BOREANAZ

Posted 30/09/2007 11:07:53 PM

“Don’t worry about it Finn, there’s nothing me and Bones can’t handle.”

oh yeah baby.........great job switch......wonderful......i love how booth got jealous......whooo hooooo
they need to get to the beach after they see the dead body....thats my idea anyway......ha........cant wait to see where you are going to take us switch.........but i am here for the ride........you rock........hope everything is going alright at school
a2b

CaRiNeSs

Posted 30/09/2007 11:10:09 PM

lol...loved it! Booth got jealous! Too funny....and I loved the last line about the 'big bad'....reminded me of Buffy

Switch

Posted 02/10/2007 01:23:04 AM


hahah...thats funny cause i've been watching waaay tooo much buffy lately and that just slipped in there....hehe i love buffy....