First Bones fic – please review.

Warning extremely uncharacteristic behaviour ahead, but all will be revealed in good time……………

Part 1

Bones was pissed; actually she had gone passed being pissed about twenty minutes ago, now she was furious. Booth was supposed to meet her over an hour ago and still hadn't arrived. He wasn't answering his cell phone either and with each passing minute, Bones became more angry and frustrated.

This case had been especially difficult, the remains they were working on had been submerged and then left in some kind of highly corrosive industrial cleaner, the damage to the bones had been so extensive, and had left them so fragile, that they were almost impossible to handle. But Bones had finally had a breakthrough; a small hole at the base of the spine suggested that the victim had been injected with some kind of poison, and Bones was keen to discuss this with Booth to see if he thought it maybe linked to a similar case they had worked on some months ago.

Bones hadn't seen or spoken to Booth for over a week, she'd been completely engrossed in her work, determined that the victim would find some kind of justice for her untimely death. Sitting and thinking she came to the realisation that it was probably the longest time they hadn't communicated in some way since their early days of working together. Booth was always either pestering her with constant phone calls, or calling into the lab to 'catch up'. He also been quite abrupt with her on the phone earlier, usually he was keen to hear her findings and almost over excited in his enthusiasm to move forward with a case. But today he had all but brushed her off with a quick "I'll see you later," and then hung up.

Again Bones picked up the phone and rang Booth, again no answer, just straight through to voicemail. Grunting in frustration, Bones slammed the phone down hard enough to rattle the windows.

"Whoa, sweetie what's wrong?"

Bones looked up as Angela walked into her office.

"Sorry Angela, I'm just really angry with Booth, he was supposed to be here over an hour ago to discuss the possible cause of death for the Jane Doe we have, but he's not even answering his cell or office phone," Bones replied standing up and starting to pace her office in an attempt to try and calm down.

Sensing her friend's barely suppressed rage, Angela decided now wasn't the best time for a sarcastic comment about the number of times Booth and been kept waiting for Bones when she couldn't tear herself away from her precious remains.

"Well I'm sure he has a good reason for blowing you off, it's not like him to just not turn up. He's usually like a bad penny. Actually come to think of it, where has he been this week? I can't remember the last time he left it this long to come and see you….I mean us," Angela quickly corrected her not quite so accidental slip of the tongue.

As usual the remark passed straight over Bones' head.

"I know, I was just thinking the same thing," Bones replied, now starting to get annoyed with herself for letting her anger override her common sense and consider the possible reasons why Booth wasn't there. Thinking how out of character it was for Booth, Bones started to worry. It really wasn't like Booth to not turn up, and thinking back to his response earlier, maybe he couldn't talk, what if he was in some kind of danger? But this was Booth, he was more than capable of taking care of himself, he had probably just been held up somewhere and had not heard his phone ringing.

"Listen Bren, if you're worried, why don't you call by his place and check he's ok?" Angela asked, also beginning to worry about Booth's uncharacteristic behaviour, especially knowing how important Bones' opinion of him was, even though he'd be far too pig headed to ever admit it.

"No I'm sure that's not necessary, he's probably just too busy to answer his phone and forgot about meeting with me," even as she was saying the words Bones wondered whether she was trying to reassure herself or Angela. "Besides Booth's perfectly capable of looking after himself, he doesn't need me checking up on him."

"I'm sure he won't mind sweetie, he'd be happy to see you," he always is, Angela added wordlessly.

"No it's fine Angela, I'm not his mother. I'll just try again tomorrow."

"Ok Bren, whatever you think is best, I just hope he's ok," Angela added, knowing her best friend would have to satisfy her curiosity and check on Booth's whereabouts, if for no other reason than blowing off some steam for letting her down.

Watching Angela walk away, Bones grabbed her purse and headed out of the lab, she had to check Booth was ok, and if he was then he better have a damned good reason for not showing up.

Keys in hand, Bones headed for her car.

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