A/N It's been a while since I last wrote a fanfic, but my muse has not let me had a good night's sleep in weeks over this, so I may as well appease her and put pen to paper. This is going to be a multi-chap, I may change the rating as the story progresses, but it's safe to say that after some ups and downs there will be some B&B fluff. I won't promise smut, but I can guarantee fluff.

Setting is post-season 5 finale, none of the fabulous characters belong to me, and I'm looking forward to seeing what their real owners do come season 6.

You know the drill: be kind, enjoy, review!

xox ~CF

It had been seven months since she had left her life in DC behind. She had known the moment she turned back and saw him walking away that on some level that the part of her life she had desired to gain perspective over had become clear. But she was a woman of principle and neither of them could have changed things if they wanted to. Seven months to the day, and she had heard nothing from her friends. Not a phone call, not an email, not even a postcard from Paris. They had seen the farewell.

Why didn't I just put my heart into overdrive and kiss him?

She'd had this debate with herself many times over the long months, and had concluded that the deafening quiet from the other end of the world was her punishment. That's not to say that she hadn't called, emailed, or written: she had. But there had been no response. Still she kept writing – she needed to – it kept her sane. She just didn't bother posting the letters.

Seven months of silence, yet she found herself unsurprised when she looked up from her square of mud to see two out of place agents walking through the camp to find her. She met their gaze and nodded.

It took fifteen minutes to pack her belongings, transfer camp management to a colleague and organise for all information to be forwarded to her at the Jeffersonian. She was waiting quietly at their Jeep when the agents returned. She noticed some surprise in the one's expression.

Was I supposed to put up a fight?

Nothing was said as they made their way to the airport, but she knew. There was only one reason why FBI agents would be looking for her in the middle of Indonesia. Booth.

It was a long flight through Tokyo and Los Angeles on the way to Dulles, and she couldn't shake the feeling that the watchfulness of the agents was more than just courtesy. They still said nothing, they just passed her onto more agents who escorted her to a car and took her straight to the Hoover building.

Brennan was mystified, but something – could it be my gut? – was telling her to stay quiet. The answers would come soon.

Nothing was done to calm her unease when Charlie met her at the entrance. Her luggage would be taken to Director Cullen's office, but her presence was requested at the interrogation rooms immediately. His look was apologetic, and she offered him a watery smile with her thanks as she stepped into the elevator, unsure of what was happening. Her internal alarm bell had started to ring, but she could not figure out what was going on, and Dr Temperance Brennan did not like it.