1Title: The Multiples in the Family

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing at all. This is sort of a cross over with Big Love and talks about the concept of Polygamy, a concept that has totally baffled me. Being a first year Anthropology student from Salt Lake City where there are known polygamists in the state I thought 'Hey, lets write a story about it' . . . Oh the Big Love thing is not a huge cross over and unless you've watched the show you're not going to notice.

Chapter One: Sleep

The shrill of the phone in the early morning startled the sleeping anthropologist. Reaching her arm that was coiled tightly at her side, she haphazardly hit the talk button and placed it to her ear. "Hello?" She answered hoarsely.

"Sorry to wake you, Bones." Came her partner's equally tired voice. "We have a plane to catch in an hour for a case." His voice laced with regret, as she looked up at the flashing LED on her alarm clock: one fifteen in the morning.

"S'okay." She answered, trying to get her brain to form multi-syllable sentences. "Time?"

He laughed softly. "I will be there in fifteen minutes." The dial tone rang in her ears for a moment longer before she sat up and climbed out of bed, reaching for her duffle bag that was in the closet. She threw the necessities into it, changing her top to a snug white tee and placing a grey hooded sweatshirt on her small frame before turning to the bathroom to run a brush through her hair and pulling it into a hair tie.

She was brushing her teeth when there was a tap on the door brought her out of the bathroom to answer it. Booth stood on the other side, almost dressed as she was-in plaid flannel pajamas bottoms and a pullover hooded sweatshirt. "Are you about ready to go?"

Brennan nodded before padding back to her bathroom to rinse out her mouth. When she came out of the bathroom, Booth stood in the front room with her bag in his hand. "I could carry that myself." She said as they walked out of her apartment.

"Good to see that you are forming longer sentences." He joked with a hand on the small of her back and holding her duffle bag as she held her warn brown knapsack. The tired anthropologist glared at him as he held the door open for her and she didn't argue, the lack of sleep was catching up quickly. He started the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot, reaching into the cup holder for a single cup of coffee. "I didn't bring you any, so you could try to get some sleep."

"Good idea." She answered, she appreciated the thought that he was allowing her the luxury of sleep on the plane. Leaning her head on the rest her eyes fluttered close and allowed herself to drift off.

It wasn't long until he shook her awake. "Hey Bones." He said and her eyes opened, silently getting out of the SUV and meeting him at back to grab her luggage and field kit. "Good thing we left this beast in here."

She nodded as she shouldered her kit and Booth carried both duffels into the terminal. "Where are we going?" She asked as they approached the flight counter.

"Salt Lake City, Utah." He answered, before turning his attention to the woman behind the counter, pulling out his badge from his hooded sweatshirt. "I'm with the FBI and we need to pick up two tickets to Salt Lake."

She looked at the identification badge before typing furiously at the computer. "Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan to Salt Lake City, boarding starts in ten minutes." She said handing him the boarding passes and taking the bags from the counter. "Enjoy your flight."

He nodded in acknowledgment and handed Brennan her boarding pass as they walked to the security gate. "What's the case?" She asked, removing her flip-flops and placing them in the tray, along with her knapsack, pulling out her laptop and placing it on top of her shoes.

"I don't know much, just that they needed your expertise." He responded, pulling his own flip-flops off and tossing them the bin along with his badge and wallet before stepping through the security terminal. "All I know is that it couldn't wait until morning for us to fly out."

They grabbed their things from the bins and walked towards their terminal. "What do you know about the case?" She pestered with a yawn, grateful that their terminal was the first one out of security. "Excuse me." Her hand went to her mouth, to hide her yawn.

"You can be really intimidating when you're tired." He said poking her in the side, as they handed their tickets to the stewardess and took their seats in the middle of the nearly empty aircraft. Brennan took her seat in the middle as he took the one in the isle.

"Intimidating?" She asked, handing her bag to him to place in over head compartment.

"You tend to growl a little bit."He said, sitting down with a thud and casually picked up the Sky Mall magazine, glancing almost playfully to her.

"I do not growl." She said, fighting a yawn and lost. The stewardess walked through the cabin, doing her final check as another one gave the preflight instructions. "Ok, maybe. But only when I am woken up early in the morning to fly across the country."

"You're a bit testy when you haven't slept properly, in how long?" He asked, leaning back as the plane picked up speed towards take off.

"What do you consider proper?" She asked, knowing that she wasn't getting the recommended eight hours of sleep a night, their last case had been long and trying. Her father's trial, Zack's betrayal, England, Ripley and it did a number on her sleep cycle.

"You know standard eight hours, in your own bed and not on the couch in your office or at your desk." Booth answered taking note of the dark circles around her eyes, it was on more than one occasion that he had found her asleep at her desk.

"I went to bed fairly early, but then my publisher called and I was dealing with her issues that she easily could've handled herself, I fell asleep and not two hours later you called me." She said, her eyes growing watery.

"Lie down and get some sleep, we've got at least five more hours until we land." Booth suggested, patting his lap. "Either lay your head on my lap or your feet, whatever is more comfortable." He motioned the steward for a pillow and blanket, handing them to the anthropologist.

She placed the pillow against Booth's leg, ear buds from her iPod in her ears and curled up against her partner and it wasn't long till her breathing evened out. Booth's attention turned to the sleeping woman and smiled tenderly, brushing the loose hair off her face as he picked up the outrageously priced catalogue.

Page after page of the random things engulfed his attention until the steward cleared his through, begging his notice. "Would you like any refreshments?" He asked with a thick New England accent.

"Some orange juice, please?" He asked, putting the magazine back into the seat in front of him.

"Would you like to order anything for your wife?" He asked, looking up from his pad of paper.

He looked to the sleeping woman; her arm held his legs tightly at his knees and her hair fanned at his waist with her face buried into the pillow and earphone securely into her ear. "No, it's alright." He said, not correcting the man.

Juice finished, Booth took advantage of the quietness of the plane and he drifted off to sleep.

". . . . Will you please put your tray tables in an upright position, we will make our final run through the cabin and pick up any trash."

Booth opened his eyes, slightly disorientated, and looked to his partner who hadn't moved since she fell asleep "Bones, we are about to land." He said, shaking her slightly.

She opened her eyes and sat up, looking at her iPod screen and frowned at its blank screen. "What time is it?" She asked, her voice hoarse.

He looked at his watch. "It's almost seven thirty in Washington." Booth said, placing the arm rest that was up between them down.

"It's almost five thirty here." She said stretching her cramped muscles and elbowing Booth in the face.

"Ow!" He cried out, his hands going to his nose.

"I'm sorry!" She said, pulling his hands from his face to assess any damage. "It's not broken and it's not even bleeding." Came her assessment as if she was talking down to a child.

"It doesn't hurt, just caught me by surprise." He said with a hint of annoyance.

Before she could retort the loud speaker came on again. "Again we at United Airlines would like to say thank you for flying with us this morning, and we would like to be the first to welcome you to Salt Lake City."