Spoilers: Slight reference to "Killer in the Concrete"

Disclaimer: BONES is not mine, it belongs to FOX. I do not profit from this at all.

AN: so I'm doing a really stupid thing and starting a new fiction when I have one already currently going. But the other one got a serious case of writer's block so I'm trying something new. What's the chances of getting writer's block on both stories at the same time?... Actually knowing me it is very likely...sigh, hopefully I'll have fairly frequent updates. Anyways I hope you enjoy this and yes I know this is OOC. If you review I'll really really like you if you read and not review I'll just really like you.

Chapter 1- Self- imposed isolation

Brennan sat at her desk staring at her screen saver when she heard a noise outside of her office. The noise jostled her out of her reverie causing her to wonder just how long exactly she had been lost in thought. Her office was notably darker then when she sat down and the normal lab sounds had died out showing that a lot of people had already headed home. Earlier when Brennan had returned to the lab she had immediately closed and locked her door and drawn her blinds. She also had not turned on any light choosing to work in only the natural light coming in through the window in hope that the semi-darkness would fool/deter anyone trying to find her.

Brennan shook her computer mouse in order to wake up her computer only to regret doing so the instant she saw his face smiling back at her from her wallpaper. She hurriedly clicked on one on the open windows and drew up her e-mail. If she had hoped that would distract her from him then she was horribly mistaken as she saw that he had sent her 5 e-mails. She bypassed them and opened one from a colleague she met on a dig. He was offering her a position for a two and a half year dig going to South America, they would be going to three different countries. The next e-mail was a job offer to teach out on the West Coast for one year with the option to stay on if she should so choose. She was about to send back her customary reply of "Thanks but no thanks" when the self- imposed isolation that she had been sitting in was shattered. Her name was being called out through the lab or rather her nickname, signaling the arrival of the person who was currently tied for number one as the person she least wanted to see at the moment.

Brennan remained absolutely still so as to not give any clue that she was sitting in her office as he knocked on the door and continued calling her name through the door.

"Bones! I know you are in there. We need to talk about this."

"Go away Booth. I really do not want to talk to you" or see you or hear you or anything "right now."

"Bones please just let me explain."

Flashback

Brennan head over to Booth's apartment starting to become more and more worried as her calls kept being sent to voice mail. Normally she wouldn't be worried since she saw him last night and when they don't have a case she sometimes does not see him for a week, but this time Deputy Director Cullen had called her looking for Booth after he had failed to show up for a meeting that morning about a case that was going to trial in a week. She had told him that she would go to his apartment and check on him. The scenarios running through her mind varied in what was wrong? Was he sick? Was Parker okay? Was he injured? Kidnapped? She knew that last was very unlikely but it was not unheard of .

As she pulled up in front of his house she noticed his S.U.V. sitting in his driveway. She got out of the car and knocked on the door. After 10 minutes of no one answering the fears that had dissipated upon seeing his car returned full force and brought some friends along with them. Brennan dug the emergency key he had given her after the last time he was in the hospital and opened the door. She breathed a sigh of relief as she noticed that the place was in perfect condition or as perfect as a bachelor with a kid's place could be. There were only two options floating through her mind as she walked towards his bedroom. One was that he was sick and two that he had overslept and forgot to charge his phone last night. She opened his bedroom door and froze in spot before she dropped her purse and scrambled backwards to the door.

Booth was in bed... but he was not alone.