A/N: I don't own Bones.

"I'll see you at two." Brennan said to Booth as she pulled out of the parking lot. Booth nodded and climbed into his SUV.

If only he'd known what was to happen.

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"It's Brennan. Leave a message." The recorded voicemail spoke. Booth sighed and flipped his phone shut.

It was two-thirty, and Brennan had yet to show up for their lunch date. Booth was starting to get worried. His thoughts were cut short by his phone vibrating. He didn't even bother to look at the caller ID.

"Bones?" He asked as he pulled the receiver to his ear.

"No. It's Ange. Is Bren with you? I tried to call her cell, but she isn't picking up." Angela replied.

"No. She was supposed to be here at two, but she hasn't shown up yet. She hasn't been answering her phone. I'm starting to get worried. She's never late." Booth said to Angela.

"Well, just try not to worry. She'll be there soon. It's not like her to just not show up without calling. Hang in there, and call me when she does show up, ok?" She asked.

"Will do." Booth said as he once again flipped his phone shut and set it down on the diner table.

This wasn't like Brennan. She was always on time, and if she wasn't, then she would at least call. Booth tried to take Angela's advice and just relax. But eventually, that wore off.

Booth glanced at his phone. It was 2:56, and Brennan was nowhere to be seen. He took a deep breath and stood up from the booth and walked back out to his SUV.

Within ten minutes, he was walking into the lab to find the squints.

"Booth! Did she show up?" A worried Angela asked as she stepped down from the platform.

"No." Booth said simply. Angela frowned and pulled Booth into her office.

"Booth. You don't think something could have happened, do you?" Angela asked, worry tracing her face.

"No. Well, what do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, ever since we received the Landers case a month ago, things have started to go bad. There is a psychotic serial killer still roaming around out there, and we haven't been able to find him yet. He wants to get Brennan." She told him.

"I know. But worse things have happened before. I mean, she's been kidnapped and almost fed to dogs, she's been in car accidents and survived through bombs. And now she starts getting phone calls in the middle of the night threatening her life, and someone keeps sending her letters with death threats as well. She just can't get a break. Neither of us can." Booth said as he dug his hand into his forehead.

"She got a call yesterday telling her that if she didn't give up on the case that he would come and find her. He said that he would hunt her down and make her pay." Angela said quietly. Booth's head snapped up.

"She didn't tell me that!" Booth exclaimed as his face turned red.

"She didn't want to worry you!" She defended Brennan.

"She's four months pregnant, she can't risk being put in anymore danger!" He yelled. "Come on." He continued, pulling his keys out of his pocket.

"Where are we going?" Angela asked.

"We're going home. That's the only logical place she could be right now." He said as he started out of the office door.

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Fifteen minutes later Booth and Angela pulled up outside of Brennan and Booth's two-story house. It had a white picket fence around it, and a beautiful flower garden on the side.

Booth jumped out of the car and walked around the house. Brennan's car was parked in the driveway, and all looked normal. The two of them walked up to the front porch and proceeded inside as Booth unlocked the door.

"Temperance?" Booth asked as he slowly walked around, anticipating an answer.

A few seconds passed, and silence echoed throughout the house.

"BRENNAN! Are you here?" He yelled desperately. Again, no answer. He walked to the back of the house, and his heart stopped at what he saw.

The back porch door was wide open, and there was a bloody handprint on the door frame.

And Temperance Brennan was nowhere to be found.