Title: Lost Souls Forever

Plot: Booth enlists some help with the search for Brennan's parents. Will Bones refuse the outside help or find out a truth that breaks her?

Rating: T...for now. Mostly for language.

Spoilers: The season finale, sort of. I am taking the general idea and reworking it my way before we learn the real truth.

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Meh. I don't even know why I write one of these anymore.

Note: Oh my, I am going to have to pump this one out quickly in order to get it done by the season finale. Good things school was over today. So! Get ready for some frenzied writing from me.

Prologue

Booth slid past people as he exited the elevator on the sixth floor of the Federal Building. At 10 a.m. in the morning, the place was more than alive, the smell of black coffee settling in ceramic mugs and the sticky sugar of donuts disappearing of licked fingers. Telephones rang, fingers pecked at keyboards, and papers shuffled on desks.

He scanned the office, eyes darting from desk to desk searching for a name plate with the identity of the person scribbled on the crumpled piece of paper in his hands. Finally, he found the desk but the person was no where to be found. No part of the desk was visible, papers stacked on the computer as well.

Booth frowned, brushing a hand through mess. A few papers flew off the desk and he grumbled as he bent over to pick them up. As he stood, he was met by a questioning pair of brown eyes.

"Not many people go through my stuff," she said with amusement. He features were young, skin smooth and an olive color. Her hair was mid length and hung straight. She was about 5'10 but her boots added about 3 inches.

"Anna Blake?" Booth questioned, handing her back the papers. She took them and chunked them idly back on her desk. Blake smiled and sat down in her chair.

"Yeah, I'm just trying to figure out why an agent of your prestige is at my desk," she said.

"In madness there's genius they say," Booth sighed, still focused on the chaos that was her desk.

"Cute," Blake said sarcastically.

"Word is that you are the best missing person's agent we have," Booth started. The smile on her face faded, becoming serious.

"When it comes to the missing, I do my best," Blake told him.

"But you've been in some trouble."

"Who hasn't?" she frowned.

"Normally people don't piss everyone off after only seven months. You are still on what we call the 'ass kissing period'."

"First off, I kiss no one's behind," she began. She stopped quickly, eyes roaming over him for a moment. "Although you are kind of cute." Her eyebrow raised a bit as she leaned back in her chair. "Second of all, did you need something?"

"I need your help."

"That's what partners are for and I work alone. Besides, it's pretty well known that you are working with Temperance Brennan," Blake said, shrugging him off.

"You know her?"

"Come on, Brennan has one of the biggest reputations in D.C. Who doesn't know of her? And yeah, I kind of saw her a few times." Blake stood, spotting the folder tucked deeply under Booth's arm. Extending her hand, she rippled her fingers asking for the file.

Booth handed it to her and crossed his arms across his chest. Her hand swiped over the cover and flipped it open, eyes growing wide.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"I'll see what I can come up with. I'll be in touch if I find anything," Blake nodded, tucking the file under her arm.

"Don't you need my number?"

"They hand it out in the break room. You are a hot commodity around here I'm told. We'll see I guess," she smiled as she took a sip of her coffee. Blake extended a hand out and Booth grasped it.

"Good day Agent Booth."

"Yeah, you too Blake."

He watched as she walked away, feeling his nerves fray and burst. His emotions stood on edge as he glanced around the office. Maybe this visit was worth the hassle he had been given if Blake could find something, anything about what had happened to Brennan's family.