This takes place after "The Crack in the Code".

This is a fairly short story. It will probably be no longer than six or seven chapters. Brennan is eight months pregnant in this story and Booth and Brennan have moved into their new (or new to them) house.

I don't own Bones.

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Instantly alert, Booth knew something was wrong when he woke up. Instead of finding Brennan lying next to him in bed, he was alone. At first he assumed she was in the bathroom or perhaps in the kitchen getting ready for the day, but after he looked closer at the sheets, he knew that something wasn't right. The right side of the bed didn't show any signs that she had actually slept on that side of the bed during the night and that was far from alright.

The previous evening was a blur to him, but he knew that Brennan had to have come home sometime last night. There was no way she hadn't. He hadn't felt well when he got home the previous evening and had gone to bed as soon as he had taken a couple of Advil and removed his shoes and clothes. She had a tendency to lose track of time, but she always came home.

Checking the clock on the nightstand next to the bed, Booth noticed that it was six in the morning. Rubbing his face with his hands, Booth felt tense and a little confused. Even though he'd slept nine hours he still felt groggy and it was keeping him from concentrating. Uncertain what he should dom he moved his hand to his chest, rubbed it and for some reason felt a little short of breath.

Forcing himself to think, he shook his head and realized that he should get out of bed and look for Brennan. Determined to look for her, Booth rolled out of bed and stood up instantly feeling dizzy. The sensation unnerving, Booth stood still for a few minutes until the dizziness passed.

Once he felt stable, he walked into the bathroom and noticed that Brennan's shampoo and conditioner weren't sitting on the edge of the tub like the normally did. Puzzled, Booth glanced around the bathroom and saw that her hair brushes and combs were also missing. Brennan's make up was gone and so were her perfume and deodorant.

His heart starting to beat fast, Booth rushed back into the bedroom and quickly moved over to Brennan's closet. Once the door was open, he found the closet empty of her clothes and shoes. The closet contained his sports gear and a couple of boxes that held his t-shirt collection. Fear starting to run through him, he strode quickly over to Brennan's dresser and pulled open all of the drawers and one by one only to find them empty.

Panic starting to set in, Booth ran into the living room and noticed that Brennan's lap top was missing as were her journals from the book shelves.

Like a man drowning, Booth started to feel short of breath again. His hand over his chest, he found that he was having a hard time breathing and he was feeling sick again. His head was pounding in time with his heart beat and his chest ached with a dull steady pain.

"I don't understand." Booth stared around the room and realized that none of Brennan's possessions were there. "How could she have removed all of her stuff from the house and I didn't hear her do it? Why didn't I wake up? What's going on? Where's Bones? Why did she leave me? . . . What did I do wrong? I don't . . . I don't understand."

Filled with sadness, he walked over to the couch, sat down, put his head into his hands and he started to weep. He didn't know what was wrong, but he couldn't seem to stop crying. He tried to reason out what was happening, but at that moment only one thought kept running through his mind. That thought kept repeating over and over. "I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand."

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The click and whir of the machine as it started to send air to the blood pressure cuff startled Brennan from her nap. Momentarily disoriented, she heard the cuff slowly fill with air and remembered where she was. Glancing at the machine next to the bed, Brennan saw the numbers change by a few numbers. After it had recorded the new reading, the cuff deflated and was silent once more.

Awake, Brennan realized that the labored breathing she had been listening to when she had finally dozed off had somehow had become less labored. The breaths that had been short and struggling seemed to be calmer and deeper. The rise and fall of the chest under the sheet seemed to be quieter. Looking at the face of the man she loved, she noticed tears sliding down his face and that alarmed her.

Standing, Brennan leaned over her mate and wiped the tears from Booth's face with the corner of his sheet. "Please wake up, Booth. You've been asleep for long enough. It's time for you to wake up now."

Though his eyes were closed, she could tell that whatever he was dreaming about was causing him sadness. Tears continued to slowly slide down his cheeks and Brennan found them upsetting. Afraid for Booth, she leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. "Please Booth, wake up . . . I need you . . . We need you."

Her pleas unheard by her mate, Brennan sat back down on her chair and felt tears begin to slide down her own cheeks. "Oh Booth."

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Curious? Let me know if you want more. I will start to post this story on Saturday. I hope you give it a chance. Thank you. Reviews are always welcome.