Author's Note: Well, a little part of this story came to me and then wouldn't let me stop writing for 12 hours. Which means, a majority of the story is finished, so if I some reviews I'll update soon. Let me know what you think.

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"What'd he say?"

"No, absolutely not, no way."

"What? Why?"

"He thinks we don't have enough yet."

"What?! Booth, we know this guy did it! I do not jump to conclusions, I don't say anything unless I'm sure! Did you tell him that, did you tell him about me?"

"Believe me, Bones, he knows all about you. He just doesn't care."

"So what are we supposed to do?"

"Go home, celebrate Christmas, come back refreshed and try to get more evidence."

"No, we go find the guy."

"Bones, he said no."

"Since when do you care what your superiors say? Let's just go confront the guy, and we'll be done. It'll take, a half hour, maybe. We already know where he is."

"Bones, I get Parker tonight. Come on, it's Christmas Eve. Come over to my place, the three of us will hang out."

"Thirty minutes Booth. That's it. If we don't see him, we leave."

Booth sighed. "Fine, I'll give you twenty-eight minutes."

The duo drove to a forest where they knew their guy, Marty Bryant, would be. In an interrogation they had learned that every night, from 7 to 9, he held "spirit callings," in which he called the spirits of the dead into his body to guide him. And as far as Booth was concerned, the guy was a total nut job.

Booth noticed a knife in the man's hand. "FBI, drop the knife," he said getting out his gun. The man did as he was told, and Booth lowered his weapon. But before Booth had a chance to react, Bryant pulled out the gun and shot at them.

"Jesus! Bones, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

They took off into the woods after the perp. "Bones, stay behind me!"

After running for a while without a sign of Bryant, they stopped.

"Booth, where are we?"

"I don't know, weren't you leaving a trail of bread crumbs or something?"

"I don't know what that means."

"Well, apparently, it means we're lost in the woods with no cell service and a serial killer who wants us dead."

Just then, a shot went off. Booth fell backwards, hitting his head hard on a tree.

"Booth!"

"Bones, get down!"

Booth shot into the dark, hoping to hit what he couldn't see. He felt his gun being kicked out of his hand, and he took a few hard blows to his face before he was able to hit back. They wrestled on the forest floor until another shot went off.

One man remained on the ground, while the other went looking for Bones.

A/N: Well? How was it? If you want an update PLEASE REVIEW! If I think no ones reading it, I won't waste my time. So let me know!