This is my first fanfiction so go easy on me. Oh, and sorry if the grammar sucks but im bad at it and didn't really check it. Any feedback would be much appreciated! Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or the characters.

Chapter 1

Temperance was sitting in her office at the Jeffersonian. It was Tuesday night and nearly everyone else had already gone home. She had stayed behind to finish the last of the data that would be needed to ID the newly arrived skeleton. The bones were that of a young boy. Cause of death was a bullet to the brain through the lambodial suture joining the occipital and parietal bones. Other than remodeling to the right ulna the boy contained no clear anomalies to help with the identification. Something about the skeleton had unnerved her so she decided to stay behind and continue her examination.

Her extra time at the lab had proved to be useless as she had found nothing wrong with the remains. She made sure to collect extra samples of the flesh and the area around the head wound before asking for the bones to be cleaned of the little bits of remaining flesh. After the skull had been cleaned she began putting the markers on the skull even though Angela had already gone home. She had put the skull in Angela's office and gone to her own to enter the rest of the information into the file.

Brennan yawned as she turned on the monitor of her computer. It wasn't really that late, but she had a late night Monday and a busy day. Two new bodies had been delivered and her grad. students and a couple of new inters were driving her crazy. They were constantly asking her questions or getting her to approve their work. Running from limbo to the evidence platform the whole day had begun to wear her out and she hadn't even started on the remains. She was beginning to realize that the only was she was going to get anything done was to stay late. Booth wasn't going to be happy about that, but there was nothing else she could do.

It wasn't as late as she used to stay, but on her new schedule it was and she knew she was making them wait. She desperately wanted to get home, take a long bath, and curl up on her soft bed. She was just entering the data for height age, and the remodeled ulna into the computer when a cry from her cell startled her. Picking up the phone she looked at the caller ID before answering.

"Hey Booth." She said as she accepted the call.

"Hi Bones. When are you going to leave the lab?" Booth replied.

"I've just finished entering the last of the data from the preliminary examination."

"Anything useful?"

"Just the bullet wound and a recently healed broken arm."

"Well, the broken arm should help. Not to many missing children have broken arms." There was a hint of uneasiness to Booth's voice and Brennan caught it. She had been getting good at picking up on tones especially with Booth.

"I don't like this one Booth." Brennan said in a pained voice.

"I know. Me neither all the child cases are bad. I mean I just can't stop thinking about what I'd do if something like that happened to Parker."

"I know. Booth nothing like that could will ever happen to Parker. No one should be so cold that they are able to do this to a child. It just isn't right." Brennan thought of all the times she spent with Parker and how much she loved him. Changing the subject she continued, "Anyway, I'll be leaving in a minute."

"Good. I'll start on dinner then. And before you say anything its not going to be takeout," Booth's voice was light and almost begging her comment on what he said.

Brennan smiled and responded in a mockingly stern voice, "No pancakes or anything of the sort."

"Parker loves my pancakes and there's no law against pancakes for dinner," Booth commented in defense.

Brennan laughed and she could almost hear Booth smiling on the other end of the line. "I'll be there in approximately twenty minutes."

"I love you Bones."

"I love you too Booth." Brennan replied and then disconnected and tossed the phone into her purse.

She thought about how weird it was to say it. They'd been together for almost two years and she had gotten used to saying it. Even though it was a little awkward the first few times after he had first said it to her. She still found it odd to say over the phone though even though she knew that she really meant it.

She had adapted to the way Booth thought of love and even though it wasn't logical she often found herself believing everything he said about the matter. Whenever she was with him nothing else existed. He would hold her, smile, or laugh and when she looked into his eyes she could almost feel something in her chest. She knew that it didn't make sense because love came from the brain not the heart, but she found that when she was with him she didn't care. Nothing needed to make sense when she was with him.

They had been partners for five years when Booth had let it slip that he loved her and almost always had. They had been captured and were locked in a dark room. They had no clue where they were or how long they had been there. All they knew was that they were going to die. At first she wasn't sure what to say. Looking at Booth she she saw herself reflected in his eyes. Even in the dim light she could tell that her eyes were saying the same thing that his were. After a long minute just watching each other she had opened her mouth and said it. I love you too. Booth's face when she said that had made her so happy and knowing that he knew what she had wanted to say for a while had made her heart swell.

Brennan looked down at the ring on her finger. It was irrational, but It felt so special like part of Booth was in that ring and would always be with her. She'd consented to marry him even though she didn't really understand why he wanted to so bad. She knew that you had to do things for the other person in a relationship. It had made him so happy when she had finally given in. The ceremony wasn't bad and she had thoroughly enjoyed their honeymoon.

Then there was Parker. She had always enjoyed spending time with him and Booth had often told her how often he commented on her and looked up to her. At first she wasn't sure if that had been such a good thing, but she enjoyed quenching the child's thirst for science. He would come down to the lab after school at least once a week. Although distracting no one at the Jeffersonian seemed to mind his visits. Most of the time he would hang out with Angela and play on the computer or watch and listen to her explain an injury on a skeleton. Except when Hodgins was doing one of his experiments. Booth wasn't sure he like Parker being involved based on the results of some of the Jack's previous experiments, but she had promised that she would make sure it wasn't too dangerous. Hodgins loved Parker's company because the boy was always excited and reminded him of a more socially aware and younger Zach.

Bringing herself back to the office she finished shutting down the computer and began gathering her purse and coat. She glanced around the office looking for anything she might have forgotten. Her eyes paused on the picture of her and the two Booth men.

She was sitting on the ground in the park looking up at Booth, laughing, and holding a football in her hands. Parker's hair covered his eyes and his head was down, but you could tell he was smiling. He was holding her arm in one hand and reaching for the ball with the other. Booth was reaching around her for the ball and looking down into her eyes. He was laughing and his chocolate brown eyes seemed to dance with amusement even in the still frame. Smiling and satisfied that she had everything she needed Brennan turned towards the door. Turning off the lights she glance back.

The room was pitch black except for a faint glow that penetrated the small space between the blinds. The building hummed softly and the skulls in the room stared at her blankly. The eerie looks and sound would have scared most people. She wasn't most people though and the blank stares didn't scare her. They were almost comforting. There was absolutely no worry or fear in her mind. In fact it was probably the farthest thing from her mind.

Her mind was on what awaited her. She knew that Booth would be trying to cook when she got home. The thought made her laugh because she knew he could only make pasta and pancakes. She would never tell him, but she loved it when he cooked for her.

Temperance jumped as her phone gave off a shrill shriek. Who could possibly be calling me? She thought as she fumbled around her purse for her cell.

"Brennan," She answered.

"Temperance, when you get back to your home you will see what I have taken from you. If you had just left me alone all of this could have been prevented. No, you had to mess around in someone else's business. When you figure it out don't contact the authorities. Don't let Seeley tell the FBI or there will be dire consequences. You will be contacted again." A rough computerized voice stated and then disconnected.

Temperance was frozen as the possibilities whirled through her head. One in particular stuck out. They had caught her. The only killer they had encountered that used a computerized h voice. They had locked her up for life. She could have escaped. It happens. She would want revenge. Finally the rational part of her brain told her that this couldn't be happening. Stop it. They were just trying to scare you. He was just on the phone. Get home and see for yourself.

Temperance hurried to her car and sped towards her apartment. She sprinted up the stairs dreading what she would find when she opened the door to her house. She threw open the door and ran towards the kitchen.

Booth was standing at the stove pouring a bag of noodles into the pot of boiling water. He didn't hear her entrance and hadn't realized she was home until he heard her breathing heavily behind him. Turning he smiled when he saw her, but his smile was immediately replaced by concern when he saw her eyes.

"B...Booth," she stammered as if she were surprised to see him. As soon as she saw his eyes her fears vanished. Her heart swelled and she knew everything would be all right just like it always was. Something nagged at her about the phone call though. Trying to wipe the fear from her face so that she wouldn't have to tell him just yet.

"Yeah. Bones what's wrong?" he responded quickly while gently grabbing her arms and trying to get her to meet his eyes.

"I..I thought you'd been kidnapped." She forced the words out, her voice cracking. She avoided his eyes afraid that he would see the moisture that was filling them.

"What! Why would you think that?" a shocked Booth replied.

Slowly he turned her face towards him with his finger and forcing her to look at him. What he saw in her eyes scared him. She looked so worried, but there was relief there as well. He tried to focus on the relief and hope in her eyes and remain strong like she needed him to be. Truly he was frightened by sight. Even in the time they had been together she still was reserved when it came to emotions. She'd definitely opened up, but the walls were still there and kept ready in case she needed them. To see so much fear in her eyes meant that something terrible must have happened and he felt powerless standing there clueless as to what could have done this to her.

"I got a call.." drawing in a shaky breath Temperance continued, "they caller said that when I got home something would be missing. I thought…I mean…the last time…" she couldn't finish. The tears in her eyes spilled over and rolled down her cheeks. Booth wiped the tears from her cheeks and followed their paths down her face with his finger.

She remembered exactly what the voice had said: I have taken Seeley Booth. He has been buried alive. He has twenty-four hours to live… The pain the memory caused her would never go away. She remembered what it was like when she had tried to imagine what life would be like with Booth gone. It had been devastating and she had tried to forget the thought.

He knew what she was referring to. He remembered when he received that same call. He pulled her into his arms. Her head pressed into his chest. He kissed the top of her head. Of course he remembered. He remembered every time she had ever been hurt or kidnapped or even just not near him. Every time she went on one of her trips he felt like he was being ripped apart. The gravedigger. It was the worst all the times she had been in danger.

"Bones you know that she's is in prison." He said it to convince himself as well. Booth ran a reassuring hand down her back as her arms reached around his neck and she tilted her head up to look at him.

"Yeah, I know. It's just. It was so similar I just couldn't think straight." She knew it had been irrational and decided that he was right. Putting it out of her head and thinking just about Booth and his warm embrace. She relaxed and sunk farther into his arms. He whispered quietly into her ear that everything was all right.

"It's ok. Everything is ok. Tomorrow we will figure out what the call was about ok?" Booth held her at arms length and she nodded.

She moved closer her eyes locked on his. He saw that the fear was gone, but she was still worried. Bending slightly he kissed her on the forehead. Then she reached up and pulled him down into a full kiss. He kissed her back and then just held her against him. He wished they could stay like that forever. Locked in an embrace seeming to communicate with just their thoughts and eyes. Finally the noise of the bubbling water brought him back to reality and he loosed his arms.

"Now, you go get Parker while I finish the pasta." He said kissing her head and smiling to himself. As he watched her leave he remembered a time when Temperance would never show that much emotion. He was so glad that she had finally opened up to him and acknowledged what they had.

Booth turned back to the pasta, but was still wondering about the call. Stop worrying. Remember what you said. You'll deal with it tomorrow. She was so scared. Maybe it was more than I thought. No, that's something for tomorrow. He returned to straining the pasta and was just reaching for the plates when he heard a scream from the other room.