I hope you like this new story. It had been written a long time ago, but i never post it.

Thanks to my beta reader Luvda29, for her help in edditing this chapter, and for convincing me

to post it. Thanks!!!

A New Case

Booth was feeling bad this day. He already vomited his breakfast before he had left home. He seriously considered staying home, under the sheets, but discarded the idea because of her. He drove while his head was continued to spin. What the hell was wrong with him? He usually didn't get sick, only occasional migraines. He had planned to stay in his office and do some paper work, but apparently the rotten corpses wouldn't agree with him, so he was on his way to the Jeffersonian to pick her up.

After a little more than 15 minutes he was entering the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal area. He saluted the security guards on the security post and walked in. He was rubbing his temples while walking into her office, not noticing that she was watching him.

"Booth, are you feeling alright?" He voice was calm but filled with concern.

He tried to give her one of his trade mark smiles, "Yeah."

"You don't look so well to me," she looked at him and smiled knowing that he was lying.

He knew that she recognized that he was not as well as he claimed to be, so he was trying to find something to calm her down. "I… I… didn't sleep well last night.

She still wasn't sure whether or not to believe him. "All right then, let me pick up my bag and we can get going."

He watched her enter into her office returning just a minute later with her bags. In silence they walked together into the parking lot. On the way he just drove while she looked at him worried. She knew him very well. He was not all right and she knew it, but until he decided to confide in her, she just had to wait for him.

After 45 silent minutes, they arrive at the crime scene. She walked directly to the decomposing body while he talked with the local policeman. She was too busy concentrating on examining the skull, that she didn't see him standing at her side.

"What do we have Bones?" He asked her in a low calm voice.

"35 to 40 year old male, time of death approximately 3 weeks ago." He wrote the information rapidly into his colorful cards.

"Cause of death?" She looked into the skull and signaled to a hole.

"It seems a gun shoot to the back of the head," She laid the skull down again and stood up scanning the surrounding area.

"Hey Bones I'm going to talk to the forensic group, if you need anything just call."

"Ok," She said and continued watching Booth while he went over to the forensic FBI team. She was sure that something was happening with him, but wasn't quite sure of what.

Nearly an hour later, both of them were ridding back toward the lab. Booth took a quick glance at his watch and smiled, turning to glance at her and watching her write her initial report.

"Bones, are you hungry?" He asked knowing the answer.

"Not really, did you want to eat?" She stole a quick glance at him and smiled.

"Well, not really, but I know that you missed lunch when I left you in the Jeffersonian."

"Well, all right then. Let's grab a salad at the diner." She told him and closed the report, deciding to watch him instead.

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Booth didn't eat anything at the diner. He ordered a piece of cherry pie but didn't eat it.

"Seeley, are you all right?" She decided to ask him.

He looked funny to her, because of the way she called him. "Yeah."

"I don't think you are telling the truth. You seem sick to me." She put the fork on her plate and looked into his eyes.

"Ok. Why?" He asked crossing his arms in front of him.

"Let's see," she put a finger to her lips and smiled at him. "You look pale, didn't order your usual burger and didn't eat the pie you ordered. You look tired, and your hands are shaking. Do I have to continue?" She smiled at him.

"Ok Bones you win." Then he sat with his head between his hands looking at her. "My head is killing me. I can't eat anything without throwing it up. I couldn't sleep last night. I really feel sick."

"But why didn't you just stay home?" She took his hands in hers.

Booth smiled at the reaction filled with affection. "I hate being sick. Since I was a kid I never let anything stop me from doing the things that I was supposed to do."

"Really?" She said looking amused.

"Yeah. Unless I'm in the hospital." He replied smiling to her remembering the time he was at the hospital due to the explosion and got out just to save her.

"Why you don't you go to a doctor?" Booth watched her concerned expression and smiled.

"I hate doctors even more than I hate being sick. I'll go if I don't get better." He returned her smile and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

Booth paid the bill, and left for the lab. She was worried about him, and wasn't sure why, but something inside of her was telling her that something was wrong. When they arrived at the lab, she got out of the car and watched him drive away. She convinced him to get some rest, but he made her promise him that if something important was discovered about the case she would notify him.