Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, though I did create these events. These characters belong to Fox, Josephson entertainment and Far Field Productions.

Dusty and calm, the orbs settled upon the dark brown of the cylinders, they were almost the color of snow clouds, a hint of blue flitting into them here or there. He watched them instead of what he was being shown, his brown eyes captivated by the grey of her own. Looking up at him now she caught his gaze. "Booth? Are you paying any attention?" She looked at him quizzically, frustration rising in her cheeks as her slim hand dropped to her lap. Seeing this he flashed her an aggravated grin that looked more like a grimace than he had intended. "I told you Bones, I leave that kind of stuff up to you." Sighing she let her gaze fall from him and back to the femur that's at before her.

"Then why are you here Booth?" with a blink her eyes fluttered to his again.

"Because you needed some company." This time the smile was genuine but mocking. Taking a quick glance at her watch she noted the time and stood.

"I don't need your company Booth." As she walked from the lab he followed on her heals, scooting past trays and examination tables.

"Oh come one Bones, you know you like it when I visit."

"Only when you smell like decay." She glanced back at him, a wry smile creeping over her face as amusement shown cunningly in the blue of her eyes.

"Does my after shave really smell that bad?" he joked as they finally made it into her office. Shutting the door behind them Seeley attempted to put on his best "Big Bad Cop-Man" face and waited for her to sit.

"I think your in danger." Hs mouth formed a thin, strict line as the words made their way across the room to her.

"I've been in danger before." She said with a sight nod. Stepping away from the door he awkwardly walked to her desk, removing a thick, bent piece of computer paper. Handing it to her he waited once again. "It's a copy of the original."

She scanned the page slowly, the movement of her eyes across the words becoming more and more mechanical with each line. His eyes caught the subtle reaction in her features. Setting the page down she looked up at him with a forced independence and confidence. She was trying to look tough.

"You're taking it well."

She raised her eyebrows to him. "Do you think it's a real threat?" She took a final look at the paper the held it out to him.

"I'm not sure Bones." I hope its not, I don't want to lose you.

Leaving the room he stuffed a note greatly detailing the upcoming death of his partner, the words written she had seen being black, the original words being in sheep's blood.

I Hope to God its not.

A/N: Im sorry its short. This is my first Bones Fiction so please, tell me what you think!