(After "The Past in the Present" and before "The Future in the Past")

Daisesndaffidols provided me with a prompt back in October, here is the results of that prompt.

I hope you like it even if it is late.

I don't own Bones.

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Even though his office had been taken from him and he was doing desk duty, Booth showed up for work every day on time ready to do whatever they asked him to do. His circumstances may have been altered; but, he was still an FBI agent and he wasn't going to allow them to break him. He vowed to himself to do whatever they threw his way and get through this. He was counting on Brennan being cleared in the future and when she was he would still be in the Hoover, ready to go after Pelant.

Booth had arrived for work and had just started checking his mail when a message popped up on his monitor, "You shouldn't have let her walk away. What was once yours is now mine."

Feeling his throat suddenly turn dry, Booth tried to save the message only to watch it disappear from his screen. Checking his 'In box', he found the message gone. Checking his 'Trash file', he found it to be empty.

Swallowing hard, Booth reached for his cup of coffee and with a shaking hand moved the cup towards his lips, "I need to talk to Angela."

Calling Angela, Booth tried to act nonchalant, "Hey, Ange. I. . . uh. . . I was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch with me today."

Surprised, Angela responded, "Yes, of course. I'll meet you at the Diner at noon."

Shaking his head, Booth replied, "Nah, I thought we could eat at the park. You know, fresh air, sunshine, it will does us both good."

Curious, Angela replied, "Sure, that's fine. I'll pick up a sandwich and a drink for both of us."

Staring at his monitor, Booth nodded, "Thanks Angela."

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Sitting on a bench waiting for Angela to arrive, Booth sat still and quietly observed his surroundings. Spotting his tail, Booth smirked.

Watching Angela approach, Booth stood up and hugged her when she arrived at the bench, "Hi, Angela. Thanks for coming."

Frowning, Angela remarked, "I was kind of surprised you called me."

Sitting down and taking one of the bags and bottled water from Angela's hand, Booth spoke quietly, "Yeah, something happened this morning and I don't have anyone else I can talk to about it."

Nodding her head, Angela looked around, "We're being watched aren't we?"

Sighing, Booth replied, "Yeah, just keep your head down so that they can't see your mouth clearly and talk quietly. . . . I had a message pop up on my monitor this morning. I couldn't capture it and it disappeared after being on my screen for two minutes."

"What did it say?"

Clearing his throat, Booth answered, "You shouldn't have let her walk away. What was once yours is now mine."

Dropping her lunch bag and bottled water, Angela placed her hands over her mouth, "Booth, was this Pelant?"

Shaking his head, Booth reached down and picked up Angela's bag and drink, "I don't know; but, my guess is yes."

Feeling tears start to well up, Angela stared at Booth with a fearful face, "What are we going to do?"

Shaking his head, Booth replied, "I don't think there is anything we can do. I don't know where she is and I don't have a way to contact her. Do you know of a way I can capture messages on my PC, you know, just in case it happens again?"

Sighing, Angela replied, "I'd have to be sitting at the computer. I don't think you could do it, Booth."

Opening the bag and looking inside, Booth then closed it and handed it to Angela, "Try to eat your sandwich . . . I think we just scared the shit out of Agent Ross."

Nodding her head, Angela took her sandwich out of the bag with a trembling hand and stared at it. "What if he's got her?"

Shaking his head, Booth replied, "I don't think he does. I think he's just playing mind games with me."

"God I hope you're right Booth."

Sighing, Booth took his sandwich out of his bag and unwrapped it. "I hope so too, Angela because if he really does have her . . ."

Placing her hand on his shoulder, Angela whispered, "Booth, it's going to be alright, you'll see."

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Booth was home, asleep when he was awakened by a pounding on his front door. Dragging himself out of bed, Booth threw on his robe and walked downstairs to see who was at front door. Opening it, Booth was surprised to find Agent Flynn standing on the front steps. Frowning, Booth growled, "What the hell do you want?"

Staring at Booth, Flynn looked Booth up and down and then responded, "I need you to come with me to the Jeffersonian."

Shaking his head, Booth asked, "What the hell for? It's 1:36 in the morning."

Pointing over his shoulder, Flynn replied, "I'll wait for you in my car. Get your ass in gear, Booth. I haven't got time to play with you. They have something over at the Jeffersonian that you may need to see."

Glaring at Flynn, Booth responded, "You're an asshole, you know that?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Flynn answered, "I'm just doing my job, Booth."

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Arriving at the Jeffersonian, Booth walked with Flynn into the Lab. Surprised to see Cam, Hodgins and Wendell on the platform, Booth moved quickly to the staircase leading up to the platform. Not waiting, Booth strode up the stairs setting off the alarm. Cam, jerking her head up, stepped away from the exam table and intercepted Booth before he could get near the table. Flynn, walking behind Booth, slid his card in to the card reader and silenced the alarm.

Glaring at Flynn and then back at Booth, Cam asked, "Booth stop right there. What are you doing here?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth pointed at Flynn, "He told me you have something for me to see."

Shaking her head in disbelief, Cam took a deep breath and exclaimed, "No I do not have anything for you to see. Agent Flynn is walking a very thin wire right now and I will make sure that Director Cullen knows about it."

Not listening to Cam, Booth pointed at the exam table behind her, "What's going on? Do you have a victim on the table? Do you know who it is?"

Seeing the fear in Booth's face, Cam pushed him towards the stairs, "Booth, go and sit in Angela's office. When I'm done here, I'll come and talk to you. Agent Flynn was wrong to bring you here; but, since you're here, just wait in Angela's office. I mean it Booth. I can't do my job if I have to worry about you."

"So there is something for me to worry . . ."

Interrupting Booth, Flynn replied, "Yes there is . . ."

Interrupting Flynn, Cam exclaimed, "One more word from you Agent Flynn and I will have security escort you from this building."

Huffing, Flynn exclaimed, "You can't do that."

Furious, Cam replied, "Try me."

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Since Flynn refused to tell him what was going on, Booth sat in silence in Angela's office. Having slept poorly since Brennan had fled with Christine, Booth was exhausted. Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, Booth lay on the couch and closed his eyes to rest. Booth had been asleep for two hours when Cam walked into Angela's office.

Glaring at Flynn, Cam remarked, "You are a cold hearted bastard, do you know that?"

Shaking his head, Flynn replied, "I'm just doing my job."

Still angry, Cam responded, "Bullshit. You're sadistic and enjoy watching others in pain."

Grim, Flynn pointed at Booth, "There is no way he doesn't know where Dr. Brennan is . . . or was."

Walking over to where Booth lay, Cam shook Booth's shoulder, "Seeley, I need you to wake up."

Startled, Booth sat up and rubbed his eyes, "Yeah, I'm awake."

Sitting next to Booth, Cam placed her hand on Booth's knee, "Seeley, it isn't Brennan."

Relieved, Booth exhaled deeply and asked, "Who is it then?"

Glaring at Flynn, Cam moved her hand to Booth's shoulder, "Its Hannah Burley."

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daisesndaffidols wanted me to find a way to kill off Hannah in a story. I hope this is what you wanted.

What did you think of my little story? Reviews would be greatly appreciated and might encourage my muse to keep writing.