Lunch time was peak hour and the platform was packed with people coming and going. Somewhere above her, Temperance Brennan heard the computerised voice broadcast the delay of one of the trains. Cell phones rang out and the wind whistled in her ears, the clouds threatened to break. She barely noticed any of it, her eyes were focused on the train in front of her, or the man who stood at the cabin door, to be precise. It was an intercity line, the train had already been stopped for a few minutes; they had a short time.

"Please Temperance. I can give you the life that I couldn't before." He have the appearance of a proffessional businesss man. He wore a dark black suit and carried a dark bag. Just an ordinary business man on his way to lunch.

"You couldn't. You cant. Things are different now." Brennan spoke from her position on the platform, her voice slightly raised so he could hear her above the chatter that surrounded them.

"Things can be different, he believed it, you do too..." The worry lines etched into his face, his graying hair stood out further , "...otherwise you wouldn't have come."

The grey clouds above were threatening. To anyone else, they would have just looked like a man and a woman chatting before he had to leave, but this was no ordinary encounter.

"I came because- what you are doing is wrong. If you turn yourself in, they can- they can help you." Brennan could see him shake his head hurriedly, he was barely listening, "They can help you."

"You know what I've done Temperance, no one can help me now."

"Dad please."

"Russ is with me. We can do this Tempe, we can be a family together. All you have to do is come with me."

His eyes analysed her, portraying more patience than he had. His sighed tiredly and waited in hope. Brennan's eyes watered as she tried to absord everything. Her father had left a message and a trail of untraceable messages. He told her to come alone. He was her father, so she went. And here she was. would she be willing to give up everything at the chance of happyness that he offered her?

"Temperance, we can be together." His argument a simple one.

She considered him slowly. He was convinced that she would accept.

"No," She stood with more confidence than she felt. She managed to keep her voice from trembling. "I cant dad. I have my life here."

Dissapointed etched upon his face.

"I have my job. I have my friends, I have Booth."

"So its because of him?" His harsh voice betrayed the calm exterior he had portrayed earlier. He ... "You're giving this up for ...him?"

"I care about him. And he cares about me!" She defended Booth, "he's the only one whoever has."

Max Keenan was taken aback as he picked up on the resentment in his daughters voice. He regarded her, and chuckled bitterly.

"I'm sorry Tempe, im sorry i wasn't always there. All im asking for is a second chance."

"I cant. I cant go." A tear slipped down her face as she focused on the ground. She didn't know exactly why she was crying. She didn't want to go, she couldn't, but she didn't want to lose her family. she remembered what Booth had said though. Theres more than one kind of family. As she looked in his eyes that day, she understood.

"You have to turn yourself in. Booth can help you."

"Theres that name again," He said softly to her. After a silent moment he continued, "Do you love him?"

She smiled wearily as another tear trickled down her cheek, he watched her silently from his place a few metres away on the train.

"That's not a question you get to ask." She whispered.

The atmosphere was broken as the sound of sirens rung through the air startling the travellers and the pair. Max looked up in fear and urgency.

"You called the cops?!" He shouted.

"What? no-" Brennan was puzzled, "I didn't."

The FBI vans rushed to the station and set up. The agents got out and surveyed the area, the men got into positions. Brennan looked on, her eyes landed on Booth as he got out of a Black vehicle. He took his sunnies off, his expression worried; he was looking for her. The computerised voice broadcasted over the PA, Max Keenan's train was about to depart. The FBI couldn't get there in time to stop any of this.

"This is the last chance Temperance. Take my hand" He held out his hand in an urgent plea. The train rumbled to a start.

"Dad, get off the train. Dad!"

The doors of his train began to close, he put his foot between the door to trigger the motion censor and stop the doors from shutting. The train began to move slowly. Time was slipping away from them, and Brennan felt powerless.

"I love you Temperance." Max shouted from the cabin door as the train continued to move. Rain drops drizzled from above.

"Dad!" Brennan yelled as she ran along and grabbed his arm. She tugged at his coat sleeve in an attempt to pull him from the train, she had to stop him from leaving. He pulled back roughly as the train picked up speed.

"Bones!" Booth had seen her. "Get your men into position" He called as he raced to the station.

Brennan ran along side the train, the platform was coming to an end, she would have to stop him now. The rain continued to drizzle. She pulled at his coat one last time and he pushed her as the train finally departed from the platform.

"Ow!" She screamed as she felt her wrist crack with the pressure force as she went down on it. The rain came down heavily and so did the tears. All of a sudden, Brennan felt like she was 15 all over again. Left behind without answers, once again they left her behind.

The FBI secured the station. Booth rushed to her side.

At the Jeffersonian, a few hours later.

"I'll be two seconds hon!" Angela yelled as she dissapeared round the corner. Brennan walked into her office. After being questioned by the agents and checked out by the medico's she was allowed to leave. The ambulance at the scene bandaged her wrist. Although she proffesionally insisted it was just a sprain, they had recommended that she have an x-ray taken sometime just to make sure. Brennan hadn't spoken to Booth all day but he had called Angela to pick her up.

Angela was in her office, collecting some equipment. Brennan had changed her wet clothes and was now comfortable in a warm overcoat. She wandered through her office silently. She looked at a file on her desk from this morning. Case #1032 it read. She opened and skimmed it in an effort to keep busy.

Her mind kept recalling the days events. She was unsure of why she was reacting so emotionally to the events. She had been hurt before, she was prepared to be hurt again. What did she expect to happen? She must had read the first line in the case about fifty times when a knock at the door interruped her thoughts. It was Booth.

"Hey," the first thing she recogised was his smile.

"Hey" She sighed somewhat in relief, inconsciously she smiled back. "I haven't heard from you all day. I mean, I saw you at the station, but I didn't see you after that..."

"Yeh, sorry Bones, busy schedule. Things to do, people to see," He cracked a small joke in an attempt at making her feel better.

If the truth be told, Booth was away for a majority of the day because of trouble with Cullens. His superior had suspected that Booth may have had some prior knowledge of the days proceedings and had neglected to warn the FBI, in order to protect his partner. Booth was at the office all day trying to save his own ass before he could save Brennans. Being the gentleman that he is, he left out this small piece of information.

"Where's Ange?" Booth asked.

"She's just collecting some stuff. She's insisting on taking me home and spending the night. But I think I'll just call Hodgins and tell him to ring her later tonight. That should get rid of her."

"She cares about you." Booth laughed at her carefully orchestrated plan.

"Yeh..." She trailed off somewhat sadly. She paused hesitantly before continuing, "Did they find him?"

"The agents set up a perimeter around the station and tracked the train until it got to the next station. They set up a perimeter there, he never got off the train..."

"I guess he didn't want to be found" Bones replied quietly. "How did you even find us?"

"Andrews was tracking you," Booth sighed at Bones shocked expression, "I had no idea. He is a new agent on the case, he really wanted to get your father Bones, and I think he knew that he would make contact with you. Andrews has been following you for a couple of days, he tracked your phone calls. There was a microchip in your coat pocket, they recorded the conversation with your father."

Bones looked up at this. She looked into his eyes and she knew that they were both thinking along the same lines. Booth had listened to the conversation, she knew what she had said about him. He knew what they had spoken about. He gave her a small smile.

"Bones?" He walked forward. The sincereness was clearly marked in his warm chocolate eyes.

"It's been a long day," Brennan smiled back half heartedly. She turned away again and dropped the file on her desk. "I just cant believe he would come all the way out here and ask me to leave everything and go with him."

"Did you think about it?" He eyed her carefully.

"Ofcourse not Booth."

"He's your father Bones. It would be understandable if you had considered going with him, to find that perfect world, to be with your family again."

"He's not my family." She said decisively, Booth wondered if she was in denial. "He's not my family anymore." She looked at him appreciately.

Booth smiled in remembrance. Brennan wiped a stray tear from her cheek and smiled in an effort to cover up the hurt, he could see it her eyes.

Silently he pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her.

"I wish i could take away your pain Temperance."

She responded with her arms around his neck. He nuzzled her and soaked up the scent of her slightly damp hair. She felt safe in his embrace, she felt as if he could protect her from all the evil out there; just by holding her close.

"You do. Just by being here." She whispered softly. She pulled away. "I'd feel even better if you'd have dinner with me?" He smiled at her coyness, she seemed almost shy.

"I'm just hungry," She giggled.

"I know."

"I need food. And we could talk." She began.

"Talk eh?"

The banter could continue all night, if not for the dreaded interuptions.

"Booth are you in here?" It was Cam.

Booth and Brennan pulled apart slightly and looked to the doorway as Cam entered.

"Hey. Are you ready to go?" Cam asked Booth and then turned to Brennan, "Dr. Brennan I heard about what happenned, feel free to take a few days off."

Brennan nodded, she didn't feel like arguing.

"So I'll just get my coat?" Cam asked the puzzled agent. "Dinner reservations. I know you've had a long day but we can talk about that. Shall we go?"

Booth sighed inwardly. Cam waited expectantly. Booth looked up at Brennan waiting for a response. He could see the dissappointment in her eyes, even as she tried to cover it up.

"So um." She started, "I'll see you tomorrow."

He sighed. Cam hardly noticed any of it.

"Bren, you ready to go?" It was Angela. "Goodnight Booth, Cam."

Brennan smiled at Booth once last time and headed for the door. Booth watched them walk out. Brennan placed her head on her friends shoulder, as Angela wrapped an arm around her. He heard Brennan mention something about food as they left.

A/N.

So what did you think? This is my first Bones fanfic, and I haven't written fanfiction for a while to be honest. I'm not sure whether to continue this with two or three more chapters...

If you read it please let me know what you think.

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