A/N: This is just a little idea that popped into my head I hope you'll enjoy it. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue my other story, it sort of died. So, ideas/comments/suggestions are appreciated. Enjoy.

Rating: T, for language and adult situations later on in the story.

Pairings: BB, and Jack/Angela

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones. Maybe someday…

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Rain hit the windshield faster then the wipers could brush it off, and it made the road very difficult to see. To make matters worse, night was approaching and the dark storm clouds blocked out the last, feeble rays of sunlight that were left. Dr. Temperance Brannan was not a happy woman.

About a week ago, her publisher had told her that there was going to be a huge book signing up in Kentucky, and it was mandatory that she attend. There would be other authors, but most of the crowd would be there for her. Reluctantly she agreed to go on the four day trip. So, here she was, driving up an empty highway on her way to Kentucky in the pouring rain.

Next to her, her phone started to ring. Keeping one hand firmly on the wheel, she picked up her phone and flipped it open.

"Brennan."

Silence.

"Hello? Who is this?" She cursed her cell phone company for crappy service.

"Hello Doctor Brennan, my name is Rick Warren remember me? I'm your number one fan."

Brennan frowned, "How did you get my number Rick?" She never gave out her phone number.

"Oh, don't worry about that." The man said dismissively, "I just want to know about you."

"I see," The guy creped her out to say the least, but she decided to go along with him. Many of the people, who talked to her like that, claiming to worship her, were mentally insane.

"You see Dr. Brennan, I've been following you for a very long time now, and I'm dying to meet you."

"Well, I would be happy to talk to you at a book signing."

"Oh, I don't think that will be necessary, I've been to all of your book signings, I was at your very first one in that small bookstore in Virginia. I have all of your books, signed of course, first edition. But I was hoping to meet you personally, talk to you; after all I am your number one fan."

"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to do that."

"I don't care about rules, Temperance, We were meant to be together, and I will find a way. I love you, and we will be together soon, very soon."

There was a click on the other end, and Brennan snapped her phone shut. The call had been very odd, and as much as she hated to admit it, she knew that this was exactly the kind of thing she should tell Booth about. It was probably nothing but just in case…

She opened her phone back open and after a moments hesitation she hit 1 on her speed dial, and waited for Booth to pick up.

"Booth."

"Hey Booth, its Brennan."

"Hey bones, what's up?"

"Its probably nothing, I just… well you know, sometimes you just get the feeling that something is wrong and-"

"What's wrong?" he asked, cutting off her rambling.

"Its just that I got this call from a man who was acting really weird, he said his name was Rick Warren, and he claimed he was my number one fan."

"How did he get your number?"

"I'm not sure, when I asked him he just said not to worry about it. He just kept saying that he wanted to meet me. He claimed to have been at every one of my book signings, but apparently that isn't enough for him. He said he loves me, and that we will be together soon."

"Okay, my friend is putting the name through the database now, where are you?"

"Driving on a highway in the middle of nowhere."

"How many cars are on the road with you?"

"Not many, I've seen five or so in the past hour, and there's one that's right behind me now…" oh shit, she suddenly realized that the same car had been behind her the whole four hours that she had been driving on the highway, and it had never made a move to pass her. Ricks words came flooding into her head 'I've been following you for a very long time now' 'I love you, and we will be together soon.'

"Bones? You still there?"

"Yeah." She said, quietly.

"Is something wrong?"

"The car, it's been following me for a while, four hours. Maybe it's just my imagination."

"What does it look like?"

"Booth, don't worry about it. I'm sorry I called, this is silly."

"What does it look like Bones?" Booth insisted.

"It's a red station wagon, and it's old. I'm sorry I can't see much, its raining so hard."

"Can you see its license plates?"

"I can only tell that they're from Kentucky, and it starts with 43."

"Okay, I'll run that information too."

Suddenly the rain came down harder, making it mealy impossible to see. She turned on her floodlights and put her windshield wipers on their highest setting. She pressed the speaker button on her cell phone and gripped the steering wheel with two hands. To her horror, the red car in back of her started to speed up, catching up with her. She didn't dare speed up; she would certainly loose control and crash. She looked in her rearview mirror and saw the man behind her wheel.

"Bones? Bones are you there? What's wrong?"

"Booth, he's coming."

"What do you mean he's coming? Bones you have to talk to me." Booth tried not to show it in his voice but he was scared, and he knew that there was nothing that he could do."

"The man, he's speeding up, he's almost next to me. Booth I'm scared."

He couldn't miss the pleading in her voice. "Just stay calm Bones, you're going to be okay." He knew that if the man was intending to hurt her, then it was out of his control.

The red car was next to her now, but she didn't look at it. She focused on the road now, but she could feel the other drivers' eyes on her. She was sandwiched between the guardrail and the station wagon, and there was nowhere to go. Suddenly the man swerved his car right, smashing into her. She hit the brakes hard, but the wheels slipped on the wet asphalt, sending her car spinning out of control.

"Booth!" She screamed, hoping that by some small miracle she would get out of this alive. Her car was sliding towards the flimsy looking guardrail at over fifty miles an hour. She had heard people speak of times their life had 'flashed before their eyes, but she didn't believe it could actually happen. However, as her car spun across the four lane highway, her life did just that.

And then there was the collision, a horrible crashing of metal and shattering of glass. She was aware of the car falling, tumbling down a steep hill, and then there was only a throbbing pain before everything faded into darkness.

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