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Chapter 1, Part 1: The Phone Call

Special Agent Seeley Booth was awoken by the noise of his ringing mobile phone. Who the hell was ringing him at 3 in the morning? They better have a good excuse he taught and if they didn't he would track them down and kill them and make sure, with the help of a Miss. Temperance Brennen, that there body would never be found. "Is this a Special Agent Booth," asked a strong English accented voice. "Yes it is, and who wants to know?" he asked slightly annoyed "and you are the partner of a Miss. Temperance Brennen." "Yes, why what wrong with her? Is she okay? Is she hurt?" "She has just been brought in to surgery, but-"

Chapter 1, Part 2: The Finding

A worried Agent Booth, dressed in only his boxers and an old blue t-shirt his 7 year old son thrown over his should still asleep.

"Where is she? Where's my Bones?"The person at the desk sighed working at a desk at half three was not the best part of her job but was defiantly the most tiring.

"Sorry sir, may you please repeat the question?"Wow she taught I'd love to be whoever he`s in to see. I wonder if his married?

"I'm looking for My Bones, My partner, Miss. Temperance Brennen she was brought in earlier. I don't even know why she was but...God I hope she's alright." 'Well he's not married to her but he sure likes her 'she taught as she typed the person name in to the Computer.

"Floor 3, Room 401, honey" She twirled her blond hair around her finger.

Chapter1, Part3: The Waiting

Seeley Booth wrapped his arms around his son, tears rolling down his face. There was still no news about Bones although, he knew now that she and her father had been in some kind of car crash and had both been brought into surgery. With life threaten injury. They had to be okay they had to be. Bones would fall apart if Max died and if...He couldn't imagine it if Bones died he wouldn't be able to live with himself. He could just imagine bones laying there limp and lifeless, her eyes glazed over, her skin cold to the touch and deathly pale. She couldn't die, she just couldn't, he wouldn't be able to live with himself knowing that he would be able to hear her voice again, explaining some kind of theory or blowing him away when she identifying a body by just by looking at a pile of bones. And he loved her for it, he loved her more than anything, anyone else in the world and he hoped he would get to tell her that.