AN: I don't own Bones.

(Hands held up in surrender) Yes, yes, yes...Another story. I know, I know. Don't shoot. Please let me know if I should continue this. If necessary, I can go back and rework it into a one-shot.

Please note, however, I don't know when the updates will be. Granted, I'm still unemployed, so I have time to write, but I do have other responsibilities.

Hopefully you enjoy this. :)

In nearly every home in the United States, early in the morning, you would find people getting ready for work. Accountants. Lawyers. Cashiers. Nurses. Police Officers. Waitresses. Teachers. Doctors. Judges. Mechanics. Repairmen. If you looked into their windows, you'd see every walk of life getting ready to start their days. And in most of these homes, you'd find that on the television, playing in the background, was the morning news. Catching up on the headlines of the day as they prepare to go be part of society.

And that is how most of the country found out one of the top news stories. Including those that worked at the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal Lab in Washington, D.C.

"Ange, have you seen my keys? I can't find them anywhere?" Hodgins asked his wife as they got ready for work.

Finishing up her makeup in the bathroom, she called back, "Look in the bowl on the bookshelf by the front door."

"Oh! Right." he said, walking out of the bedroom to the living room. "Found 'em!" he yelled.

Angela rolled her eyes as she stepped into the bedroom and slid her shoes on. "That's great, babe."

"Are you ready? I figured we could stop for breakfast..." he said, trailing off as the top news story came on just as he was preparing to turn off the television.

"Hodgins, we just had breakfast a half hour ago." she said as she entered the living room. "I just need to grab my...oh, my God!" she screeched as she, too, saw the story playing on the news.

"Michelle! You're going to be late if you don't get a move on!" Cam yelled down the hall to her daughter.

"I know, Mom!" Michelle yelled back. "I just can't seem to get my hair right!" she said in frustration.

Cam huffed out a laugh as she shook her head. "I'm sure your boss will love that excuse." she said to herself.

"Alright, I'm ready." Michelle said, walking into the kitchen. "Not the hairstyle I wanted for the day, but..."

"You look fine." Cam said, putting her coffee cup in the sink. "Now, I'll give you a ride to work, but you're going to have to catch the bus home tonight."

Michelle rolled her eyes as she turned to pick up her bag off the small kitchen table. "I know." she said. "Hey, look." she said, turning the volume up on the television.

"Oh, no." Cam breathed, reaching for her cell phone.

"I don't know what time I'll be home tonight, Seeley." Hannah said as she stood by the counter drinking a big cup of coffee and watching the news on the small television Booth kept in there. "I have a meeting with Congressman York first thing and then I need to see my editor." she said.

Booth walked out of the bedroom doing up his tie, nodding. "Alright." he said, entering the kitchen. "Hopefully I get a case today."

"It's been a slow week, hasn't it?" she asked, tilting her head.

"More like a slow month." Booth said, pouring himself a cup. "Well, case or no, I have to go see Bones. I haven't heard from her in a while, so I'm gonna check up on her." he said, grimacing at the cold coffee.

Hannah hummed in agreement as she finished off her coffee. "Tell her I said hello. I called her the other night to invite her to dinner, but she didn't answer." she said, rinsing out her cup.

"Yeah, I will." Booth nodded, walking into the living room. He grabbed his keys, cell phone and badge off the coffee table and turned to grab his jacket from the chair where he put it earlier.

"Seeley!" Hannah yelled.

"What? What is it?" he asked, running back in as he heard the panic in her voice. Hannah said nothing, just pointed at the television.

"And in other news, world renowned Forensic Anthropologist and New York Times best selling author, Dr. Temperance Brennan, has been listed in critical condition after the car she was driving was struck late last night just outside of Raleigh, North Carolina. According to officers at the scene, the vehicle driven by forty-five year old Jill Taylor, of Rabbit Springs, Virginia, veered across the median, and crashed head on into the vehicle driven by Dr. Brennan. Taylor was pronounced dead at the scene, while Dr. Brennan was taken to a local hospital. We'll have more on this story and Dr. Brennan during our ten o'clock news break."

"I...I...I need to...I should be there. Why wasn't I called? I need to call..."

"Seeley, Seeley...calm down." Hannah said, placing her hand on his shaking hand. "First things first. Call..." she trailed off, seeing his phone lighting up.

"Cam?" Booth asked, answering his cell phone.

"Seeley, did you see..."

"Yeah, yeah I did." Booth said, nodding even though she couldn't see him. "Did anyone call you, or what?" he asked, standing up to begin pacing. At a time like this, he couldn't sit still.

"No, they didn't, Seeley. I checked." Cam said. "Listen, after I hang up with you, I'm going to make a couple calls, see what I can find out. Then, I'll call you back, alright?" she asked.

"Okay. Call me as soon as you find out something...anything, really, Cam." he said.

"I will." she said, hanging up.

Booth blew out a breath as he continued pacing his living room. As he was turning back, his eyes caught sight of a favorite picture of his. It was Bones, sitting beside Parker at a Flyers game he had convinced her to go to last year. She was wearing a Flyers jersey, as was Parker, and he was, too, but he wasn't in the picture. The two of them were wearing gigantic smiles, with Parker leaning into Bones. That had been one of the best days he and Parker had ever had.

"I uh...I need to go see Bones." he said, turning to Hannah. "I should be there...you know, just...just..." he stammered, not wanting to finish that sentence.

Hannah, however, knew what he was trying not to say. Nodding, she gave him a smile. "I understand, Seeley. Go to her." she said.

Booth nodded, looking at his cell phone as he dialed. "Thanks, Hannah." he said. "Hodgins, hey. I need you and Angela to pack a bag. We're going to North Carolina." he said, his voice trailing off as he walked into the bedroom, leaving Hannah in the living room.

"Did he say anything?" Angela asked, getting a nightgown out of the dresser.

"Just that we were going to North Carolina to see Doc Bee." Hodgins said, throwing some stuff into an overnight bag. "He should be getting here, babe, so we need to hurry."

"I meant did he say if he'd heard anything about Brennan?" she asked, going into the bathroom for her toothbrush and other toiletries.

"No. I asked, and he hadn't heard anything. Sorry." he said. "I also called Cam, by the way, and she's going with us."

"That's good." Angela said. "What about Iraqi Barbie? Is she going?" she asked, rolling her eyes, and praying he said...

"No. Booth's not bringing her. It's just gonna be the four of us." Hodgins answered.

"Good." Angela said, just as their doorbell rang.

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