The author does not own any aspect of "Bones" and is making no profit from this work of fan fiction.
Note: Spoilers up to the end of the third season
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"That's what I thought. The cell phone's been tapped, Bones," said Booth, dropping it in two pieces on the bed. "Listen to me. You have got to be careful, okay? These guys are serious here. They know how to reach you. They got close enough to do this, they could be anywhere. Don't leave the Jeffersonian. You go to work or you're here, okay?" He paused, kicking the carpet with the toe of his shoe. "Do you want to stay with me? Or I could stay here . . ."
"No," said Brennan. Booth was disappointed to note that she didn't seem particularly touched by his offer. "I think I'm just going to stay in tonight."
Booth hemmed and hawed, but there wasn't a reasonable objection he could think of. She would be safe enough in her own apartment for tonight, and tomorrow he would work out serious protection for her – and fix whatever had gone wrong in their relationship. "Alright," he said finally. "You've got my cell phone number. Anything goes wrong, you call me, okay?"
"Okay."
After he was gone, Brennan walked around the house, unlocking doors, cracking windows. When the apartment was as unsecure as she could make it, she went back to bedroom. She reassembled the phone and turned it on. It lit up. She called Booth's office because she knew he was at home.
It took a long time to go to voicemail. She could have hung up. She stayed on the line.
There were so many terrible people in the world, she thought. Ring . . . Ring. You've reached the office of Special Agent Seeley Booth. The kind of people who had hurt Zach, who prayed on the weak, on the helpless. Someone had to do something. Beep.
"It's me. Booth, I figured it out. I know who killed those people. First thing tomorrow we can go pick them up and this will all be over . . . just call me. Bye."
Brennan hung up the phone. She walked to the dresser and took out the gun that she kept there, the one that Booth found threatening to his manhood. Then she went to go sit in her living room and wait.