I don't know how I came up with the idea for this fic but I just did! It was originally gonna be a one-shot but I think it can go further so please Read and tell me what you think!

I hope you like it...enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Bones...it is currently in the great care of Hart Hanson....a genius may I say!

It had been a week...a week with no cases, no Booth walking at her heels everywhere that she went, nothing to do, nothing at all. It was weird, not the fact that there was no cases, they often went a few weeks without that. But what was weird....Booth hadn't shown up, not once. Normally he'd be in every now and then, to make sure she was eating, making sure she didn't stay all night standing over ancient remains in limbo. That was probably the reason she was so tired. She really did need him, she needed him to insist she go home and sleep, otherwise, as it was now proven, she wouldn't.

However, it was only 8:05 and she had until at least 9 before Booth would normally turn up and force her out. Yes it annoyed her sometimes, but she wanted it. She wanted to see him striding into lab shouting her name, a look of fake annoyance on his face because she was still there.

When it got to 9:15 and he didn't turn up, she decided to go to him. It was definitely weird and it was bugging her. Had she upset him. She could answer that in one. Yes , she had. She had rejected him. But he had "forgiven her" and it had been almost forgotten besides it was in the past now, he wasn't one to hold grudges. She grabbed her coat from the chair in her office and walked out of the Lab. She pulled her coat onto herself and pulled her car keys out of her pocket as she trudged through the snow to her car. Getting into the car and turning up the heat, she pulled out of the car park and made her way to what was unofficially her second home. She headed to Booth's. Pulling up outside of the large building she turned off the engine and prepared herself for cold night air.

Walking towards the building with the cold air lashing out at her face she thought about how this scene could be different. She remembered all of the times when she had walked this path with Booth himself. She wanted to feel his strong arms around her, his warmth radiating onto her but the feeling did not come.

She let herself into the building with the spare key he had given her and climbed 2 flights of stairs until she reached the right floor. She strode down the corridor until she reached the door at the end, the place she had become so familiar with so accustomed to, it felt weird being back after only a short amount of time.

She had a key yes...but she never really used it. It felt bad to her, to go into somebody else's home...alone. However, she would have to overcome the feelings here, he was not answering the door and he could be in danger. She put the key into the lock, turned it and slowly pushed the door open.

Everything looked normal; it was slightly messy, as usual. The only unopened mail was from this morning so he was obviously home this week. He wasn't in danger.

But he wasn't here, he wasn't at home. Brennan headed out and climbed back into her car. She knew where she was heading, the only other likely place Booth might be on a Thursday night, work. She parked up outside of the FBI Building and headed out once again into the cold night air. She had been into the building enough times that no ID was necessary. She made her way towards his office. She noticed the blinds were shut, smiling to herself as she imagined him sleeping, snoring form behind the desk. Slowly she pushed the door open and entered as quietly as she could. Glancing around the room, she noticed, it was empty, He wasn't there. Once again she backed out of the room and headed not for the exit, but for the office of Booth's boss.

Once she reached the office, she walked straight in. Hacker looked up from his paperwork in alarm, but his face softened once her saw Brennan.

"Ahh Dr Brennan, to what do I owe the pleasure, at..." He glanced at his watch. "Almost 10 at night...is everything OK?"

"Yes Andrew everything is fine. It's about Booth, do you know where he might be, it's just he isn't at home or here and I haven't seen him all week....do you know anything?"

"I...Dr Brennan, I haven't seen him all week. He called in Monday and said he wouldn't be able to make it into work and wasn't sure when he would be back. I agree it is weird but there is nothing I can do, he called in and that's it. If nobody sights agent booth by tomorrow evening then I can officially file a missing persons report but until then, I am afraid I can do nothing but you yourself are welcome to search."

"Thank you Andrew" Brennan headed out of the office and back once again to her car. It looked like going home tonight was not an option. She went off to all of the usual places leaving the founding fathers, the diner and wong foo's until last. With No look in the diner and the founding fathers she headed over to wong foo's, bordering now on desperation. She walked in and was greeted by the cheery face of Sid.

"Dr Brennan, it's good to see you again, you haven't been in with Booth in a while."

"Ahh well I've been kind of busy. I'm here about Booth actually, you haven't seen him have you, I mean all week, has he been in?"

"Well you are in luck, he was in about an hour ago. Oh do you want a drink...bad case huh?"

"Bad Case...what no Sid we don't have a case, why?"

"Oh, I just assumed I mean I don't normally see Agent Booth in that state, he was acting...different. Just upset and he drunk...a lot. As a matter of fact, Dr Brennan you might want to find him he probably shouldn't be out on the streets alone like this, he didn't have his car."

"I umm...yes I probably should, do you know where he went."

"I don't know, he was murmuring something about a monument or something of the sorts."

The monument, of course, why would she not think to look there? Brennan gave Sid a quick wave and rushed out of the door. Abandoning the car, she ran the way to the monument and sat on the step for a moment to regain her breath. Through her heavy breaths she could hear shouting, she could barely make out what the voice was saying. It sounded something like:

"WHY" It was being repeated...It was Booth. She was sure of it. His voice didn't sound angry however, it sounded sad and full of anguish. She glanced around until she found the figure of Booth on the top step of the monument. She watched him continue to shout. She watched him fling his arms in the air. She watched him fall to his knees. She watched as tears flowed freely down his face and that's when her body jerked into motion and she started to run towards him.

She reached him and knelt down beside him but he did not acknowledge that she was there. She could smell the alcohol on him. She didn't know what to do, what to say, she was never really good at comforting.

"Booth, we need to leave, it's cold and it's snowing and you're drunk, you need to come, please." When he didn't do or say anything, she grabbed his arm and tried to pull him up. Suddenly his arm jerked out of her hold and he looked at her for the first time with his tearstained eyes which were now full of pain, of sadness and full of anger.

"LEAVE ME ALONE...just don't....just...just leave me alone. I'm going home" He ran down the steps at a fast pace and off into the distance. Brennan stood for a minute, until she decided, she had no choice, she had to follow him. He told her where he was heading, did that mean he wanted her to follow?

So what did you think? Should I carry on? Please review and let me know what you thought!

Thankyou for reading

Lauren xxx