Again this is a rewritten version of Life Changes.

I do not own Bones, besides the 206 bones in my body, which you can identified by a remolded sprain left ankle and a remolded broken nose and jaw, and perhaps identification markers of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome


Booth watched as a woman with short brown hair, opens a back door to let a dog run out of the house. For some reason he knew this had to be her. However, his Bones would not get a dog, although she did consider it during one of their cases.

He watched as the woman then called, "Bella" and the dog comes running back to the house. He had heard her voice, it was the same voice he would hear for those five years of working together. He watched as she turned into the house and turned off the backlights, and then all of the other lights on the first floor. He watches as a room upstairs lights up, and then turns off five minutes later. Then the room right next to lights up. For what had seem like hours, but in reality maybe 30 minutes at most the room goes black.

Booth then decided at that moment, it was time to head back to the hotel to get some rest as well. He intended the next day to confront the woman he had known to be his partner.


Booth remembers the day Bones went missing all too well. He and Bones were not spending too much time together because he was trying to move on with Hannah. The only time they would spend time together was during one of their cases. He had walked into her office just like any normal case:

"Bones, case, Chop, Chop!" However, the room was empty. He then decided to check in Limbo. If she was not in her office then most likely, she was in Limbo, studying the humans of the past. He had hoped that she was not in here all night. He needed her to focus on the bones they have now. The last time she was in here all night, she nearly fell asleep on the ride there. He had learned then motion makes her more tired.

She was not in Limbo; he then decided to check in Angela's office. Angela would know where Bones was. Booth was dreading this; since he was not around as much, he was ignoring Angela's calls. He knew what she wanted. As soon as he walked into the office, he knew something was up. All of them were in her office, besides Bones. They were discussing something, but they shut-up when he entered.

"Well hello, Special Agent Asshole, so glad you can take the time in coming down to this lovely building we call the Jeffersonian." Angela spat out. He knew he was going to dread this.

"Where's Bones, we have a case?" asked Booth. Cam gave him an apologetic look. Hodgins looked to his wife, while Angela glared at him.

"Well, Mr. I am too good to answer calls for anyone, but Hannah. You would have known that Bren is missing. Angela spat at him. Booth felt the bold drain from his head. Those were the calls that they were trying to give.

"When?" was the only word he could have gotten out. He was trying to remember the last time he had seen Bones. It was the Dr. Lauren case. Oh, God, the night she confessed her feelings for him. He had shot her down. That had been the worst night of his life, when he had returned to his apartment, he found Hannah in his bed with her boss. After he kicked them out of his place, he wished to have called Bone; she would have come over. No matter what was going on between them. Now he wishes more than ever that he had called her.

"Honestly, no one can pin point. We assume the day when the Lauren case was solved. You must have been the last one too have seen her, since she did not tell us how Lauren died, and it was in your report and all. Hodgins said. That must have been the night she had disappeared?"

Booth sled to the floor, "I shouldn't have left her alone" he said mid-fall.

"Seeley, what happened that night? Did you guys have a fight or something?" Cam said, as she walked over to him.

"I, I had a feeling something was wrong I needed to see her. I had gone to her apartment, but she was not there. I then came here, I seen her get into a cab. I followed the cab thinking it was going home. I still needed to talk to her. I followed her into the woodland area, where the victim died. I saw her bend down to look at something in the road. Then she almost got herself hit by a car." He paused for a minute when he heard Angela gasp for air. "I pulled her out of the way just in time, that is when she tome how the victim died, and that the driver must have buried her in the tree. She, um, then told me that she wanted to give us a chance, that she regretted not giving us a chance. I told her, that, that woman was no consolation prize… I then asked her if she wanted me to call someone, she told me no that, she was ok. I dropped her off here afterwards."

"Do you think that she would have done something stupid?" Hodgins spoke, knowing that he would get a glare from the room. Which, he did, especially from Booth and his wife.

Angela was the next to speak, "No, Bren is the smartest and rational human being I know, hell probably we all know. She would not try suicide, but what she would do is she would run. She would run like there is no tomorrow. We need to find her; I need my best friend back.

That was almost two years ago. Just about, everyone has given up on finding her, besides Angela and him. Although Angela was now busy with Jessica Temperance Montenegro-Hodgins. Moreover, she was busy with baby two on the way, a boy whom they plan to name Brendon Jack Montenegro-Hodgins.


Booth was giving his big break in the case when he and Parker were shopping for something, which he cannot remember what now. They had walked down and isle of books for sale. "Hey it is Dr. Bones, but that is not her name. Who is Katie LaManche, dad?" Parker asked as he tried to sound out the mane in French.

Booth had taken the book out of Parkers hand and there it was, Deja Dead by Katie LaManche, with Bones's picture on the back.

Booth looked at his boy and said, "I don't know Bub, but I am going to find out."

The next day Booth was in his office viewing the file on Katie LaManche, when he called the editor of the publisher company for the book. He found out this LaManche girl could have sent a photo of Bones because the publisher has never met LaManche. The publisher then gave Booth the address where LaManche is having her checks forward too.

That is where we find Booth now. He found Bones in Canada living alone, under the name Katie LaManche.