She was in the bathroom looking in the mirror when her reflection began to change. The mirror darkened and all of a sudden she was staring at McVickor. Without warning he jumped out of the mirror at her with a tire iron. Just as he brought it down to her head …Brennan woke up in a cold sweat, her own scream still ringing in her ears. Relax, Temperance it was just a dream. She took a few ragged breaths to calm her nerves. She rolled over to look at the clock. 2 am, great. Getting out of bed, she headed into her kitchen to make a cup of coffee; there would be no more sleep for her tonight.

Brennan walked into the Jeffersonian lab at 4:45 am on the dot and as she expected, there was no one there. The emptiness didn't bother her; in fact, she found it kind of soothing. She dropped her purse in her office and grabbed her lab coat as she headed to Limbo. At least I can give these people an identity, she laughed at the irony of the situation. Here she was, figuring out who these people were that have been dead hundreds of years, and she can't even figure out her name.

As soon as she walked into Limbo, Brennan realized that she had made a HUGE mistake. The place that was supposed to bring her some solace was only making her feel even worse. The last person she had identified there, was Christine Brenn – Keenan, she corrected herself. Speaking out loud, to herself and to the empty room, "I am not sure anymore." And with that, she closed the door and walked back to her office, at least she could work on her book.

Brennan had been working on her computer for about 2 hours, but had made almost no progress. The quite from the lab, at first very comforting, was now beginning to consume her, was this all she is? A scientist in a lab doing research? Just like hundreds of other people? Alone? A voice pulled her out of her thought, and she continued to stare at the screen. Maybe, if she looked busy he would just go away, she didn't have the energy to try to hide this from him right now.

"Hey, Bones!" Booth said from her door way. When she didn't respond, he continued.

"You're here early."

"Yeah, well, so are you. We have a case" Booth replied with his boundless, excited energy.

She sighed, "Okay Booth, I just have to save this chapter, and I will meet you at the car. Can you let Cam know that we are leaving?" She still hadn't turned around.

"Um…okay Bones. Meet you at the car in a few" He responded, feeling something was off. We have a fairly long drive ahead of us, plenty of time to talk to her and figure out what was going on, he thought to himself as he walked off to find Cam.

***

Booth had already been sitting in the car for 5 minutes when Brennan finally walked through the doors. He watched her as she walked to the car. She was walking hurriedly, eyes to the ground – only glancing up briefly to locate Booth's SUV. She could feel his worried gaze on her. Great, she thought, I have been with him not even 5 minutes this morning and he can already tell that there is something wrong.

Brennan took a deep breath and attempted to school her features in a convincing way before opening the door. "You ready, Bones?" Booth asked, full charm smile in effect.

"Yep," She responded in her brightest voice, still avoiding eye-contact. Ugh, that voice didn't even convince me. "What have we got?"

"They didn't give me much info. Just that some girl who was kidnapped was found dead in Norfolk, Virginia".

After they had been driving for about 30 minutes, she fell asleep against the window. When Booth, who had been giving her sideways glances the entire trip, noticed he turned the radio down so it wouldn't wake her. She looks exhausted, he thought to himself.

About an hour later Brennan became restless. She was thrashing around and began to mumble incoherently. "Stop!...please, don't!...killed….no, no! MOM!"

Booth was trying to wake her, worry-lines creasing his face. "Bones!...Bones!...TEMPERANCE!"

At the sound of her name she awoke with a start, "Booth?!"

"Whoa whoa, easy, Bones, it is okay, it was only a dream" he tried to sooth her. She remained quiet. "You okay?"

"Of course, Booth," She snapped, but did not meet his eyes, "It would be completely irrational to fear a "vision" caused by random firings of neurons in the brain."

"Right, Bones."

After a few minutes of silence Booth commented, "You know, Bones, it is okay to be scared of things you see, even if they are just caused by the random firing of morons in the brain."

"Neurons, Booth," She smiled to herself at his mistake.

"Yeah, well, whatever. Just know that it is okay. Do you want to talk about it?" He asked caringly.

"No" She said simply, still staring out the window. "How long until we get there?"

"About two more hours, you can go back to sleep." Right, she thought to herself sarcastically.

She could feel him watching her as she started out the window trying very hard not to cry. She was so tired, and if she had to admit it, the unrelenting nightmares since she first found her mother's remains were really starting to get to her. After a few minutes she felt Booths hand slip into hers. She held on tightly.