Booth's story

Hannah's POV

Looking around at the dingy exterior, Hannah double checked the address she had written down on her hand. She didn't see his car in the parking lot, but he told her he needed and wanted to talk to her about something important. And she was never one to pass up an intriguing and mysterious request like that, especially not from her favorite solider.

But this was very unlike him, one of these no-tell motels, it almost made her uneasy. But she had been in worse, more dangerous situations and she was always the curious reporter, so she kept walking until she found the room she was looking for.

Booth's POV

Hearing a knock at the door, he made sure Christine was as far away from the door as possible, with her crayons and princess coloring pad. Moving towards the door, he looked through the peep hole, making sure his visitor was the one he was expecting.

Confirming that it was, he opened the door, grabbed her by the arm pulling her in, and then did a quick visual sweep of the parking lot and up and down the sidewalk to the other rooms.

"Did you notice anyone following you?" he asked when he turned around.

But she was too busy staring at the nearly 3 year old sitting at the table coloring.

"Hannah! Did you see anyone following you?" He asked again, a little more loudly this time.

"So nice to see you too, Seely. Why thank you, I have changed my hair a bit. No I don't mind at all that I'm meeting you at some skanky motel. And by the way, are we meeting here because you have kidnapped a toddler and your agent buddies are looking for you?" she rambled well never taking her eyes off of Christine.

"Yeah, yeah sorry. I just want this whole nightmare over," taking a deep breath; he starts again, "This is my daughter Christine. Bones is her mother."

Hannah gave him a shocked look.

"Yeah, a lot has happened since you and I split, but I don't have time to talk about that right now."

"Daddy, I gotta go pee pee," Christine called for her father's attention.

Booth immediately walked over to his daughter, "Come on princess," he said before kissing her cheek and helping her down from the chair, took her into the bathroom, and set her on the potty, "That's a good girl for telling me you had to go. Now when you are done, you call me again, okay?"

"Yes daddy."

Hannah looked in wonder at the scene as the man whose proposal she had turned down, was being the amazing father she knew him to be, only this time to a daughter.

"Why are we here Seeley?" Hannah finally asked when he came back out alone, presumable to give Christine some time to go.

"I need you to help me kill Bones."

Brennan's story

Brennan watched her rear view mirrors the whole way to the run down, less than glamorous dock off the Chesapeake Bay docks, to make sure she wasn't being followed.

When she parked she waited a few minutes before immediately exiting the vehicle, to make sure no other vehicles pulled in and just waited like she did. She had learned to be cautious when she was put into the foster care system, and began learning self-defense and how to defend herself against attackers and weaponry. But since meeting Booth, her fugitive father coming back into the picture and doing a sometimes extremely dangerous job, she had learned to be a bit more paranoid. Especially after being virtually cyber-stalked.

When she thought a suffice amount of time passed, she walked the distance down the dock to the familiar boat that she almost sailed away on almost 5 years previously.

She smiled when she saw her former lover step out of the cabin onto the deck.

"I never thought I'd get a call from Doctor Temperence Brennan again. Let alone on my ham radio."

"Thank you for meeting me, Sully," Brennan said, attempting to board the boat from the dock.

He quickly moved to assist her onto the rocking vessel. She hugged him, when she was settled enough.

"You look beautiful as ever, Tempe," Sully complimented.

She smiled again, "Thank you."

"Why don't you tell me why you called me on a amateur radio when you know that I have a cell phone you can call me on anytime?" He cocked his eyebrow at her, "I thought Booth was your go to guy?"

"Very well. I have no time for pleasantries anyway," she pauses, "I need you to assist me in dying."

A/N: I wish there was a program that could put what is in my head on paper. I just don't have time to write all that I want.