A/N: I came up with his idea one Sunday morning, during church of all places… (NOT that I call it church, to me it's a kingdom hall, but not everyone would understand that) I have NO idea how long it's going to be, or where I'm going with it. Only that I know who the first person that calls is going to be… read on to find out… and most, importantly enjoy :)

In their separate corners of the earth, both Booth and Brennan have fallen on hard-times, needing, aching and missing each other… who will be first to make contact?

In Indonesia…

Stalking out of the tent, Brennan made her way back to her own place, a rented hut, near the site on the Maluku Islands. Emotions unwanted, consumed her as she pushed open the door and dumped the bag on the bed. She began pacing the room, occasionally running her hand through her hair.

Something was VERY wrong. For the first time in her life, Brennan felt torn, between the remains of a Skelton and her own emotions. This was more than just a pile of bones.

Brennan had just spoken to the researcher in charge of the dig; they'd had a lengthy conversation about what life had been like for the three-year old before her life had been stolen, how abused she had been at the time of death, what kind of parents that had been bestowed upon her. Brennan felt physically ill, at the mere thought of that child's minute few years in the world. She was reminded of her own childhood, and the fate she had suffered at the hands of her foster family.

"Dr. Brennan, could I speak to you a moment," a young Anthropologist asked. Sarah was her name, she was an Australian. She had spent a lot of time watching Brennan and following the same trails and routes that she had taken, hoping to learn something significant.

Brennan had grown tolerant of her. She was shy and quite, and spoke only when necessary, and unlike Daisy she was not full of energy and constantly in her way. She remained at a fair distance, giving Brennan breathing room. She respected that.

Brennan stopped pacing and looked up at the girl.

"Are you alright?" Sarah asked seeing the discontent on her face.

"Yes, Sarah. What do you need?"

"I was wondering if it would be okay, if I interviewed you for an assignment, I admire your work and I just… if it's too much trouble, I understand."

Brennan nodded vaguely, her thoughts still on the child with an abused past.

It was moments like these that Brennan missed Booth, ached to talk to him about her discoveries, wanting… no, needing to feel his arms around her. Her phone conversations with Angela helped some, she was enjoying her exploration of Paris thoroughly, and Brennan told her tales of the new discoveries she had uncovered. But this new discovery of a child; had left Brennan wanting to share the news only with Booth, as if she longed for it to be a secret shared only between the two.

It had been four months, 125 days to be exact, since Brennan had left Booth at the airport. There had been no promises of staying in touch, but oh, how she wished there had been. Over the last 16 weeks she had missed him in ways that she didn't even perceive. Since they had no arrangements, she suspected he wanted time alone his schedule of training, no less must have been profoundly heavy.

She shook the thought from her mind.

"Yes, Sarah," she answered the girl. "I don't mind if you interview me."

The girl smiled sweetly, making no move to jump up and down on the spot, as Daisy might have done.

Meanwhile, in Afghanistan…

"BOOOOOOONES!" he roared in panic.

Booth sat up in his swag, beads of perspiration making its way down his forehead. He wiped it with the back of his hand, as he attempted to catch his breath. Another nightmare. This was getting slightly ridiculous. His heart thudded wildly against the wall of his chest as he tried to set his heart rate back to regular. Long deep breaths, like pops had taught him as a kid.

Eventually, his heart stopped pounding and he lay his head back down on the pillow.

For four months, his mind had been active with nightmares. Since the moment he stepped into this country. Lately, they had been the same recurring horrors, night after night. Bones had been coming to see him, missing him like he had missed her, and before he could reach her, he watches as one of his trained army men step into view, a loaded gun in their arms, and he stares on in horror as her eyes met his own. The sound of fireworks explode, and Bones' face expression changes to shock horror, she begins to fall and he runs, hard and fast towards her. He bends down and cradles her in his arms. His lips to her forehead. "I gotta baby…" he whispers. "Don't leave me… I gotcha. I'm here… Bones, I'm here."

Its nights like these that he wishes he could call her. He contemplates it, more and more each night, until it becomes a struggle not to at least try. But he knows that she's busy, he understands her need for her own space and time, away from him. He relents, and leaves the phone untouched.

Next chapter comes when I get reviews saying ppl like my work… :)