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It's been three days since Brennan left D.C to go back to the Indonesian jungle to finish her contract. When Caroline called her back to D.C along with the rest of the team to help Cam save her job, she had already decided on staying. It definitely wasn't her intention to go back. That was a last minute decision. She could have gone somewhere else, but Maluku was the only place she could think of for a getaway. It's perfect; there's no contact with the outside world, and best of all, she doesn't have to feel the abandonment that she had felt back home.

"Dr. Brennan," an anthropology student from London called for her. She looked up from the ground. "Yes, Mr. Hauton?"she asked.

"They need you at the main tent. There's a call waiting for you," he said as he nervously played with the hem of his shirt. It was a known fact amongst everyone at the dig that Brennan tends to overreact when interrupted while working, and he didn't want to be the person that she lashes out on.

"Thank you, Mr. Hauton. If you don't mind, please continue what I've been doing here until I get back," she said as she got up on her feet. So much for not having any contact with the outside world, she thought to herself as she tried to get the dirt off of her cargo pants. When she realized that she wasn't going to get any of them off, she started to head towards the main tent where they have all of their satellite connection.

As she was making her way to the tent, she watched as the other anthropologists look for the same thing that they have been looking for since the dig started. She watched them intently, and she saw how tired they all were as they continued their search. The excitement that had been present in the beginning is gone; instead, they have all become desperate. It's only a matter of time. Soon, they're all going to lose hope and give up. Brennan knows that they might not find anything at all. She had known that after the first seven long months she spent digging, but she keeps searching just so she could get away.

Brennan approached the tent slowly, afraid of what's waiting for her inside. She could hear her heart pounding against her ears, and she suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe. She wanted to turn around and go back to her work site, but she opened the tent's flap with her right hand and entered.

"Ah, Dr. Brennan, there's a call waiting for you," the man in charge of the camp's satellite connection told Brennan as he saw her enter the tent.

"Yes, I know, Mr. Hauton have already informed me," she said as she looked around her. There were other anthropologists in the tent working on their reports about their findings, which is absolutely nothing..

"Good, right this way then," the man guided her towards an empty chair with the satellite phone on top of the table. He gave her a nod before leaving her alone.

She took a deep breath before bringing the phone to her ear. "H-Hello?"

"Cherie, what the hell are you doing back at the jungle? I thought that you and Booth decided not to leave anymore," Caroline asked through the phone. Brennan doesn't need to be next to her to note the annoyance in the prosecutor's voice.

"Caroline?" she asked. She wasn't expecting a call from her. From Booth and the rest of the team, maybe, but not Caroline unless something is wrong. "Is everything all right?"

"Uh-huh, now tell me, what are you doing back there?" Caroline asked.

Brennan didn't answer the question. Instead, she asked her own. "Didn't you read the note?" she heard someone else in the background, but she didn't think anything of it.

"You mean the note that Booth found on your office door?" Caroline asked in disbelief, and Brennan had a feeling that she was shaking her head as if to show her disappointment.

"Yes," she said as a matter-of-factly. There was an awkward pause when all of a sudden she heard him. "Can you move over, Caroline?"

Brennan sat frozen on her chair. She found it hard to breathe, and her hands were perspiring profusely. She doesn't know why she's feeling that way, though it seems to her that every time she hears his voice or every time that she's near him, she finds herself nervous. "Booth?" she asked, barely a whisper.

"Yeah Bones, who else?" he said angrily before pausing. "What the hell are you doing back there?" he asked a little calmly.

"Didn't you read my note?" she asked the same question that she asked Caroline five minutes earlier.

"Yeah, I did, but I thought you said that you weren't going to go back?" he asked.

"Yes, I did, but I changed my mind. The last case that we worked on...it just got to me," she lied knowing that if he were sitting across from her, he'd know that she was lying. There was a short pause, and Brennan sat there waiting for him to say something without caring about the constricting feeling on her chest.

This is ridiculous, why do I feel this way, she asked herself.

"Did you even think about how I-the team might feel about you disappearing just like that? Why didn't you tell us in person?" he asked.

"I was going to tell everyone at the Founding Fathers after we wrapped up the case, but you all had plans," she lied once again.

"What about when you locked yourself up in your office? I was knocking on your office door, but you wouldn't let me in," he said, and she could tell that the anger from earlier was back.

She took a deep breath before answering him. "I had a little too much to drink the night before. I wasn't feeling very well that day."

"Why in the world would you go drinking by yourself? Someone could have taken advantage of you. You could have gotten hurt. You know for a genius like you, you act like an idiot," he said angrily, and it was enough for her to snap at him.

"We always have drinks after wrapping up a case, so excuse me for wanting to continue the tradition! I already know that what I did was stupid; I don't need you to tell me that, and just so you know, I'm quite capable of taking care of myself! So if you'll excuse me, I have some digging to do!" she said-more like shouted through the phone. She could feel the tears in her eyes, but she wiped them away before they could fall.

She got up from where she was seated angrily, and stormed out of the tent. She started to head back to her work site. She knows that his concern means that he was just being a good friend, but she couldn't help herself. The anger was bubbling inside her. He doesn't have the right to be angry with me, especially after what he had put me through.

As she continued to walk back to her work site, her mind was somewhere else. She was looking straight ahead of her without looking at where she was going. It was too late when she realized that she was walking straight into a deep hole that had been dug up by one of her colleagues. She landed feet first at the bottom of the hole, and she heard a loud snap. She tried to get up, but the intense pain on her left leg prevented her from doing so.

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