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Chapter 1

Two Weeks Later

"Any messages today, Angela?" Special Agent Seeley Booth shouted across the Jeffersonian Lab. He was praying for a different response than the ones he had gotten for the last fourteen days.

"No." Short, biting. The answer left Angela's lips with the same force just like every other time he asked her. Such a painful word to hear. "I know you're worried and anxious for her to get back, but all of us are." Angela sighed.

"Angela, you feel it, too. Something's off and it has to do with her." Booth paced across her office impatiently. "Why wouldn't she call? Check up on the lab?" Booth shouted, desperate for a way to release his frustration.

"Calm down, Booth. You know how she gets when she writes. I'm sure she's fine. She'll be home today." Angela smiled at Booth's antics. He was so obviously in love with Brennan, and didn't even know it.

"I can't, Angela, I can't. I just feel like something bad is going to happen." His frantic voice almost broke. Before Booth could continue, his cell went off.

"Booth."

There was a short pause as Booth nodded to the speaker.

"Where? The mountains?"

Another short silence.

"Okay. I'll be there in an hour." He snapped his cell shut and sucked in a quick breath.

"Is it a case?" Angela prodded delicately.

"Yeah. I'm going to have to take Zach; could you tell Bones where I went as soon as she gets here?" Booth pushed down his frantic fear, his obsessive worry, down and pulled up a calm exterior. He wished that Bones was their so he didn't have to take Zach in her place.

"As soon as she walks in the door." Angela verified as Booth strode out of her office.

Sweetie, when will you see how luck you are to have such a handsome, strong guy like Booth? He loves you so much. Angela thought as the worry began to engulf her heart again She hoped that working on a case would take her mind of things.

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He couldn't stand it anymore. Having Zach sitting in her spot was killing him. He couldn't wait until she was home and working with him again. Booth was almost glad when they pulled up to the crime scene. Almost. It was going to painful again as soon as he viewed the body.

"Alright, Zach. You do your thing and I'll do mine." Booth bluntly stated as he parked the car.

"Booth?" Zack hesitantly questioned.

"Yeah?"

He faltered under Booth's stony gaze. "I … uh… Where are the remains?"

"We'll know soon."

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Can't see anything. Where am I? Help me. Too tired to move. Must get back. Can you hear me? Booth! BOOTH

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As he surveyed the crime scene, he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that he was being watched. Booth's sniper senses were screaming warning, the air seemed too heavy. He might as well be breathing water.

It might just be the gruesome landscape that lay before him. The bones were badly beaten before the victim, a "female, between in her early to mid thirties" as Zach had declared, was disposed of. What remained of that poor woman were patches of flesh, holding most of her bones together.

Her bones were left suddenly, as if the killer was about to be caught. Booth could tell by the position of the bones. Her arms were behind her, wrists tied, her skull covered by a bandanna, and she was kneeling with the front of her skull resting on a huge oak tree. From her position, Booth suspected that she was tortured.

BOOTH!

He spun as his name was called. It was an otherworldly echo, haunting and forlorn. Booth's hidden panic began to bubble to the surface. He could have sworn someone called him, but no one seemed to hear the soul wrenching cry.

"Booth? What's wrong?"

Jumping at his name, Booth spun to come face to face with Zach. He let out his breath.

"Jeez, Zach." Booth sighed. "Nothing. The bones?"

"They're being shipped to the Jeffersonian now."

"Let's go."

And as Booth left the scene to go to his car, he turned to search for the voice one more time. No body was there. Not even the slightest evidence of what was just laying there. Bones.

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