Chapter 3:
Booth stared off into space waiting for Tim Sullivan to arrive at the Jeffersonian. He always felt closer to Brennan in her office. He felt her presence more in the Jeffersonian more than anywhere else, maybe it was because she loved that place more than anywhere else. He watched as Parker poured over his math homework, he was learning addition and subtraction. His little boy was growing up so fast.
"Daddy?" Parker spoke up, putting down his pencil.
"Yeah Bub." He sat on the couch with him.
"I miss Bones." He confessed. "You are going to find her right?"
"I will keep looking for her." He confirmed to his son. Parker and Brennan had only spent a little time together, but the young child had grown quite an attachment to her.
"If anyone can do it, it's you Dad. You are a hero."
Booth regarded his son. Parker's world had been shaken in the year, with his mother running off with the most current of boyfriends and Bones disappearing, the child had proven to be stronger and more resilent then Booth had thought. He must have inherited more from him that what Rebecca wanted to admit. "Thanks Parks. Rosa will be here soon to take you to karate, and I will be home later on tonight."
"Okay Daddy." Parker picked up his pencil and went back to work. With the craziness of his life, Parker had been his one constant, his reason for getting out of bed, other than of course trying to bring Bones home.
Booth went to staring out Brennan's window, staring at the garden beneath them. It was the garden which his Bones had demanded full cooperation, the place where their working relationship had been forged.
"Booth . . ." Sully's voice resonated in through the doorway. Rosa was standing right behind him, ready to pick Parker up. Parker started packing his bag.
"Bye Daddy."
"Bye Parker." He told him, giving him a big hug. "I'll see you tonight." Booth turned to address Rosa, "I'll be home around 8:00."
"Yes Mr. Booth. I'll have a dinner plate waiting for you in the oven." She took the small boy's hand in hers and led him out the door.
"Thank you Rosa." He turned toward Sully and motioned for him to sit down.
"You look like crap." Sully mentioned as he took in his friends appearance. Sully had heard about Brennan's disappearance, he had called and said the moment they needed him to call.
"Well, the past half a year hasn't been exactly easy with Bone's abduction and Parker moving in."
"I'm working on the profile now based on the evidence. The perp would most likely be a quiet guy, probably somebody that no one would notice. He doesn't live a flashy life. A wage slave, probably finished high school and some college." Sully got finished explaining. "That is as far as I have gotten so far. Chances are Booth is that he has done this before, and probably has an accomplice."
"I have the face for the bastard." Angela informed him as she walked through the door. "I ran him through all the data bases, no hit yet. He was not a hotel worker or on the wait staff."
Booth looked at her, "How do you know that?"
"No uniform, and it is none of our guests." Angela told him. They had opted for a small wedding of about fifty people, so they knew everyone there. "What now?"
"We get the bastard's face on national tv. Someone is bound to know who he is." Sully replied. He took the sketch and the photo from her. "I'll also send this to all of the police stations. Booth, this is the first solid lead in months. We are closer to finding her."
"From your lips to God's ears." Booth stood up, clapping Sully on the shoulder. "I'll finish up here tonight."
"I'll schedule a press conference so we can get his face on national television tonight, and have it replayed tomorrow." Sully told him.
"Thanks Sully."
"Booth, we will bring justice to her." Sully affirmed.
"I just hope it is in time."
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Andrew Miller watched his prisoner on the surveillance monitor. It had been a good investment considering he had to wall her up to break her strong will. He watched as she paced around the room, she was cradling her stomach, humming the tune of the church bells that was about two blocks away. How dare she, not being religious humming a religious tune!
Brennan paced, the shackles only preventing her to go so far. She looked at the supplies that she had left. She mentally calculated she only had enough food to last a month. Brennan knew that she hadn't gained enough weight and worried about the implications of not having proper care.
"You know Connor," She said addressing her stomach, "I never wanted children, but now all I want is to see you safe and happy, and back in your daddy's arms."
She let exhaustion over take her as she sat back down on her cot, pulling the oversized man's shirt tighter. Tears started pouring out of her eyes, the ones she kept at bay for months. She didn't know how much longer she could fight, and if it came to giving birth in this hell or sacrificing herself to keep her child from suffering, she knew what she had to do.
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Booth tucked his son in bed. "I love you Parker." He kissed his son on the forehead, knowing that one day his son would no longer allow these moments to happen.
"I love you too Daddy."
Booth stood from his son's bed and switched on the Spiderman nightlight. He turned to close the door when he heard the sound of Parker praying.
"Hi God, it's me Parker Booth. Please bless everyone in my family and keep Daddy safe from harm. Help him find Bones so he won't be so sad anymore. Amen."
Booth shut the door quietly, and turned to go to the living room to watch Cullen's press conference. He prayed that this would bring him closer to bringing Bones home.
AN: I like Parker. I had to bring him into the story somehow. I like Rebecca as well, but she just doesn't fit into what I envison the story to become. More flashbacks in the next chapter, the killer/captures may or may not be caught. Cases to come. Excitement to ensue.