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Thanks for the input, I'll keep posting pieces as the appear.

Camille Saroyan hung up her work phone feeling like she had just missed something. Now head hancho of an entire wing of the Jeffersonian institution, Cam sat in her plush office and wondered what had prompted Parker to call, out of the blue. He had asked how Michelle was doing in college, insisted that nothing was wrong, asked if she still worked here... kept the conversation completely casual. Then he wished her a nice day and hung up.

Perhaps more then ever the boy reminded her of his father, of Seeley's uncanny ability to direct a conversation.

Not that they had conversations anymore.

She still tried, once or twice a year. She would call and leave a message, or if he picked up they would talk for a minute or two before he wished her well and hung up. As far as knew she was the only one of the old team who still made an effort, but then she was the only one who had known Seeley longer than they had known Brennan.

She had talked to Parker last Christmas, although it had been a few years now since she visited. She and Rebecca had become friends over that strange few months when Booth had simply shown up at Rebecca's new house and refused to leave.

The whole thing had been surreal. Brennan had been gone for most of the Previous month and a half; first traveling to touch base with various collaborators in the academic world, then back for only a few days before leaving on an important international dig for another several weeks.

During Brennan's absence Booth had been around the lab occasionally, as the FBI still considered him the "official unofficial" liaison to the Jeffersonian. Cam had had dinner or lunch with him a few times, on one occasion even leaving Parker with Michelle while they both went out with some mutual friends who were in town. While at one time she would have been happy to resume their physical relationship, by then she was almost more entertained by the big man's restlessness.

Camille would have bet good money that something had happened between Brennan and Booth in the few days she had been back, but what she really did not know. He never said anything, then or in the years since, and Cam had never pressed, but that energy he always held just beneath the surface had remained at a slow boil for those weeks.

Angela had speculated endlessly about a passionate encounter, tisking that Brennan would keep such a thing from her. Cam thought that was possible, but also believed it could have been an argument, if it was bad enough to threaten the partnership. When she had spoken to Brennan on the phone she had been her usual blunt, businesslike self. Any emotional upset Cam thought she herd could have been her own imagination, but Cam knew that the woman did care for Booth no matter what had passed between them, so maybe she had been upset.

Hodgins had declined to speculate, and Sweets had claimed that whatever he knew was confidential, while looking confused and slightly hurt.

Then, after weeks of a building storm, the thunder began to roll.

Brennan was due back late Friday night. Wednesday night Booth called Cam to cancel lunch the next day because Rebecca had just been given an offer she couldn't refuse on a job in Massachusetts, but would need to start in a week. Rebecca's current man had had just moved in with her and was willing to jump states to stay with her, so Booth had Just three more days before he became an absentee father.

The next morning Cam got word from one of the agents who worked with Booth that the convoy bringing Brennan to the airstrip to come home had been waylaid somehow, and Dr. Brennan's whereabouts were currently unknown, and could she maybe pass this info on to Booth? She had refused, of course, but it had led to a reportedly violent outburst at the Hoover Building. Booth had apparently gotten that message fairly promptly, but had not gotten the following message until hours later. The whole thing had been a miscommunication about scheduling; Brennan had gotten to her flight without incident.

Camille did not see Booth again that week, but apparently he had picked Brennan up at the airport as usual, and brought her by the lab before presumably going home. The security tapes showed them at the lab in the first hours of Saturday morning, bickering tiredly and too close together as Booth followed Brennan around checking on her domain.

On Monday morning the team had joked about it, laughing at Brennan's uncharacteristic absence. No one thought much about the pile up on the express way until Tuesday, when Angela was the first to worry.

Reviews, good or bad or just comments, always appriciated.

This was originaly intended to just be my take on the good by letter Brennan wrote, the rest is a bit odd, and I'm not sure where it is coming from. It still has quite a way to go, but I am not used to writing.