Hope you're liking the story. I noticed that I didn't have alot of of Brennan's POV or her thoughts so I added more (: Enjoy. And thank you for the advice Dani, you were right. Oh and if you like the story Review please. It makes me smile. Really it does, so review.

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Chapter four

Bones picked up her bag of things and called a cab to the Jeffersonian. She rushed into the lab to find everyone waiting for her.

"Dr.B we have some bad news." Hodgins started to tell her. She just stood waiting. He decided to continue. "The knife we found in your door, It was issued to Booth when he served with the rangers."

Bones just stood there looking for an explanation. Booth would never do that, Ever. If she could be sure about anything, it would be Booth. He never disappointed her. She was a woman of science but something was telling her, Booth would say it was her gut, that he couldn't have done it. And she was going to prove it.

"Sweetie?" Angela called out, trying to get her attention. "Brennan."

"Sorry Angela. Im just-thinking."

"What I don't understand is why the FBI arrested Booth." Cam told wondered aloud.

"Well the knife was his. Why wouldn't they?" Hodgins interjected.

"Even so, why would they arrest Booth when we only had that one piece of evidence tieing him to the murder. For all we know, he could have been framed."

"That's true." Angela added in a hopeful tone.

"That is unusual. But hey cops are always following their gut, maybe thats what they're doing. Jumping to conclusions."

"Thats a bit of a stretch though. Don't you think?"

"Maybe there is something bigger going on here." Hodgins implied.

"I'm not sure but lets double check the knife and look and see if there are any anomalies that we're overlooking. Maybe we'll find something were missing."

"Okay you heard her people lets go." Cam projected. "I'm going to call the FBI team, get them to search Booth's apartment, maybe they'll find something we'll be able to use to prove Booth innocent."

"Its going to be Okay Brennan." Angela reassured her. Bones just nodded and walked into her office, trying to think of anyone who could have possibly framed Booth, but that was more of his forte then hers. Especially since she had no facts or evidence to go with.

After going back and studying the knife Hodgins discovered something that along with the FBI squints search results, would prove Booth innocent. Upon finding out the good news Angela burst into Brennan's office and slammed some papers on her desk looking extremely satisfied.

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Booth was in the interrogation room and had refused Caroline's help, insisting he was innocent and didn't need her.

"Agent Booth, lets cut to the chase. Did you kill Agent Tim Sullivan and Agent Andrew Hacker of the FBI?" Jason Coster asked Booth.

"No I didn't." he replied surely.

"I don't see reason that you didn't."

"How about no evidence." Booth countered.

"You had motive. Agent Hacker and Agent Sullivan had something you didn't."

"Which is what? better pay." Booth laughed.

"Your shrink, Dr. Sweets informed me that after your coma you had come to him about certain things you were feeling after your surgery." Agent Coster persisted ignoring his sarcastic comment.

"You discussed the dream you had while comatosed. Correct?" Booth was just beginning to understand where he was headed.

Agent Coster just smiled and Booth nodded.

"You told Dr. Sweets you felt you were in love with your partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan."

"I see where your going with this."

"Answer the question please."

"I don't see how this has to do with anything." Booth replied harshly getting angrier by the second.

"Oh but it does Agent Booth. You see I think when you woke up from the coma that you were very disappointed."

"Disappointed? You're right. If you read the file you'll know exactly what I was disappointed about. Clothes." Booth told him lightening up as he thought of a good defense to Agent Coster's assumption. He had no right to get into his personal feelings about his partner or anyone else. He wasn't going to let him. whatever went on between Him and Bones was theirs, no one elses.

"No, I think its more deep rooted then that. I think you were upset to find out that Dr. Brennan was not your wife nor was she carrying your child. So in a jealous rage you killed Agent Hacker and Agent Sullivan for being close to her then you ever had been." He told him calm and smug. He knew any minute he'd get Booth to snap, he just had to say the right thing.

"I would never do that!" Booth yelled into Coster's face. Adrenaline and anger was coarsing through his veins but Booth kept his self control, he knew the calmer he was the sooner he'd get back to her. Just as he was about to sit down Coster could see he wasn't going to lose it so he balled up his fist and took a swing, barely moving Booth an inch. He knew if anything would enrage him, it'd be that. About to fight back, Booth was taken away by two agents who swooped to Coster's rescue. "Your damn lucky I didn't let him go." one of them told the agent as they escorted Booth out. Agent Coster was taken off Booth's case and stormed out of the Hoover building on a rampage. He had somewhere to be anyway, play time was over. Minutes later the FBI received a call from the Jeffersonian.

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"What is it?" Bones asked Angela as she watched her jump with excitement.

"It's not Booths knife!" she told her best friend with a huge smile plastered on her face. That's when Hodgins walked in to explain.

"The knife we have was used to kill Hacker and Sullivan but it was just made." Hodgins smiled. Brennan was relieved and awaited the rest of the explanation.

"The handle on this knife that was just introduced last year. Booth's knife had a different handle from a few years back when he was issued it. They may look the same but the handles are both made of different wood, which means someone bought or took the murder weapon before it was counted in inventory. They then had the knife engraved with the same serial number on Booth's knife, which would make it appear to be Booth's knife." Hodgins said chuckling.

"And its not." Angela added smiling.

"Not only that but those FBI agents found Booth's actual knife at his house proving this to be a fake."

"Well great, ill call the precinct now." told them as she rushed to her office phone and dialed the number.

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Cullen had just got off the phone with Dr. Brennan informing him of Agent Booth's innocence. He'd known all along he'd just had to wait for confirmation before he let him loose. He walked into the interrogation room to find Booth being questioned further.

"You're clear, now get outta here." he told a taken aback Booth.

"I am?" he asked relieved.

"You have your squints to thank for that. Oh and don't worry about Coster, im planning on giving him a week suspension with no pay for that jackass move."

"Alright thanks Boss." he told him before he bolted for the lab.

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She wanted to convey how happy and grateful she was to all of them but she couldn't seem to gather the right words. Docterites and numerous published books and Dr. Temperance Brennan was at a lost for words. Very Rare.

"Thank you..I.. Thank you." she repeated.

"Its no problem Dr.B" and "Glad to help."

Were their replies. Bones, eager to see Booth, headed to his apartment while the rest of the team hung back to enjoy a self made drink.

Bones couldn't help but notice that every fiber of her being had ached to see him, to touch him, to make sure he was okay. She had missed talking with him and laughing at his jokes, watching him smile. These thoughts conjured up similar ones she'd had earlier that day. How she had concluded that her feelings ran deeper then physical attraction for Booth. It was just then and there she was finally starting to see what had been there all along.

She had remembered having dinner with Booth, Jared, and Padme. The night she'd admitted to believing in love.

"When Booth and I first met, I didn't believe that such a thing as love existed. I maintained that it was simply brain chemistry, but perhaps Booth is correct. Perhaps love comes first and creates the reaction. I have no tangible proof, but I'm willing to accept Booth's premise."

Is that what she was feeling? This constant emotion that seemed to take over her entire core when he was around. How she couldn't bear the thought of him leaving or ceasing to exist? Why she had trusted her gut over her scientific mind when it came to him? Everything was finally coming together. But she couldn't be in love with Booth. It was completely unproffesional, he was her partner and best friend and they'd croosed the line earlier. But she couldn't help it. She wanted him around for the rest of her life. And for a moment she was ecstatic. Then she realized something that had kept her from these emotions for so long. The fear of rejection and lost. Angela's psychic had been right about a few things.

"The riddle you can't solve is how ... somebody could love you."

"Well I'm, beautiful and very intelligent."

"The answer to the question that you're afraid to say out loud is ... yes. He knows the truth of you, and he is dazzled by that truth."

She'd never admit it but Avalon was right about the riddle she couldn't solve. That was something she'd never understand.

But the thing that Brennan really couldn't wrap her finger around, was the possibility that Booth was dazzled by the truth. Could he love her? Could he accept her lack of social skills and tendency to correct every belief he had. Both her and Booth told each other they'd never keep secrets. If Booth loved her, wouldnt she know? But thinking back, she knew when she admitted to believing in love she was thinking of Booth. She'd never told Booth that. Not only thst but tonight, she knew she'd felt something between them. But she couldn't be sure the feelings were mutual, which scared her. So could he love her? Bones didn't know but she was going to find out. She knocked on his door but there was no answer. She figured he must be on his way so she took the spare key from behind the rock and planned to wait for him. But when she heard someone coming up behind her she ,without thinking, figured it was Booth. But as she turned she realized it wasn't. She brought her fist back but he was too fast, everything went black before she could utter a word.

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"Bones. Bones?" Booth called out as he jumped off the stairs of her apartment and to her door. He knocked softly.

"Bones?" Maybe she went to his place. He drove to his apartment, excited to see her again. To see his Bones. Even that short time apart had killed him, metaphorically she would remind him. He could just imagine what she'd say. He laughed internally. Booth ascended his stairs and almost ran to the door. At first he didn't notice it while he was fumbling with his keys but when he did he almost lost it. A small puddle of blood directly infront of the small rock he left beside his door. Right next to it was Brennan's cell phone and the contents of her purse scattered around it. He ran past it into his apartment and looked for her frantically.

"Bones? Bones?" he yelled. "Oh god."

Okay think like Bones he thought, dont just assume its her blood. It might not be, he tryed to convince himself. Maybe it was her attackers blood. Bones always got a good shot in before she was kidnapped or attacked. But the longer he looked at it the more convinced he became. He tried to determine whether the amount of blood was fatal but he usually asked Bones about that stuff.

Booth whipped out his cell phone and called Cullen to let him know what happened.

"We'll have a squad there in 5," he reassured Booth.

Not enough, Booth thought to himself.

"Thank you sir."

As soon as he was off the phone with him he dialed Cam's number.

"Cam." she said into her phone.

"Hey please keep everyone at the lab." he said urgently. As he slammed his foot onto the gas.

"Why? Booth it's really late," she complained. Everyone had stayed and had a drink after concluding Booth's innocence, so they were ready to go home and continue with the case tomorrow.

"Just please, keep everyone there." he practically screamed into the receiver.

"Booth what's going on?!" she yelled back a sudden sense of awareness falling over her. The only time Booth got this worked up was when someone very close to him was missing or hurt. And Cam had a pretty good guess of who that person was.

"I'll explain when I get there, just do what I said." he told her before he threw his phone into the passenger side seat. Why was this happening? He needed to find her. When he caught whoever did this, they were going to have hell to pay.