Sorry, i know its been a while since updates but i was writing my other story - What they never said - and got kind of caught up.

Thanks everyone who reviewed last chapter.

Hopefully I'm not making this boring. These past chapters i understand have been but they're important. I promise you the next few chapters will be more exciting.

Please review or give ideas when you've finished reading.

Oh, adn to let you know, this story is set AROUND season two - when i say that i mean the squints include Zack, Cam, Angela, Hodgins - no sweets or substitutes


Bones, as he had expected, was furious.

As was the FBI.

After accomplishing his mission with Phil, he went back to his office. He knew he would be in hell the next day.

He was right.

Never has Bones been in his office so many times in the course of a few days. Especially angry.

Now she officially made it a record.

She didn't knock. She didn't call out. She walked straight in, up to the desk, and slapped Booth again. He knew she would be angry, but slapping him? She didn't do that too often.

Booth looked at her. Her face was scrunched in anger.

Her eyes.

Loathing.

He had never seen her like this before. No matter what he had done.

"I gave you chances, Booth. You promised me you'd leave us alone. You promised that you wouldn't do anything. I trusted you, Booth! And now, I don't know."

That hurt. Booth stared at her in shock. But she wasn't finished.

"I know I may be overreacting, but if you touch Phil again, I will report you to the FBI."

"What are you talking about? When did I touch him?"

"You think I'm stupid, Booth? I have a high IQ, a lot higher then yours. You think that when I see Phil walk in the door with a black eye and a broken nose, did you even think that I would suspect anyone else? I knew it was you, Booth. I don't know why, and I don't care. Just stay out of it."

"I'm not admitting to anything. But I'm trying to protect you, Bones. This guy, he's an enemy. He's trying to kill you. He told me before I beat him up."

"Ah – hah, so you admitted it."

"That's not the point. I know what I'm doing, Bones. Would you rather this guy beaten up or you dead?"

Bones was silent, thinking. But she didn't think for long.

"Just....stay away from him. And me."

Bones walked out the door. Booth's heart nearly broke right there. All he was trying to do was protect her, and she was pushing him away. How did she expect him to stay away from her?

But somehow he had to. No matter how unfair it was, she would be even more angry if he interfered.

He would make her see.

For once, he was certain to be right, and that no matter what Bones would try to do or deny, he would come out on top.

All he had to do was find evidence.

That was the one thing Bones could not deny.

*

He drove straight to the Jeffersonian. The squints were there, pouring over information about the current case. They were stuck, and couldn't find any evidence that fit in with the most possible theories. They looked up as Booth entered. They hadn't seen him in awhile as Phil was assigned to the case, and were pleased to see him. He didn't return any of their greetings.

"Ok, I assume you squints know about Phil. But Bones probably hasn't told you what I found. I read the file, and Bones is in danger. He's planning to kill her, but she doesn't believe me, because she read the file, and saw that somehow it was in my handwriting."

They gave him sceptical looks. Especially Angela.

"What? No! I did not write it! This guy is a sneak! Now, I need the evidence to prove it!"

Hodgins had a mixed expression of a dubious and excited look.

"Ok, so what your saying is that this guy Dr B is hooking up with a possible murderer and you want us to help you find evidence so she'll listen to you?"

"Exactly. Listen to the bug and slime guy."

Hodgins rolled his eyes. "So we're talking conspiracy?"

"Yes, you can call it that."

"Awesome!"

"I don't care how awesome it is, just find SOMETHING that Phil is trying to kill Bones!"

"Such as what?" Angela interjected. "All we've got to go on is a piece of paper and your word. What are we meant to do?"

"I don't know! You guys usually do this stuff."

"No, Booth", Angela said sadly. "It's usually you and Bren. This is her specialty and she tells us all what to do."

"Imagine she's here. What would she say?"
"She would tell us to examine all the evidence, and if there is none look for theories then find evidence if they work", Zack interjected in his monotone voice that happened whenever he was talking about information.

Booth made a gesture in his hands of 'get going'. The squints scurried off, though where to he had no idea. All except Angela. She walked over to where he had sat down on a swivel chair.

He had his chin resting on his hand, his expression impatient. Angela approached him carefully.

"What did you do, Booth. What did you do to hurridly want the evidence?"

"I don't want her to die."

"I know you, Booth. Something must have happened. She got angry at you, and you want to prove her wrong."

He looked up at her. "How do you know these things?" he asked.

"I've interregated as many people as you, Booth. I know what people are thinking. And also, I'm not stupid. It kinda' obvious."

He sighed. "Ok, yeah. I hit him."

"I already knew that."

"No, that was before. He went outside after work, and I beat him up. Apparantly he looks like crap, according to Bones."

"Hmm, I can see why she'd be annoyed. Have you seen him yet?"

Just then the door to the Jeffersonian opened, and Bones walked in, her arm through Phil's. Booth looked at her. She gave him a stone-cold stare, and led Phil to the direction of her office. Phil, too, looked at them, and Booth nearly laughed and gasped. His face was a mixture of colours – black, purple, and green decorated the outside of his face. His eye was black, and his nose had clearly been broken. His lip was swollen, and Booth could see he had a slight limp. He laughed to see how Bones could kiss him now.

He looked back up to se Angela giving him a disapproving look. He gave her his charm smile, and she had to try not to laugh.

"Well, he won't be getting up to anything else for at least a week – and by that time we'll have solved the case. Good work, Booth."

Just as he was about to reply, Zack ran up the stairs and over to them. He waited.

Booth gave him an odd look. "What?"

"Mmmmm...."

"Oh just spit it out, Zack!"

"Is this why we don't talk to each other?"
Angela cut in, almost laughing. "What is it, Zack?"

"I found something that you might want to take a look at."

He turned and moved back over to the stainless steel table they were always surrounding. Angela followed him.

Booth took one more look over to Bones' office. Bones was on her couch, Phil next to her. She was holding his hand, stroking it, and talking to him. She looked so sympathetic, that Booth just wanted to go and do something – anything – to hurt the man.

Bu he couldn't. He heard Zack call his name. He sighed and quickly moved over to the table.

A picture was up on the screen. It was a piece of bone.

Zack made the uncertain sound again.

"It's a piece of bone, Zack. What does it mean?"
He pointed to a dark spot on the screen. Booth squinted at it. "What am I meant to be seeing, exactly?"

Angela looked confused too, then gasped as she worked out what it was.

"Oh. My. God."


As i said, the next few chapter will get more exciting then these past few, and hopefully this ending will make you want to read more.

Please review, comment, give ideas, anything would be greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading. Now just push that grenn rectangular button below.....