AN: This is part 3 of the second of my episodes. It will have lots of spoilers for the upcoming episode of Bones "The Blackout in the Blizzard", so if you don't want to be spoiled turn around now.

The spoilers in this chapter will be taken from interviews with news of what is going to happen during the blackout.

Really if you don't want spoilers turn around, however this is one of the episodes where most things will be completely my own.

I would also like to say a huge thank you to my incredible beta: Whatever55, who has decided to proofread my story and help me become a better writer. In this chapter she was also very helpful and gave me a couple of ideas of issues they could deal with.

Another one I would like to say thank you to is: Moonserenity089, who also came up with a couple of the things which will be mentioned between them in this chapter.

I would also like to say a huge thank you to those who have placed my story on alerted-list or as their favorite, and to those who have left reviews.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones.

Last Chapter

"Angela knows I'm pregnant. She got suspicious and asked me a couple of days ago. She doesn't know it's yours, but we can tell her… why?"

At the moment she had forgotten her long conversation with Caroline a week ago, there the prosecutor learned more or less everything. She only remembered her short talk with Angela a few days before. The artist had followed her then she left the forensic platform with a greenish color on her face, she had ended up telling her she was pregnant from a one night stand (which had not been a complete lie). Angela had wanted to know more, but they had been interrupted because of work, and Brennan and told her there was nothing more to say about it, and asked her to keep it to herself for now, since no one else knew, Angela had not been happy about it but agreed.

"Because I'm afraid it will have to stay that way for now…"

Booth started to pull out two photos he carried in his inner pocket.

The Blackout in the Blizzard (Part 3)

Angela was asleep on the couch in her office when Cam came in. She woke up slowly as Cam lowered herself on to the couch. She was still wearing her mask, and she handed one to Angela.

"Hey, how are you feeling? Did the sleep help?"

"No, I'm actually hurting all over, and my head feels incredible heavy. Cam I'm starting to worry that I have really caught the virus? If I have what will happen to my baby?"

"That was actually why I came in here. If you were interested in seeing if your baby is alright, we can use the generator with the ultra sound. I thought it might make you feel a bit better."

"That would actually be great, Cam. Can we do it now?"

"Sure, I can even do it in here. Let me just get the machine."

Angela sat up and waited for Cam to come back in with the ultrasound. Cam was back a few minutes later. She motioned for Angela to lie back down and pull up her shirt. Angela followed through, and Cam placed some gel she had with her and then started the ultrasound. Both of them looked at the little screen to see Angela's baby. Cam really hoped this would make Angela feel a bit better while she worried over whether or not she had caught the virus and, if she had, what would happen. Cam tried to remember what she knew back from her clinicals about ultrasounds regarding pregnancies; she had gotten a bit of brush up this last year since she started to date Paul.

Angela was smiling the moment she saw her baby and asked Cam if she was not beautiful (it was one of those days where she was sure it was a girl). Cam smiled back at Angela and agreed that the baby was beautiful. She asked Angela if she wanted to know the sex or if they had decided for it to be a surprise. Angela told her she would love to know, but Hodgins did not, so she had to go on unknowing since she was sure the moment she knew she would tell everyone else. Cam laughed, but agreed that Angela would never be able to keep it a secret; after all she had not been able to keep her pregnancy a secret until Hodgins' announcement.

Cam looked back at the screen to see if she could tell Angela anything else which could be of interest. However, what she saw worried her. She was not an educated gynecologist or neonatal doctor, however from what she could see Angela would need to see her own very soon, and if Dr. Lewish was not sure, she was sure Paul would take a look at Angela.

Angela saw the look on Cam's face change.

"Cam, what's wrong? Is something wrong with my baby?"

"I'm not a gynecologist so you should see your own, or Paul could take a look if you want when we get out. It's probably nothing…"

"Cam, please tell me… I need you to tell me. What if it takes a long time before we get out of here?…"

"Okay, but I think we should call Hodgins in here too."

Hodgins came right in, and when both had taken a seat Cam told them what she had seen.

"I'm not sure, but, from what I can remember, it looks like your child might have a slight case of Spina Bifida: a split spine. I'm not sure; it just looks like it from what I remember, but it's probably not that since your doctor should have seen it at one of your last appointments if it was. Did you do either a Nuchal Scan or a Triple Screen/Kettering Test? Because those would have showed it if that was the case?"

Cam was hopeful when the she asked the last part. She really hoped they had done one of those so she had been wrong. She should really never have said anything but Angela had given her that look and she couldn't lie and tell her friends that nothing was wrong.

"No, we decided not to do any of those since none of us have any genetic illnesses, and we would never have terminated the pregnancy even if anything was wrong, so we decided to take everything as it came, after all it wasn't planned just like we never planned on getting married in jail. Are you really sure there might be something wrong?"

"I really don't know. It's most likely nothing since it can be seen from weeks 18-20 and you have gone to your appointments. It's also been awhile since I have done this. I should not have said anything, really don't worry."

"Cam, is it dangerous?"

"No, it is not life threatening, but as I said you shouldn't worry about it…"

"Should we go to the doctor when we get out of here?"

"Yeah, that would be a great idea, just in case."

Cam tried to give them both a comforting smile, to help them relax. They really did not need any more stress; she had now managed to scare Angela and Hodgins with something which should have helped Angela relax and feel better until the power came back on and they could send in the blood sample Cam had taken some time ago to see if there was any signs of the virus or if she had just caught the flu. Hodgins and Angela told her they would like to be alone for a while and Cam told them she would go back to try and figure out who the murder victim was and what had happened.

When she came back in Clark told her they had found a possible identity for the victim, plus that when they went over the victim again they had found something in the pocket of her clothes that they had not seen before. It was some sort of male earring and it had blood and a bit of tissue on.

"It appears like she bit it off." Wendell told Cam, and they had thought, if that was the case, maybe, if they were lucky, it could have been her attacker's, and the tissue could give them his DNA when the power once came back on.

Cam agreed that it was worth a try since they had nothing to go on otherwise so far. They then went on to show her the missing persons-file they had found which could be a match for the victim: a young Albanian girl, Arbnora Mripa, who worked at a factory which made clothes. She had been reported missing by her sister, Blerina, who also worked at the clothing factory, and she had told the police, after much pressure, that when she last saw Abnora she had been fighting with the manager Boris Sidorov. The file noted that Blerina had seemed tense when she said that, and other workers had not been very open to talk to the police, especially about the manager. The time she had gone missing was set a few days before what they thought was time of death, however, under some of their earlier tests, they had found some marks on her arms which looked like it was from some kinds of wire; Hodgins had found traces of metal in them but, without his computer system running, he had not been able to determine what kind it was. They had found wounds on her hands which had small splinters of glass in them, but they had started to heal, which meant they were made some time before her death.

Cam took a closer look at the picture of the girl in the file and then looked at the victim. She told the two others that she felt sure enough to conclude that the same smiling girl with long brown hair who was waving at the camera on the photo was now lying dead on the metal examination table with an almost bluish color now and was a lot skinnier than she had seemed on the photo. She felt sorry for the poor girl whose life was ended in this terrible way.

The photos Booth had pulled out from his pocket were of Parker playing with a couple of other kids in the school yard, and of Brennan waving down at Booth from the balcony in the room Broadsky had taken out Jackson Matthews. Both photos were set in such a way that it was very obvious to see that they were coordinate shots from a sniper, and they were meant to show how easily the person in them could be taken out with one shot.

"How did you get them?" Brennan asked. It was not hard to see that she was taken aback by the fact that Booth had been given such photos of herself and Parker.

"They were delivered to my door a few days ago, no stamp or address, and they weren't the only ones, there were others: Parker with Rebecca, in the park, at his after school program or at the diner; there was even a couple of him with me, one taken right outside this building. There were also lots of photos of you: some outside the Jeffersonian, book signings, outside the Hoover, at the diner, at a café with Angela, a couple of you having lunch outside with Max, one of you taken through the eastern window in your living room, one of you in your car, one of you in the SUV with me, and one of you walking into the building of your doctor. They're all shots like these two, showing the best way to take you out in each one. Broadsky has made it between me and him for real now. Since I'm still chasing him, he is trying to show me what can happen if I don't stop."

"Booth… are you sure this is Broadsky? It could be someone else…"

"I'm sure, Bones. The photos are taken in ways which make me sure that the only one who would be able to take that shot would be him or myself."

"Booth, this isn't your fault… Broadsky is evil and you are good. You're just doing your job. Don't worry, Booth, I can take care of myself."

"Don't you see, Bones? You can't take care of yourself when he can get shots at you from these angles. You won't have time to use you martial arts or even take a shot yourself, he will get you before all of that."

"Booth…"

"Listen, if he were to learn that you carried my child and not just some other jerk's child, it would no longer be shots of how to shoot you in your head or neck. It would be shots to your stomach, if I even got photos. There would be an even larger chance that he would just take you out when he found it most fitting. Right now he is a bit conflicted on which would hurt me the most, you or Parker, but the moment he learns that you are pregnant with my child… that moment, you will be the main target. That's the reason that, no matter how much I want to be involved and be recognized as the father, I can't be the father right now, since that would just put you and our baby in even more danger than you are right now."

"Booth, you can't know that, it's not rational. You can't predict what Broadsky would think."

"No, it's not. It's something I know from when I was the killer. It's emotional torture; it's a game for him, just like renting a property in my name. It's the way he would go. If it was up to me you would go into witness protection, but I know you won't do that."

"No, I won't hide, Booth. What about Parker? What's going to happen to him?"

Booth looked sad at that question, and told her that the moment he got the photos he had arranged for witness protection for him and Rebecca. They had gone into hiding yesterday. The US Marshall Officers, who had gone with them, had told him that the snow was a good distraction when going "underground". He had said goodbye to Parker and promised that he would get video-links on a secure line from time to time, but no phone calls or visits. Brennan took his hand while he told her all that. She knew he was sad to see his son go. After he had told her all about how the program worked and who had gone with them he went quiet. Brennan did not really know what to do. She wanted to comfort him, but she was not sure how much he would allow her to do that at the moment, but she had an idea of what might make him feel a bit better. The hand she held she pulled closer to her, under her coat, and placed it on her lower abdomen where she thought their baby was right now. When his hand touched her there she could feel a bit of tension leaving his arm, and she could feel him relaxing beside her while he caressed her stomach lightly.

He looked at her with a hint of a smile on his face.

"Do you think we can find a way where others think it's someone else's child but I can still be involved?"

"Sure, I would like for you to be involved. Perhaps we can tell others you are helping me out because it is hard to be alone and pregnant while working a lot, even though it would really not be a problem for me."

"Sure, you can do everything on your own…"

"I could, but it could be nice to have some help and not go alone to everything when I get to that part. We can tell them you are doing it as a friend, after all it's not like I can ask Angela to do it at the moment when she has so much with her own pregnancy."

"Yeah, Angela doesn't know it's mine, right? You haven't told her anything about that night…?"

"She knows I'm with child but not about you being the father or about that night… Booth I'm so sorry there is one person who knows the whole truth…"

Booth was shocked. After all, she had just said that no one knew. If that person let it slip to anyone else Broadsky could figure it out sooner rather than later. Why had she not kept it to herself…

"Booth, Caroline knows. She saw me getting sick at the lab, and confronted me. She guessed it was yours…"

Booth let out a breath of relief. Caroline could be trusted, she might even be a good ally to have on their side. If anyone was to know the truth, at this moment, he was glad it was Caroline. He knew that Caroline, himself, and Brennan would have to sit down some time and tell her all of what was going on, but she would be on their side and not tell anyone else, compared to Angela who would have a reaction so loud the moment she learned they had slept together that everyone in the lab would know and that would make it easy for Broadsky to find out.

"I'm glad it's her Bones, I think we should arrange a meeting with her and tell her the situation. By the way, what did she say when she found out?"

Brennan told him how Caroline had found out and what she had done for her. Booth smiled at the thought of the hard core prosecutor comforting Brennan. She also told him what she had told Caroline and what Caroline had said. When he heard how Caroline had handled the whole thing he felt grateful to the older woman, and he swore to himself that he would by her a great dinner soon. A part of him felt hurt that Caroline had known before him, but at the same time, he was also glad Brennan had had someone to comfort her that day.

"Bones, there is something I really need you to understand, as I said a little while ago, I do need time. I want to be a part of the pregnancy, but I'm not yet ready for a full blown relationship yet. So can we do this as friends for now…?"

She did not need to time to think about that, but agreed the moment he asked.

Hodgins looked at Angela when Cam had left. He took her hand in his and rubbed her palm slowly.

"Angie, as Cam said, there might be nothing wrong, and there probably really is nothing wrong with the baby."

"But what if there is?" She had tears in her eyes, and her voice was broken.

"I'm sure everything is fine with you and the baby, and there really is nothing to worry about. We will go see the doctor as soon as we get out of here, and she will tell us everything is fine."

"What if I caught the virus? Then we won't be able to go to the doctor, because I'll need to be hospitalized and have the antidote."

"Well then we will get them to do an ultrasound and they will say everything is fine."

She looked at him and asked him what they would do if everything was not fine and there really was something wrong. How would they handle it if the baby indeed has a split spine; what would that mean?

"Well, we will still have the baby, and will still love it just as much. After all, how could I not love someone who was partly you? We have all the financial means to take of a baby with special needs and we have a loving environment to raise the baby in. We have this lab family, who is always there for each other and would be there for our child, plus between the two of us we will have so much love for this little one that, if there is something really wrong, everything will still be alright and he or she will grow up completely loved. Don't you agree?"

"I agree that I wouldn't love our baby less if something is wrong, if he or she has a handicap of some sort. It's just it'll be really hard, are we ready to that?"

"Of course we are, Baby…"

She smiled at his exclamation, but there was still something which made her a bit uncomfortable in relation to a child with special needs… one thing which made her feel a bit selfish when she thought about it.

"It's just that it will be so hard when Brennan gives birth to the perfectly healthy child if ours is a child with special needs. I know it sounds horrible when I say it like that, but there will just be a little part of me that would feel bad that our child might not be able to do everything that Brennan's would and would wonder, since they will be so close in age, if ours will feel less good when he or she is playing or something with Brennan's who won't have handicaps, or health-problems. "

"What do you mean by Brennan's child?"

"Oh… I wasn't supposed to say anything, but Brennan is pregnant."

"When?... With who?" Hodgins was completely shocked.

Angela told him what she knew about Brennan being pregnant from a one night stand, and how no one knew about it, and how she was not supposed to say anything. Hodgins asked her what that meant for Booth and Brennan's partnership and how Booth would take it. She told him that she had no idea about the two of them anymore; in some ways she had almost given up hope they would ever get together.

"Does it make me a bad person being worried about our child in comparison to Bren's?"

He shook his head.

"No it makes you human, but let's wait and see. I'm sure everything really is fine with you and our baby."

Angela rested her head against his shoulder.

Brennan's head was resting against Booth shoulder. She was feeling tired and bit nauseous, and they had both gone quiet some time ago. Neither of them really felt like talking. She knew they had a lot of things they needed to talk about, but it was how to get started on some of those things again, and she guessed Booth felt the same way.

Finally she heard him let out a deep breath.

"Earlier on you promised if I answered your question you would agree to answer mine…"

"Yes, I will if you still want that. What did you want to know?"

"Well, it's just that this thing has always troubled me… and had me wondering why you did what you did…"

"What I did? Booth what are you talking about?"

"Why did you leave me while I was in the hospital after my brain surgery?"

"Booth… I was told you were recovering alright… and everything was going as planned, and I really wanted to go on that dig…"

"Bones, I was honest with you, don't I deserve the same? That's not why…"

She nodded her head slowly. He was right. It was not the real reason, but the official one.

"Yes, you do deserve that. I was scared, Booth. I run when I'm scared, it's what I know how to do when it comes to emotional issues."

"Why were you scared?"

"I was scared since I had spent four days at your bedside thinking that you might never wake up. When you woke up, it seemed that you did not know who I was. That was a completely horrible feeling. I felt so alone. Later on I learned that you were not sure who I was: if I was your partner or your wife. It was very clear those days which one you wanted me to be, and it was not the real one but the fantasy. I was sad that I was not who you really wanted to see; it hurt so bad when I saw your eyes light up when I came, and later on the light go out of them when you remembered that I was not your wife but just your partner."

Booth had turned around to look at her.

"One day I saw your brain scans: pre, during, and post the operation and your neurologist explained to me what they showed. They showed that you had not been having the chemical reactions of being in love before your operation, but during your coma period, you had started to develop those feelings, and they were still present. The neurologist concluded that, in some way, you had fallen in love with your dream, and because that image in your dream was one of me, or someone who looked like me, you now felt you had feelings for me; tried to make me the image of your dream wife. He actually advised me to stay with you and help you correct that image since you knew there was a difference and it would be easier for you to accept the real one if I was there. I was scared over what I had learned and even though it would be better for you if I stayed I couldn't. I needed time to think about what it would mean for us and our partnership. I couldn't handle some of the things it might implicate so I ran. I know now I was a coward at that time and I should have stayed beside you, for what it is worth… I'm really sorry, Booth, and I will never run again."

He looked her in the eyes and saw that she really was sorry, that she regretted what she had done back then. It did not make the hurt of her actions any less real, but he knew that she meant it when she said she would never do it again. He also knew, from the years he had spent as her partner and friend, that the realization that he could be in love with a part of her would have scared her a lot. He just wished she had stayed that time, so they perhaps could have worked things out that time, instead of it taking years afterwards. He wished he had known earlier that she actually did know about the scans. Suddenly he got worried. Could her knowledge of that have had any reason behind her turning him down that night in front of the Hoover building?

"Had the brain scans and what they showed have anything to do with why you turned me down?"

"Yes and no, Booth… they made me think that I could not be what you needed and give you everything you wanted at that time. I was scared of losing you as my partner and a part of my life. If I started a relationship with you and it went bad…You are the first person I have known who stayed around and I could trust completely, but mostly I was just scared of those feelings you were talking about and the part of forever. Plus I was worried that I could never really give you the family I knew you would want one day: the one you had in you dream. I later on realized I could perhaps one day give you that family and would want to give you that. I had already wanted a child, and I really did not want to have any regrets from never telling you what you meant to me."

Booth nodded that he could understand to some degree and accept it. It hurt a bit that she had not trusted him enough to know that he did not need those things with her, that he just needed her. However, a part of him felt light after realizing what she had, in her own way, indicated that she might someday be willing to give him everything his dream had included. He was thinking about what she had told him while he was quietly looking at her.

He had not really heard what she said for a moment, but quickly realized that she was mumbling to herself.

"I turned him down… I knew he would want the perfect family one day… would not hurt him with saying no if he proposed… I told her to be sure, unlike I would have been… I told her he would give himself completely… told her that it would be painful… wasn't as serious as him… she said she was… meant that… wanted the same as him… not hurt him like me… didn't want to hurt him later on… she did hurt him later on…"

Booth tried to figure out what the hell she was talking about. It really made no sense to him.

"Bones, what do you mean? What are you talking about?"

She looked at him and he could see that there was fire present in her eyes, which normally indicated she was angry or at least aggravated or upset. He was really not sure what was causing those emotions at the moment, and he really hoped he was not the one she had whose feeling for, because if he was he was pretty sure he could quickly become just as angry with her, after all she had hurt him a lot.

"Hannah… she promised me that she was just as serious about your relationship as you were, but she wasn't."

Booth was surprised by this. Why would Hannah have to promise Brennan that? Why had they even talked about that? And more importantly when?

"When did she tell you that, Bones?"

"When she came and asked for advice for the perfect present for you for when she moved in. I told her about the phone, and asked her to be sure, because you would give yourself completely and if she was not as serious as you were you would get hurt. She promised me she was."

Booth smiled at that. He couldn't help it. She had wanted to protect him and make sure he would not be hurt again. That meant a lot to him; he was about say something when he saw her rise from the floor. It was pretty clear that she was angry and upset at his ex-girlfriend for hurting him. He was not really sure what to do so he kept on sitting on the floor while Brennan was mumbling on about Hannah hurting him and breaking her promise, and why would she do that. It did not look like she would stop soon. Actually, she seemed more worked up now than when she started. He was pretty sure no matter how flattering it was, what she had done, and it was a bit, he was pretty sure it was not very good for her to get that upset at the moment. After all, she was carrying a child, his child, and as far as he knew that meant that she should watch her blood-pressure, which could easily spike with the way she kept on going, so he rose and caught her around the forearms.

"Bones, calm down. I think it was really sweet of you to try and look out for me back then, and I don't know why Hannah did what she did; I've tried to figure it out for weeks, but I'm still not sure. I'm glad you tried to make sure it didn't happen, but it did, and I don't want you to keep on being upset right now. I really don't want to risk your blood-pressure rising and harming you and our baby. So please let's sit down again and take a deep breath. She's not worth stressing out over."

"My blood-pressure won't rise. It was perfect when I went to see my doctor, so there really is no problem."

"Still, Bones, it would make me feel better knowing you were not risking anything. Please let's just sit down, and you can tell me what your doctor said."

Brennan nodded in agreement, and sat down beside him, and told her what she had learned from the doctor so far.

The hours went on and there was still no sign of the power coming back on, they had gotten some news from Cam, who had told her about who their victim was, and they had decided the first thing they did when they got out would be to go and see the clothing factory. They had finished the water bottle some time and ago, and were now just sitting beside each other. Booth had felt her move around beside him for some time, but he had yet to comment on it. He had a feeling of what might be wrong, a reason he shared completely, and made himself want to move around as well, but he knew it would not really help a lot. Without looking at her he moved his own hand to where hers was lying in her lap. He took her hand and entwined their fingers; he gave her hand a light squeeze.

"Are you alright, Bones?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. The floor is just hard, and I'm tired."

"Bones, I have already told you once today that you can't lie to me. Is it the dark in here along with the small space?"

She nodded, but realized that he was not looking at her directly, so he would not be able to see her nod.

"Yeah a bit, but really it's nothing. I'm fine, really"

"You aren't fine. I know that because I'm not fine either. Small dark places remind me of the closet I sometimes hid in along with Jared when we were really little, and my father was hurting my mom, or a couple of those places I have been kept while I was serving and was caught, and last it reminds me of Taffet; being on the ship knowing that I might not be able to ever escape in time."

"Booth… I don't know what to say…"

"Please, don't comment on my things, just know that I hate this place as well, especially since we have been sitting here for a long time."

"It reminds me of the days I spent locked in the trunk of a car while in one of my foster homes, or being in that car with Hodgins when I was taken by Taffet, or, some of the worst of times, I get a feeling that I could be back in El Salvador being held captive in a cell with dirt floor and no windows or…" She never said the last thing as she realized who it was she was talking to, and how that could make him feel.

That confession made Booth look at her. He had absolutely no idea what she was talking about with the last thing. When had she been held captive in El Salvador? And why did he not know any of that? How many other experiences like that had she gone through that he did not know about?

"Bones, what did you mean with the last thing you said?"

She took a deep breath. She had never really felt like sharing some of the things she had gone through with Booth: not what her and Michael had been through together once, El Salvador, some of her other run-ins with gangbangers or death squads, or similar things. But now it looked like she might have to tell him. She used, more or less, the same words she had used years ago to explain the same experience to Angela.

"What did he do to you while he had captured you? You said he made you believe that you would die. How did he do that? Have you had other experiences like that one? Please Bones, why have you never said anything about that? "

"I don't talk about it. He said he would shoot me and toss me into a well and no one would ever know who I was or what became of me."

That last thing was too much for him. The thought of what could have happened to her made him pull her into his arms and hold her tight against his chest. He silently thanked God that nothing had happened to her.

"Bones…" he mumbled against her hair. "You didn't answer me. did you have other similar experiences? He was really scared that she had, and that some of them could be worse than that one since he knew that sometimes, or actually a lot of times, happened to women who was captured in such places. He had, after all, taken out more than one person similar to the guy that held her captured in El Salvador, and he had also seen some of those guy's victims.

"Booth… please I really don't want to talk more about it."

"Bones just answer what I asked, please… has it happened more than that one time?"

"Yes, Booth… but I don't want to talk about it, not now at least." She looked up at him. "I promise that I will tell you about the other couple of times but please not today…"

It was very possible that Booth would have objected and made her talk if the light had not come back on at the exact same moment and the elevator began to move down once again. Both of them were so surprised that they moved out of each other's arms. They realized what happened the moment they came to the ground floor and the doors opened. Booth rose from the floor and helped Brennan up. He then pushed the button for his floor. He knew they would both need to drink something and clean up a bit before they could go to the clothing factory, if they could even go today.

When they got to his floor, they walked out of the elevator and over to the door to his apartment. He took out his keys and opened the door. The room which he expected to be dark was covered in a low light from some candles. Who had done that?

"Booth, don't you know that you should never leave candles burning when you leave, it's really dangerous?"

"I didn't light these, Bones. I almost never light candles."

They both heard someone clear his throat. They turned over to see who it was. Booth already had his hand on his gun.

Booth let out a breath of relief when he saw that it was only Sweets. 'What is boy-wonder doing here? And why is he wearing a set of my sweats?'

"Sweets, what the hell is going on? Why are you here and why do you have my clothes on?"

Sweets told them that he did not want to upset Brennan by using her car, so he had chosen to come up here and stay, and he lit some candles since the power was out. He told them that he had been cold so he had borrowed some of Booths warmer clothes; however Booth could see that he went a bit tenser when he said that, which meant that it was a lie.

"What really happened? Did you wet your pants or something, like the child you are?" Booth laughed. He was going to torture Sweets at some point for his experiment, but right now he just felt like making fun of Sweets.

However, Sweets turned red in his face when Booth said that, and Booth realized he had hit the target without really meaning to.

"You did? Did you really wet your pants Sweets? You really are more like a 6 year old than a 12 year when you do stuff like that" Booth was laughing hard.

Brennan looked confused at him and asked what all that meant and he explained it to her. She, however, just seemed confused and asked Sweets why he would do such a thing. Sweets was completely embarrassed and did not answer so Booth told her that children sometimes get scared of the adults, that made Brennan laugh with him. Poor Sweets was pretty sure he would have to hear about this for a long time.

Booth and Brennan had driven to the factory and parked. They walked along the road to the side of the building. When Booth felt how icy the walking path was he placed his arm around Brennan to support her and make sure she did not fall.

She pointed at a smaller building they were passing on the way to the bigger one. It had a steam vent, and the snow had melted away. She pointed at the windows.

"The wires on those windows could have made the marks on Abnora's arm?"

Booth pointed to another place where a piece of wood was placed over a window. When he pulled it off they saw that the window was broken. Booth told her he was sure that Abnora had broken that, and Brennan agreed.

They looked through the window and used a flash light to light up the darkened room. They saw faces of young women huddled together in the corner. They were about to identify themselves when they heard someone behind them. It was a man, most likely Albanian from his looks. He asked what they were doing.

Booth identified himself as FBI, and asked if he was Boris: the guy they were supposed to talk to.

"Not Boris" he told them.

Brennan told Booth that the name was Russian, and this man was Arabian. His nose was bleeding and he looked ill. When Brennan saw that, she told Booth that the man might be one of the ones infected with the virus.

"You're sick and need to go to the hospital." Booth told him.

However the guy took a swing at Booth who dodged. He could hear Brennan shouting at him to be careful since the Not-Boris guy could be infected. When the man, once again, moved towards Booth, Brennan hit him hard in the head with a piece of wood two times while Booth swept his feet and tackled him to the ground. He started to handcuff him when the man coughed on him.

"Bones, he might have coughed on me so you should stay away from me for now. Brennan was already over at the window and asked the young women inside if they knew the girl in the picture on her phone.

Booth and Brennan were sitting on his couch eating their Thai food, while discussing the case. The man they had caught had been one of Boris' helpers, and he had given them a complete confession on what was going on. Boris had been running the factory as a cover for what he did underground. He had been developing the virus as the secret chemical weapon at the factory and the clothing factory had really just been a cover. Abnora had once noticed something suspicious going on and had tried to look into it. When she had confronted Boris, he had denied everything, however he had kidnapped her and given her the infection; while she was held she had tried to escape through the window, but she had been caught again, and then given the virus that horrible way, with the full intention of killing her. The earring she had in her pocket had been from Boris. She had bitten him when he gave her the injection, and she had held on to the ring and hid it, at least that was the way it seemed.

"Angela called me, by the way… she told me that she was not infected as they had first thought, she just had a cold. She had the test taken and it was negative like yours. She also told me that they had been worrying that something might be wrong with their baby, that he or she might have Spina bifida, the spilt spine, since Cam thought she could see that when she gave Angela an ultrasound. However nothing was wrong in reality, so they were both very relieved."

"I'm glad nothing was wrong with their baby that would have been horrible."

"I agree. It really would. I have to say I'm also very glad that none of us caught the virus."

"Agree with you there Bones. Hey, there is something I would like to ask if you wanted to do."

"Okay, what?"

He took one of her hands in both of his.

"I would like for us to promise that we will be together when I have gotten my time and we have caught Broadsky, so we can give our child the family neither of us really had."

She smiled at that, but nodded in agreement. He rose from the couch and walked over and took a piece of paper and a pen as well as one of Sweets candles, which was still lit, and carried it over to the table.

"What's that for?" she asked a bit surprised.

"I thought we could do it a bit like with the little Bones the witches gave me, just that we write it down as something we wish for, and then burn the paper over the candle."

"Booth, that is ridiculous. It's a superstitious belief system. Can't we just promise each other that's what we will do and shake hands?"

"Please, Bones, just give me this one… Please?"

She looked at him. He was making puppy dog eyes at her and giving her a charm smile. She knew that she would never be able to resist that, so she nodded and took the paper he handed her along with the pen. She wrote down the promise, and gave him the pen so he could do the same. When they were done they held the two pieces of paper onto the candle and saw them burn up. When they were completely gone they looked each other in the eyes, smiling.

That was the end of part 3. The206Bones won my little question in last chapter and got to name the Angela/Hodgins baby.

I really hope this chapter was worth the wait, it will be some time before I update again, since I have an episode of migraine these days, which makes it very hard for me to concentrate on writing, so I have almost written nothing of the next chapter. I'm really sorry for that but I hope you will bear with me.

I would like to say thank you for reading it means a lot to me, if you have the time I would really love to hear your thoughts about this long chapter.