It was late evening when the finally pulled into the driveway of Blake's lake cabin, the same cabin that he and Brennan shared when they were a couple. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Are you?"

Booth sighed and put his hand on her thigh, turning his palm up. She slid her hand into his, drawing strength from his calloused hand wrapped around her soft one. "Let's go inside then."

They got out of their rental car, and walked up the drive. Booth noticed Brennan hesitate when she saw the black truck parked in front of the garage next to the cabin.

"Familiar?"

"Yes. Everything is the same, yet everything has changed. It's a strange feeling."

He slid his hand down to rest on the small of her back. "Are you sure you are going to be ok with this?"

"If it means an end to it all, yes." He followed her up the steps that lead to a wide porch that wrapped around the stone and cedar cottage. She was quiet for a minute while she looked out over the lake. "I used to love sitting out here, watching the sun set over the lake. It's so quiet and peaceful. I miss that, being able to just sit and hear yourself think." She gave the porch swing a nudge, and turned back to him. "Blake is buying me out of my half of this place. He is looking for something similar for me to invest in, someplace smaller, and closer to home."

He elbowed her playfully, smiling at her. "Definitely with a lake, for fishing and watching sunsets, and a fireplace..."

"And a big plasma TV hanging on the wall?" She teased him back, remembering with a smile their conversation about the bridge and the house and the baby named Andy.

"Now you're talking."

Blake opened the door, and stepped out on the porch. He had on jeans and an old t-shirt, and bare feet. He looked between the two of them, and then back at Brennan. "What are you doing here?" He turned to Booth. "When we talked, I assumed you were coming alone. This is not a good idea."

"You tell her that. I tried."

Blake glared at her, not wanting to back down. "Have you thought this through? You are actually planning on staying here? You know he is watching you, watching all of us. You really think it is a good idea for us to make it that easy for him?" He ran his hand through his hair.

"I feel safer here than alone at my place wondering if they are watching."

Frustrated, he turned to Booth. "You know what? You try to talk some sense into her. I don't have to do this anymore."

Brennan narrowed her eyes and glared at him, and he turned and walked into the cabin, leaving the door open. Booth just raised his eyebrows, trying to keep from laughing at them. "You guys gonna be alright? I can see I'm not the only one who finds you infuriating sometimes."

She brushed by him, and he followed her inside, shutting the door behind himself. "When you said cabin, this is not what I expected. Wow." He took in the high beamed ceilings, the huge stone fireplace, and all the gleaming wood and stainless steel appliances. Brennan noticed their were still packing boxes stacked along one wall, and the place had an unlived in feel to it.

Blake caught the direction of her gaze. "I haven't had time to get settled. I have been spending most of my time in the city. It's hard to get used to all this quiet again." She remembered that he used to live for the time he could spend away from the city, but decided not to say anything. "I called Hannah, after I got the pictures and the note. She is going to be here in the morning." He laid the pictures on the table, along with the note, which were in zipper bags.

They were just as he described on the phone. Two pictures, and a short note. "I haven't forgotten, neither have you, neither will he." The pictures were immediately recognizable. The first one taken at Booth's. They were on the couch. She was sitting on his lap. His hands were under her sweater. The second was at Brennan's. They were in the bathtub together. She was unclothed, he was fully clothed. They were laughing.

She didn't say anything, just blinked at the photos in front of her.

"Who is Hannah?"

She forced her attention away from the photos and back to Booth's questions. "Detective Hannah Monroe. She was in charge of our case. She worked relentlessly on the investigation. Without her. . ."

Blake finished her sentence sarcastically. ". . . they would be out on the streets. A lot of good all of that effort did. It has been just short of five years since they were arrested."

Silence hung in the room. "I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a long day. Why don't we try to get some sleep?" Booth could see by the look on her face that she had not thought as far as sleeping arrangements, and she was obviously not comfortable with any of the available options. Blake spoke up first. "The upstairs bedrooms are still empty. There are just the two down here, and the couch. I'll take that. You two take my room."

Booth shook his head. "I am really not comfortable with that...at all." He held up his hands. "This is your house. You sleep in your room. We'll take the guest room." Blake and Brennan exchanged a look, and Booth caught on immediately, cursing himself for being the idiot. "We will sleep out here. I'll go get our bags out of the car." He slipped out uncomfortably to get some fresh air, and to get away from the elephant he left standing in the room.

Blake opened a hall closet and pulled out some pillows and blankets. "You'll be OK out here?"

"We'll be fine. Are you OK with this?"

"No, but better than I would be if I knew you two were in my bed." He laughed and gave her a quick hug. "Strangely, I mean that in a completely brotherly way. As in, gross, I don't want to see or hear about it."

She laughed at his choice of words, and assured him that they would try to keep it down. "I thought you were moving back here a few months ago. You're still living out of boxes?"

"I met somebody. It's become kind of serious. We have been sharing the condo in the city. She wants to move out here together. I can't bring myself to bring her out here yet. It doesn't feel right."

"Until you buy me out of my share of the cabin?"

"Partly. Mostly until I feel it's time to tell her the story of the haunted master suite." He heard Booth's footsteps on the porch, and said, "Do you think he realizes why you two are sleeping on the couch instead of in the 900 square foot master suite?"

She nodded, "I think he figured it out. That room has been taboo so long, I forgot it's not just common knowledge to everyone that we don't use that part of the house." She hugged him. "I am happy for you. You should just tell her. Or better yet, don't. Just move both of your bags into that room. . ." She gestured toward the closed door. ". . . and just get over it. You'll tell her when it's the right time."