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Brennan was awakened from her sleep by her beeping alarm clock. She opened her heavy-lidded eyes. She couldn't remember a time when she had gotten a good night's sleep. Every night she fell asleep in Booth's arms, every morning she woke feeling like she never slept at all. Some mornings she remembered vivid dreams of her attack, some mornings she woke not remembering if she dreamt at all but still feeling like she had just run a marathon.

This morning was no different. She woke up exhausted. She turned finding herself alone in bed. This wasn't something new either. Some nights she woke alone in bed. She would lie there waiting for his return and would pretend to be asleep when he climbed back into bed. She never asked where he went, she was too afraid to ask. On the rare mornings when she woke alone and did ask him where he had been he always had a reason, early morning meetings or slipping out to get them breakfast.

Brennan sighed climbing out of bed to get ready for work. She remembered the case they had yesterday. Booth had forced her to talk, admit things she had been trying to bury. Having a good cry did help her feel better, and the night before she had fallen asleep in his arms feeling like she would be ready to work the case again, despite a young child being one of the victims.

The fact that she woke up this morning up alone in bed again, forced her to confront a fact she had been trying to ignore. It all made sense, Booth had to be having an affair. It would explain all the times she woke up alone in bed in the middle of the night only to have him slip in again in the early hours before they had to get up for work. It would explain why he had not broached the subject of sex since the attack and it would explain why she woke up alone this morning.

She couldn't blame him, she felt as if she was tainted. It would be a wonder if Booth didn't feel the same. She couldn't blame him if he didn't want to be with her anymore.

She forced the thought out of her mind, choosing to focus instead on the workday ahead.

Across town, Booth had spent the night in an MPD interrogation room. It wouldn't be the first time he had been held captive, but the first time on American soil. He didn't sleep, he couldn't. He knew things looked bad for him. He was a master interrogator and although the roles were now reversed, he knew exactly what the two detectives were thinking.

He didn't touch the glass of water that had been placed on the only table in the room. He just sat there the entire night staring straight ahead, thinking a way out of this. He knew he would have to explain his actions to his boss and to Brennan.

He wasn't sure if it was already morning but he knew a significant amount of time had passed when the door to the room opened. The two MPD detectives, Burke and Sumner entered, each taking a chair opposite him.

"You ready to talk now Agent Booth?"

Booth didn't reply, only looked them directly in the eye, showing them no fear. These two would be nothing compared to his captors when he was a prisoner of war.

"What were you doing up there on the roof last night?" Burke asked.

So it was morning. Booth stared dumbly back at him.

"Why were you there?" Burke tried again.

Booth's silence seemed to irk the younger detective.

"Enough of playing nice." Sumner stood up, walking round the table to sit on the table, leaning his face close to Booth.

Booth knew exactly their good cop, bad cop routine.

"You won't talk? Fine I'll do the talking for you." Sumner picked up the brown folder on the table. "FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth. Former Army Ranger sniper. You were intending to murder ADA McFee weren't you?"

Booth remained silent.

"Even if you won't talk, we've got you Booth. We caught you, with your sniper rifle, ready to take the shot. You were going to kill a man, and we both saw it. That's good enough to put you away for a long time."

Sumner had a point, Booth knew, and his mind was busy trying to formulate a way out of this.

"Listen Booth." Det Burke spoke up. Cue good cop.

"I understand this past month has been hard on you and your wife. She was attacked and raped. Her rapist is still out there, you need closure, answers. I get it. It doesn't give you a right to take the law into your own hands. I told you we're watching ADA McFee. We're watching all our possible suspects."

Burke threw the bag containing the black ski mask Max had given to Booth on the table.

"Where'd you get this Agent Booth?"

Telling them would implicate Max and there was no way Booth would do that. Inside, he was beginning to boil They had searched his car? They didn't have a warrant.

"Something tells me we'd find your DNA on this."

Booth bit back his reply. Go ahead, it's not just my DNA you'll find on it. .

"Did you attack your own wife?" Sumner grabbed Booth by his collar, pulling him closer.

The suggestion was so preposterous Booth laughed. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Why don't you help us out here and tell us what you were going to do with your sniper rifle last night?" Sumner persisted.

The door to the interrogation room burst open. Caroline Julian walked in flanked by two fellow FBI agents.

"Don't answer that Booth."

"What's going on?" Burke asked, rising to his feet.

"There has been a serious mistake. Agent Booth was merely carrying out surveillance as requested by Assistant Director Hacker. You boys have got the wrong man. We're all on the same side here."

"Yeah, how'd you explain this?" Sumner waved the black ski mask.

"I do believe you've got a warrant for that Detective?"

That effectively shut the younger detective up.

"Come on Booth, you're wanted back at work."

Booth smirked at Det Burke, then followed Caroline and the other two FBI agents out. As soon as they climbed into the waiting car outside MPD, Booth felt handcuffs slapped on him again.

"Jimmy, what the hell?"

"Shut it Booth. Those detectives could have a case against you if they wanted." Caroline replied. Her tone softened. "I know you're hurting cherie, but this isn't the way."

"Sorry 'bout the cuffs man, but the boss wanted it this way." His fellow agent shrugged.

"Just be glad we managed to get you out of there. And I don't even want to know about that piece of evidence they claim they have against you."

Booth took Carline's advice and tried to think clearly. He knew where they were headed, and he would need to account for his actions.

Booth was uncuffed as he was lead into Assistant Director Hacker's office. The door was shut, leaving Booth alone with his boss's boss.

"Have a seat Booth." Hacker gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

"I'd rather stand Sir."

"You wanna explain your actions?"

"I know I was out of line Sir, but I make no apologies for it. ADA McFee is the Park Snatcher, I know it. The FBI taskforce and MPD have got it wrong."

"So you decided to take things into your own hands?"

"The man as to be stopped."

"Have you seen him do anything to suggest that he is your wife's attacker?"

"No Sir, but he knows we're on to him."

"And don't you think that's why we've been putting out fake signals, giving misinformation to the press, to make him let his guard down?"

"I wanted to be in on this case in the first place."

"Like I said, you're too personally involved! If anything this incident just proves that I'm right. You're a lose cannon Booth. I can't have that."

"Sir, I know exactly what I'm doing."

"I don't need you to be some vigilante Booth. For once trust your colleagues to do the job!"

"With all due respect, it was my wife who was raped, my baby that was lost."

"And that is my point exactly."

"Sir I – "

Hacker held up a hand. "You should be glad I didn't decide to let MPD have you. You're a good agent Booth, better than good, and I don't want to lose you because of this incident. Believe it or not I sympathise with what you and Dr Brennan are going through. I've put a great deal of thought into this. Until this case is closed, till your wife's attacker is found, you're suspended."

Booth hung his head, clenching his fists, swallowing his anger.

"Your badge and gun Agent Booth."

Booth handed his badge and gun to Hacker as requested. He didn't know how he was going to explain this to Brennan. His SUV was taken as well so he took a taxi to the Jeffersonian. When he walked into the medico-legal lab, he found her working on the remains they had recovered yesterday.

Booth realized he didn't even know who the agent going to replace him on their case was going to be. Brennan looked up at him from the remains she was examining.

Booth ran a hand through his hair and down the back of his neck, finding relief that they were alone in the bone room and had some privacy to talk.

"Bones we need to talk."

"I'm busy Booth."

Brennan knew exactly what Booth was going to say, and she didn't' want to hear it. If he was going to confess to his infidelity, she'd rather he not do it in front of their colleagues or at her workplace. This was her second home, and if she could no longer call the apartment she shared with Booth home, then she wanted to make sure she still had this sanctuary.

"Bones this can't wait." He didn't want her finding out when his replacement came walking in.

"Booth I'd really rather not."

"Please Bones, just, please"

There was something in his tone that made her relent. "My office."

Booth followed her into her office and shut the door behind them. She spun round. Brennan hated things like this, and she figured she needed the upper hand.

"I know what you're going to say Booth."

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