I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.

First Meeting

While driving to the airport, he almost changed his mind several times. He called Angela, and she told him to stay.

"Booth don't you dare come home without her. Kelsey will be fine. She's almost six years old, she will understand. STAY THERE!"

Booth didn't need to hear anymore. He turned around and called to change his ticket to later in the week, and then he drove back to the lot where he saw her last.

As he sat there, he noticed a hotel across the street. He parked and walked over to it.

"Hello, I was wondering if you have any rooms?"

"Yes, we have a few."

The man looked at him strangely.

"Are you sure you want to stay here? This doesn't look like your type of hotel."

"I want a room that will look out on that parking lot across the street."

"I do have one available, but this is a rough part of town, are you sure?"

"Yes, I want that room."

Booth booked the room, and brought his things from the car into the room. He looked around the room and realized that the desk clerk was right. He had spent some times in bad rooms, but this one was off the charts. He wondered if he would even sleep in the bed. He thought of getting a mattress cover and sheets before lying down.

As he looked around, he realized that the place was clean, even though it was dilapidated. It definitely needed a fresh coat of paint, and maybe even new rugs, but whoever maintained the room took pride in their work. He would have to leave a tip for the housekeeper.

He pulled a chair to the window and began his vigil. He would not leave his perch until he saw her again. He knew he lit a fire of curiosity in her and he thought she would be back. He also thought she would not tell her captor of their encounter today, because she found some truth in his words. He prayed for guidance and patience in his endeavor.

A few hours later, his phone rang. It was Caroline.

"Booth, I'm glad you stayed. I have some news for you. The FBI traced the license plate, but it came up as registered to a dead man, and the address doesn't exist. I have spoken to the local office, and they agreed to total cooperation. Now remember that means they will help you, but they still can't break the law. Don't do anything stupid, because you react with your gut. The next few days could be the difference between their cooperation and their resistance. Be nice."

The last sentence was said in that angry tone that she takes on when in the courtroom, and Booth knew he had to listen to her advice.

"I will be there sometime tomorrow, to help follow through on this. Just stay out of trouble until then."

"Ok, Caroline, I will, and thanks. I owe you for this."

"No, you don't. You just get that pretty lady back. I always knew you two should be together."

She hung up before saying anything else.

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Booth watched the lot across the street constantly. He called and ordered a pizza from a local shop, and ate watching out the window. She didn't reappear that day.

He went to bed after midnight, to awaken before the sun came up, and continue his watch, only leaving to use the bathroom. He hoped that her curiosity was still intact, because if it were it would make her return. Time passed, and she didn't reappear the next day.

Caroline arrived, but since the car registration was illegal, they couldn't find her. He obtained a warrant to retrieve her DNA, but he still didn't want to force her into it. He wanted her to come to him willingly.

He continued to wait. Angela made a recreation of her new look, and it was circulated throughout the local police officers. If they saw her, they were to notify him, but he didn't see her again.

By the second day, he began to wonder if she had left again.

Maybe she did tell her kidnapper, and he took her away again. He looked into brainwashing techniques, and found out that they were reversible, if not completely, at least partially. He found out that many techniques required medication and torture of the victim. He wondered what she went through in those first few weeks after she was taken.

On the third day, at 4:47 in the evening he saw the car pull into the lot. She parked and stepped out. He raced down the stairs to see her again.

"Hello, Temperance, it is nice to see you again. I didn't think you would come back."

"My name is Amelia, and I've been thinking about what you told me. I don't believe you, but I am curious to find out more. I will not go with you, but I will talk to you. If you try to take me or apprehend me in any way, I will go home and tell my husband. So far I have kept this from him, although I don't think that was wise, I just felt like I had to know more, and if you are right, I don't think he would approve of me seeing you."

Booth was floored by her confession. She was married? If she didn't tell her husband, she must think there's something going on. Maybe she remembers him, or deep inside she knows what they once had. He had to resist pulling her into his arms. He knew if he made any gesture toward her, she would run, and he didn't want to lose her again.

"Ok, so what would you like to talk about?"

"Tell me what happened."

"Oh boy, that would take a while. Do you want to go somewhere, or do you want to talk out here?"

"We can have coffee; there is a diner just around the corner."

"Please, lead the way."

Booth walked next to her as they went to the diner, again resisting trying to hold her hand. As she entered the diner, he noticed that it was similar to their diner in DC. She walked in and went right to their booth.

Booth watched her in amazement. She did remember. He sat down across from her.

"It will take too long to explain everything, so I will give you the abbreviated version, which is still long, but not as bad."

"You are a Forensic Anthropologist, who works for the Jeffersonian. We became partners over ten years ago. We work together solving murders in Washington DC."

"Seven years ago, we were in a romantic relationship. You became pregnant and had a baby girl; her name is Kelsey. She will be six on December 15th. In April of 2014, you disappeared. I found your car, but other than your cell phone, no other trace of you. I have been looking for you since."

"I have a child?"

"Yes, she misses you."

He saw tears in her eyes.

"I can't have children."

"I don't know why, but I do know that you have a child."

He took a picture out of his wallet. "This is her."

"She has my bone structure."

"And your eyes."

"When you first left, she cried every night for you. It was very difficult, but after a few months she stopped asking for you, and now she prays every night that you will come home."

Brennan just sat and looked at him. After a few minutes, he saw a look of fear come over her face, as if she remembered a distant dream from long ago.

"I have to go."

"Wait, just another minute, please?"

"Ok, but I don't know what you want me to do."

"I want you to agree to a DNA test, so I can prove that what I am saying is true."

"I have to go."

"Will, you think about it?"

"Yes."

"How will I find you again?"

She was quite for a long time.

"I don't want to give you my address, because I don't trust you to stay away, but I will meet you here again when I decide. Watch for me in the parking lot."

"Do you have a time or day?"

"It will be in the morning. That's the best time for me to go out. I can't be any more specific than that."

"Ok. I will watch."

"You are going to watch that parking lot everyday hoping that I will come back?"

"Bones, I love you. I have waited for over three years. I can watch for a few days."

"Oh, that's right. Why Bones?"

"I'll tell you next time we meet."

With that, he kissed her hand and walked away.

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