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Chapter 10

Booth came awake with a start. Momentarily disoriented, he blinked his eyes, and quickly realized he fell asleep in the living room chair. The TV was still on the news channel he had on last night. Sleep had been eluding him, insomnia his new friend. Light had just begun to make its way past the mini blinds before him. He could hear the coffee pot in the kitchen gurgling as it brewed. Other than the coffee pot, his home was silent.

Then, it all came rushing back, Tyler was still missing. He'd been gone for nearly 48 hours now. No leads, no ransom requests, no info. Bones was shutting down emotionally and closing herself off to everyone, including him. He'd had to nearly physically force her to leave the lab last night. Her way of coping was working on remains from bone storage, non stop. She fought him and struggled, then eventually collapsed into his arms in tears.

Swallowing past the lump that had formed in his throat, he rose from the chair and glanced around their quiet home. After a moment of listening and looking, he assumed Bones was still asleep. They didn't speak much last night after they arrived home. What could they say to each other really?

Taking a quick detour into the kitchen, he quickly poured a cup of coffee for Bones and made his way into their bedroom. Booth was relieved to see her small form, curled into the fetal position on the far side of the bed.

He lowered himself down on the edge of the bed beside her, and set the coffee cup down on the nightstand. He brushed a strand of hair off of her forehead and she began to stir awake. A crease formed between her brows. He observed her swim up from sleep, and finally her eyes opened, and blinked a few times, staring.

Her beautiful blue eyes met his, and the panic reappeared, she sat up abruptly "Tyler? Did they find him? Is there any news?" she said in a rush, her voice cracked

But he didn't need to answer her; she saw the answer in his eyes, in his expression.

"Bones…." He began hesitantly, trying to pull her into his embrace

But she pushed him away and stood up, leaving him sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her warily. Even in her emotional state, she was still so beautiful. Her auburn hair wavy and tousled from slumber, her night wear of choice was an oversized navy blue FBI tee-shirt she'd found in his closet.

"I can't just sit around and wait anymore. I have to do something. WE have to do something" she amended as she paced the room, glancing over at him quickly.

"Somewhere, someone saw something, or knows something Booth, I can't wait around for them to find Tyler. Isn't there something else, anything else we can do?" Temperance said her voice nearing hysteria

He rose and went to her, and placed his hands on her shoulders, steadying her "Bones, we have to stay calm, you know that everyone out there that I could possible get to work on this IS, and we WILL find our son" he said more harshly than he intended

He saw her clench her jaw and anger flicker across her features. "You can't promise that Booth" and with that statement, she turned and entered the bathroom, slammed the door and turn on the shower.

"Great…." He muttered closing his eyes.

BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES

Doug Duncan stared down at the sleeping toddler.

Tyler was sprawled out horizontally across he and Trista's bed, his face slightly flushed, his blonde hair tousled. He was a beautiful child, a perfect blend of his parents. Tyler looked just like a little angel. Frowning, he recalled that after Tyler was born, he read that the baby had dark hair. Now it was blonde though.

Must have changed as he got older, Doug mused silently.

It had been a rough few days. He'd done everything he could think of to convince Trista to stay in DC with him to raise Tyler, but she'd refused, and finally, just hours after he'd brought home what was to be their son, she left to return to Minnesota. Leaving him with no car, and alone with the child he'd risked everything for.

Now he had no idea what he was going to do.

Doug knew one thing though; he was NOT going to raise this kidnapped child. Not the kidnapped child of a FEDERAL agent.

That was just stupid.

What had I been thinking anyway? He wondered irritably

"You were thinking you'd make Trista happy. You were remembering how much she wanted this particular child. Tyler was supposed to be theirs. You were only trying to bring the woman you love happiness" a voice reminded him in his mind

"Well, I am not going to jail for this" he said aloud to the empty apartment

He would just have to find a way to fix this. That's all.

End this chapter.

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