A/N: I actually have NO idea how long or short this FF will be, only that I am playing with it until the ideas run out… and if you are wondering what happened to Bones… hehehe… that will come at the end, and you might even be shocked, after all it comes from the inner workings of my twisted mind! =D

Booth was processed and thrown into the Federal lock-up, until they had a chance to go through his statement and all that it entailed.

Angela had come by the Federal lock-up, despite the hours it took for her to finally gain access. She had demanded to speak to Agent Booth, and refused to leave until they relented. Hodgins ties with money, helped somewhat!

Angela was going over the case with Booth. She was the only one thinking logically. "Can't we plead temporary insanity?" she demanded. "I mean, you weren't exactly yourself when you came to the hospital, Booth. I am sure those you crossed paths with would vouch for you."

"It doesn't matter," he muttered.

"Booth!" Angela cried. "They could kill you!"

"It doesn't matter," he repeated a little louder this time. If Bones didn't wake up, what did it matter what happened to him?

"It does matter!" she shouted. "You have a son, Booth. Parker! Remember him!"

The name sound foreign, and then he blinked and it all came rushing back.

"Parker," he whispered. "Where's… oh, parker…" amongst all the hazy days and lack of sleep, he hadn't even thought to call his son to tell him he was back in D.C. "Ange, will you…"

"Yeah," she nodded. "I'll call him. Booth, I have to say you aren't yourself and it's scaring me."

"It's scaring me too, but if Bones doesn't wake up…" he didn't need to finish his sentence. He looked utterly heartbroken.

"She's been through worse," Angela said with conviction. She trusted that her friend would come out of this. She had faith.

… … … … …

"Booth…" she called loudly as she walked the desert alone.

Dr. Matthews had chased her for miles but she had somehow managed to get away, she had pathetically hid behind a tree feeling like a fool. Brennan didn't run, but for some reason, she didn't think to fight back until it was too late. Until Dr. Matthews was gone, and she was walking the desert alone.

She was dehydrated, malnourished, and she felt weak… any minute and she would crumble to the earth, and provide rations for the birds that hovered above her. They looked like they were waiting for her to drop, waiting for new meat, fresh meat.

For a long time she stumbled across the dirt, calling out to her partner, who didn't hear her.

Brennan was alone.

It took a long time for her body to give up, and when she fell, she hit the ground hard. She lay there as the time passed, the sun beaming down on her, burning through her skin, she was sure she would perish from sun-stroke.

She felt a stir from deep within her, something Booth would have referred to as "a gut feeling". She felt her heart tug, and a strange feeling settled in her stomach. He needed her. Booth was in trouble, she was almost certain.

Using every ounce of energy she could muster, she dragged herself to her feet and continued across the desert, back towards the Dig.

In the distance she could hear the sound of Angela's soothing voice, calling her name.

… … … … … …

Brennan's eyes fluttered. Angela was sure of it, as she stood quickly from the chair beside the bed, grasping her friends hand in hope and excitement.

"Bren…" she called. "Hey, sweetie… Bren… you can do this open your eyes. Open them!" she ordered gently.

Slowly, Brennan's eyes fluttered before her eyes opened.

And I will leave you here! Hahahaha… mmm, want the next chapter? Sorry… what, I can't hear you? =)