A/N: Wow, how long has it been? Seems like forever since I updated this story. I apologize for that, several months ago our computer crashed and then once we got a new one I had to get my chapters into a Word file. Man, it was annoying and tedious, but here you go. Another chapter and hopefully the next chapter will come soon. :)

"What are you planning on doing, Booth?" Brennan asked once they were back on road.

"I'm not sure, just as long as he repents for what he did for my brother, and then after that I'll arrest him." Booth said and when Brennan looked at his hand she realized that his knuckles were turning white he was holding on so tight.

"Booth, I know this man killed your brother, but don't do anything foolish, like kill him." She said from her side of the car, looking intently at him.

"Oh, I won't give him the pleasure of death." Booth said in a cool voice, a voice Brennan was sure she'd never heard him use before, it scared her. Right then her phone rang, startling her a little.

"Brennan." She said into the mouthpiece.

"Hey, sweetie, how's it going?" Angela asked on the other line.

"We're on our way to the guy's place now." Brennan said after looking at Booth again.

"How is he?" Angela inquired.

"Mad, Ange, madder than I've ever seen him." Brennan said, she was going to tell Angela about the cool voice, but figured she better wait until she wasn't in front of him.

"Just make sure he doesn't do anything stupid." She said on the other line.

"I know. I'll talk to you later." Brennan said, she had more to say to her, but she didn't want to say it in front of him, especially when he was in the mood he was in now.

"Alright. Good bye, sweetie." Angela said and once Brennan said goodbye, they both hung up.

"We're almost there." Booth said with a flat tone as she put her phone into her purse.

"Alright." Was all she said, for she didn't know what else to say to him.

Booth had been right, because in only a couple minutes they were pulling into the driveway of a small house. Booth parked the car and turned off the engine, but didn't get out right away he just sort of sat there.

"Are you going to go in?" Brennan asked after a minute or two. When she asked this though, Booth brought his head down on his arms that were crossed on the steering wheel. He mumbled something into he arms, but Brennan couldn't figure out what he'd said.

"What's that, Booth?" she asked.

"I'm not sure I can do this." He said quietly as he sat straight up. This statement shocked her. The whole way here he'd been so angry that it'd scared her, now he didn't want to go in.

"Looks like you're going to have to." Brennan said suddenly as she looked up and saw an older man coming out of the house, apparently wondering what they were doing there.

"Can I…" the man cut himself off when he saw who was in the driver seat.

"Seeley, what a surprise. What brings you around here?" he asked, to Brennan, if she had just hadn't known what Booth had told her, would have thought that he was just a nice old man.

Booth looked at him, frozen it seemed. He found it hard to speak and that all that he had wanted to say to this man was fading. Twenty-six years since it happened and he was still afraid of him, for Pete's sake he was a former Army sniper and an FBI agent, why was he afraid of this old man? He knew though, that he had to talk to him.