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"Do you need money?" Max asked, reaching for his wallet.

"No, Dad. Money is never an issue," Brennan answered. She paid for their tickets while Louis looked around the airport nervously. He kept thinking he saw Jerry everywhere.

"We'll be out of here soon," Brennan promised, seeing his distress.

"Will he find us?"

"If he does, I'll fix him," Max assured him. Louis didn't look very reassured. They went to sit and wait for their plane to be boarded. Brennan saw that Booth was trying to call her, and she ignored it. Max noticed, but he didn't comment. He trusted his daughter to know what she was doing. Before too long, they were aboard the plane and flying off to Paris.


Booth growled in frustration. Brennan hadn't been answering him all night. He knew she was angry at him, but why wasn't she answering when she knew that he knew Louis was missing?! He was going to go see how Hannah was doing, and then he was going to find Brennan. When he arrived at the hospital, the nurse directed him to Hannah's room. There was a woman in the room when he got there. She looked up at him.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi. Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Hailey," she answered. "Hannah's sister. I got a call..." She turned to look at Hannah sadly. "You must be Seeley."

"I'm sorry this happened," Booth said.

"It's not your fault. Just promise me the person who did this will get what they deserve," Hailey said bitterly.

"I'm working on it," Booth said. He went over to Hannah and brushed the hair out of her face.

"I gotta go to the bathroom," Hailey said after a moment. She left to give him some privacy. She knew he was Hannah's boyfriend. It was now almost midnight. To his surprise, Hannah stirred and opened her eyes.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," she replied. Her voice was husky.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been hit by a mack truck," she answered.

"Hannah, who did this to you?"

"Jerry," she answered. "I can only assume that you've gone to my work and figured that out already."

"I did. What did he want with Louis?"

"He said he was the boy's uncle. I believed him at first. Then things got weird. He didn't want the police involved, so I tried to back out of helping him. He threatened to hurt my sister and her family if I told anyone. I was supposed to give him Louis, but Louis ran away. That's why he hurt me," Hannah explained. "Is Louis okay?" She really wanted the boy to be okay.

"I don't know. Bones won't answer my calls," Booth replied. "I gotta go check on her."

"She's angry with me," Hannah commented. "She has every right to be."

"Hannah, I wish you had just told me," Booth said.

"I couldn't. Not without making sure my sister was safe, and she wouldn't go on a trip like I asked her to," Hannah argued.

"If you had told me what was going on, I would have," Hailey said, coming into the room. "Hannah, you dope. Why didn't you just tell me?"

"I didn't want to scare you," Hannah admitted.

"Is this guy still out there?"

"Yea."

"Well, go get him!" Hailey ordered. "I have things under control here."

"I'm on it," Booth nodded. "I have an agent from the FBI outside this room for protection."

"Please stay," Hannah said suddenly. "It's after midnight. You're not going to get anything accomplished right now. Just stay here with me for a bit and then go."

"All right," Booth agreed. He was exhausted. In a few hours, he would go to Brennan's apartment and make her talk to him. Hannah watched as got comfortable in the chair. She knew his heart would never be hers, it was written on his face. She knew that after tonight, they would no longer be a couple, whether he knew it or not. She was making the decision. Her sister would help her. She would go back overseas to work. Life would move on. Hannah didn't want to keep Booth from the person he was truly in love with. She just hoped that Brennan saw it too.


"Here we are," Brennan said, opening the door to Angela and Hodgin's condo in Paris. Max was exhausted. Louis was excited. He hadn't slept much on the plane.

"Can we go to my old home?" he asked, jumping.

"Let's have a little rest first," Brennan suggested.

"Hear, hear," Max groaned, heading to the spare bedroom.

"But I'm not tired," Louis said, laughing.

"I know, but I am, so I recommend you sleep too or at least lie down," Brennan said, smoothing his hair with her hand.

"Okay," he finally agreed. "Can I snuggle with you?"

"Sure." She found the master bedroom and crawled in with Louis curling up next to her. It was all she could ask for. Louis was safe. They would explore his homeland, and hopefully by the time they went home, the danger would have passed.


"Booth, you can't go after her," Cam said. "You don't even know where she went!" It was six in the morning, and the team was at work early to catch the chocolate killer. Booth had barged in and interrupted everything.

"I know where she went," he told her. He had an idea. When he had gone to her apartment an hour earlier, it had looked like a tornado had gone through it. The big poster in Louis' room that had Paris written all over it gave him the clue. He also knew it told Jerry where they were going too. Yes, Brennan had mocked his gut feelings before, but he was listening to it again for the second time that night/day. He ran to Angela's office where she was working. She looked up at him.

"What?"

"Where is she?"

"I can't say."

"Angela, Jerry is after them. I NEED to get to them."

"She's safe," Angela promised.

"Jerry is a very dangerous man, Ange, so tell me. NOW." He looked at her sharply. She sighed.

"She's staying at our old condo," she answered. She gave him the address.

"You just saved them both," Booth told her. He hurried out the building. He took the next flight to Paris, where he knew she had gone to hide. He spent the whole flight anxious to get there. Jerry might get to them first. That's what worried him the most.


"You must be Temperance," the woman said, smiling. Brennan stared. How on Earth did this woman know her? They were in the condo that Angela and Hodgins owned, and this woman randomly knocked on their door. She looked to be in her late twenties.

"And who are you?" Max demanded. Brennan knew he had a gun on him. He had disappeared after his nap for a while, and she knew he had gone to purchase one from a pawn shop most likely.

"I'm Francine," the woman replied. "Angela called and told me you were coming."

"I see," Brennan said, relaxing.

"You must be Louis," Francine went on. She beamed at the boy. Then she paused. There was something awfully familiar about him...

"Yup," Louis said proudly. "I'm from here."

"Really?" Francine asked, feeling more and more like she knew who this boy was.

"Yes. Louis was here for about three years before he and his family left," Brennan told her.

"How did he end up with you?" Francine asked.

"I found him alone on Maluku Islands. I adopted him."

"How lovely." Francine studied Louis' eyes. She knew those eyes. She herself had fallen under their charm once in a different time on a different man.

"We're off to go sightseeing," Max interrupted. He didn't like the way this woman was looking at Louis.

"You go," Brennan said. "I'll catch up."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. You're just going down to the creek aren't you?" There was a bit of a creek that ran in behind the condos. They had a good view of it from the back. They were six stories up after all.

"Yes."

"Okay. I'll meet you there."

Max left with Louis reluctantly.

"You know Louis," Brennan said to Francine once they were gone.

"H-how...what makes you say that?" she asked, nervous.

"The way you were looking at him. You recognize him," Brennan said. "It's okay."

"I...I think I know who his father is."

"Is this them?" Brennan asked, pulling out the newspaper article she'd printed off in Angela's office that day. It felt so long ago now. Francine took it gingerly and looked at it. Then she covered her mouth with her hand.

"Yes," she cried, nodding. "Those are his parents. That's Adrian!"

"And Angelique," Brennan added.

"Yes. Did you know them?"

"Know them? I was in love with Adrian all through college. He came here from Greece because he wanted to spread his wings and travel away from home."

"What happened?"

"I...I was too afraid to tell him how I felt. He met my roommate and friend, Angelique, and they fell in love. Who was I to intrude on that?"

"You must have been very hurt."

"I was sad, yes, but I loved him. I loved her too. She became like a sister to me. They got married here and had Louis. Two years later, they were murdered," Francine broke off. Her eyes filled with tears. "Such a waste. They were so young."

"How young?"

"Twenty two. I'm twenty eight now. Louis is six now, yes?"

"He is."

"He looks so much like his father," Francine whispered. Brennan had the desire to know everything about Louis' real parents just then, and this was her chance.

"Tell me about them," she said. Francine looked at her.

"What do you mean?"

"I want to know what they liked and disliked. Favorite hobbies. Skills. Anything. I want to know Louis' heritage. I want him to know who he is and who he came from."

"Of course. Come over and we'll have some tea, hmm?"


Jerry knew where they were. He had ransacked the doctor's apartment after they left and discovered that the boy wanted to go back to Paris. Why else did he have a box full of Paris stuff and a huge photo of the Eiffel Tower on his wall? He'd heard the kid crying about going home too when he'd followed them home. It had been pure luck that he spotted them at that diner. He hadn't attacked because the guy had been with them. He hadn't liked the look of him, so he waited until they left to do his work. He had waited to take a different flight so as not to alert the boy that he was following them. It had been easy to avoid the FBI agent man. He'd recognized him from the photo in Hannah's wallet and made sure he sat far away from him. The guy was so disoriented in this country that Jerry had been able to slip away unnoticed. Now, he was going to find the doctor, the man, and the boy, and they were on his turf, his territory. They were not going to be safe for long. It hadn't taken much to ask around about American citizens with a young curly haired boy with a limp. Cabbies were great at giving information. Jerry looked up at the condo near the top. That's where they were. It was time to introduce himself.


Max and Louis wandered a ways away from the creek since Brennan didn't come down. Max assumed she was having a conversation with Francine. They waited a few moments before Louis posed the question of exploring. There was something about this place that was familiar.

"Can we walk?" he asked Max suddenly.

"Lead the way," Max replied, gesturing. Louis kept walking alongside the creek until they reached a small clearing with a large tree on it. Swaying in the wind, was a swing.

"This is it," he breathed. Then he ran towards it. Max followed.

"What's what?" he asked, curious.

"The swing from my memory!" Louis called, pumping his legs hard. He could see it all over again. A man who wasn't his Papa was laughing while a woman who wasn't his Mama was pushing and encouraging him to pump harder and hang on tight. It puzzled him. Who were they? Max watched the boy carefully. He could see something going on behind his eyes, but he didn't know what.

"Can you push me?" Louis asked.

"Sure," Max agreed, getting behind him. They stayed for a little while until Louis grew tired of swinging.

"You ready to go back?" Max asked as Louis slowed to a stop.

"Yea." Louis hopped off the swing. Together they walked back to the condo, holding hands.


Booth landed in Paris and immediately felt out of place. He didn't understand French, so getting directions was rather difficult. Thankfully, he met a bilingual gentleman who graciously helped him get a cab and give directions to Angela and Hodgins' condo to the cabbie. He jiggled his legs nervously on the ride there. He hoped Brennan wouldn't be too angry that he'd come here. He hoped he had beaten Jerry. He felt sick. Something wasn't right.

"Can you hurry up?" he asked the cabbie, who looked at him and shrugged. Booth sighed and fell back in his seat.


Brennan was with Francine when they heard the scream from inside the hallway. Both women leaped to their feet and ran to the door.

"It's Jerry!" Francine gasped.

"No!" Brennan screamed. Max had been knocked down, and Jerry was dragging the boy into Angela and Hodgins' condo. Brennan raced to the door and yanked it open. Max struggled to get up and hurried after her. He was pissed that this guy had had the jump on him. He pulled his gun out of his waistline and went in after Brennan. Francine hurried to call the police. Once inside, Max saw that things were bad. Jerry had the boy. He was saying a lot of threatening things. Max saw the look on Brennan's face. The terror.

"Put the boy down," Max ordered. Louis was shouting and kicking, making Jerry have a difficult time holding him.

"No," Jerry said. "He needs to go. Like his good for nothing parents."

"MAMA!" Louis screamed.

"Dad, do something!" Brennan shrieked at him.

"I'm trying. I can't just shoot him," Max said. Jerry was laughing now.

"I know you won't miss," Brennan snapped, still looking.

"He's got a moving target in his arms, Tempe. It's harder than it looks," he told her. Jerry moved to the balcony.

"Dad, he's gonna drop him!" Brennan shouted.

"Jerry," Max said. "You don't wanna do that."

"Oh, but I do," Jerry said. Max worried now. They were six stories up. The boy would die if he was dropped. Brennan's crying was not helping him focus.

"What do you want?" Brennan asked suddenly. "Money? I have loads of it. You can have it all."

"I don't want anything from you," Jerry snarled. "I'm just finishing a job I started a long time ago."

"Jerry..." Max started.

"AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" Jerry screamed. Louis had chomped down onto his hand and was biting very hard. Jerry dropped him, screaming in pain. Louis crawled over to hide behind the couch. Jerry moved to shoot him, but Max was first. Jerry dropped like a stone onto the balcony. Louis had covered his ears and screamed.

"Dad," Brennan started. The doors burst open, and policemen and women swarmed the room. They pointed their guns at Max, who lowered his and dropped it to the ground.

"Hey!" Brennan shouted when they handcuffed him.

"It's all right," Max said. "They have to do this."

"But-"

"Just bail me out. There's enough evidence he was hurting Louis. It'll be all right," Max said as they led him away. A policewoman began talking to Brennan, who tried to explain what had happened. That's when she heard yelling from down on the street.

"I am FBI! Here's my badge!"

"Booth?" she said, sticking her head out the window.

"Ma'am?" the officer said.

"That's my friend! He's FBI, you can't arrest him," Brennan said.

"He was holding a gun and aiming it at your friend here," the officer said, gesturing to Jerry. "If he's innocent, he'll be free in a few hours."

"He was going to kill my son," Brennan said. The officer saw Louis then, and her eyes almost popped out of her head.

"Louis Doukas," she whispered. "My God."

"You knew his parents?" Brennan asked.

"Yes. I've been trying to solve this mystery for four years. I can't believe he's alive. He's your son you said?"

"Yes, I adopted him. Here, I have papers," Brennan said, showing her. The officer looked at them.

"Bless your soul," she said. "I'm so glad this boy has a happy ending after all."

"Who took him?" Brennan asked.

"Drug addicts who owed this man a lot of money," the officer explained, gesturing to Jerry. She finally recognized him. "They were nobodies. Well, the woman was his sister actually. We believe they fled the country to avoid being killed."

"Why did they murder his parents?"

"They didn't. Jerry did. See, he was in love with Angelique, and they had dated a while before she met Adrian. She had broken up with him because of his violent nature. She wouldn't take him back. My guess is they moved around a lot to avoid him, but he eventually caught up to them. I don't know if he knew about Louis. Anyhow, we pieced it together about a year after the murders, but he escaped Paris and had been on the run ever since. Good riddance I say. I expect your father will be released soon as there are a lot of witnesses who saw what happened."

"But how did it turn out that Louis was kidnapped? I'm confused," Brennan said.

"The drug addicts were renting the bottom half of their house," the officer explained. "The woman, Jerry's sister, had become friends with Angelique when she and Jerry used to date, and Angelique felt bad for them and gave them a place to stay according to a Francine, who was also a friend of the family. My guess is they were watching Louis when Jerry came and killed them."

"But Louis knows Jerry. How is that possible?"

"I can explain," Louis said quietly from where he was hiding. Brennan whirled around.

"Go ahead," the officer gestured. Louis crawled out and stood up.

"Mama and Papa were always nervous here. I remember that. I also remember Mama changing how I looked. She would get angry at me if I asked her why. They kept getting sick, and she would call Uncle Jerry to come watch me. I heard her and Papa fighting about it, and Mama would always say that Jerry wouldn't recognize me. She told me to never look Jerry right in the eyes. I never knew what that meant."

"That would be from the drugs," the officer explained to Brennan. "The being sick part."

"And Jerry would recognize Adrian's eyes," Brennan clued in.

"Anyway," Louis went on. "Jerry seemed nice, but then one day he came over and yelled at my parents that I was 'Angelique's Boy,' and I didn't know what he meant. He got real mad and threw stuff. Mama and Papa called the police, which made Uncle Jerry run away. Then suddenly we were going on an adventure."

"To Maluku," Brennan nodded.

"Yea." He looked at her sadly. "I'm sorry I left that stuff out when we first met. They made we swear not to tell, like with my leg." Louis was feeling all kinds of mixed things having just heard that his real parents had been murdered too, and he was finally understanding that his Mama and Papa were not his real parents, that they abused him to keep him from going out of their sight out of fear that Jerry would find him and kill him. It made him feel sad towards them. He came to the conclusion that the man and woman from his swing memory must have been his real parents. He wished he could remember them better.

"It's okay, Louis," Brennan reassured him, bending down to hug him.

"They weren't always so mean," Louis said quietly. Brennan recalled the happy family photo she had taken and then put back. She started thinking that perhaps the reason they didn't want Louis to run away was because of Jerry. Brennan still felt angry towards them. There were better ways of keeping a child safe than by physically hurting him. She turned to the officer after a moment.

"Can I go see my Dad and my friend now?"

"Of course. Right after we finish up your statement."


Booth was arguing with Max in their shared cell.

"It was my shot," Booth said.

"No, it was mine," Max responded. "I may be older, but I am still fast."

"I'm telling you, my bullet got to him first," Booth argued. A noise at the door startled them.

"Are you about done?" Brennan asked. The guard came along with the keys.

"You are free to go," the guard said. Booth hurried over to her, and she hugged him tightly. She hugged Max too.

"Thanks, Dad," she whispered. "I know it was your shot that got him."

"Thanks, Tempe," Max grinned. "If you'll excuse me, I really need a drink." He went off to find a bar of some kind to gather his thoughts and to give his daughter and that FBI agent some time alone.

"How'd you do it?" he asked as they walked out of the jail. "Bail us out I mean?"

"Witnesses from below saw that Jerry was going to drop Louis, that it was self-defense. The police also have been trying to capture him for years for murdering Louis' real parents. Oh, and Louis' bite on his hand also proved he was being held against his will," Brennan stated.

"Where is he? Louis?" Booth asked, looking around.

"He's with Francine," Brennan explained. "His biological mother's best friend."

"Okay," Booth nodded. He looked at Brennan then. "I am sorry, Bones. About everything."

"Don't be."

"But I am."

"Booth, I know you love Hannah," Brennan said, smiling sadly. "It's okay."

"It doesn't feel okay," he said, stopping suddenly. They stood on the sidewalk as the sky released a gentle rain.

"It really is okay. Go home, Booth. Go home to Hannah."

But I don't want to, Booth thought. Brennan looked at him as though she was reading his mind. Her eyes were begging him to just let it go, not to get into it here.

"All right," he said after a while. "You sure you're okay here?"

"Yea. We're just gonna spend some more time visiting places before we come home," Brennan replied. "I'll see you in a week or two."

"Okay."

"Bye, Booth."

"Bye, Bones."

Booth felt empty as he hailed a cab to take him to the airport. He looked back at Brennan standing on the curb, waving sadly. He had no idea what his future held. He couldn't believe that it wasn't going to be with her.


Francine watched Louis go through the photo album. His eyes were shining.

"These are really my parents?" he asked, looking up at her.

"Yes," she answered. He smiled then.

"They're happy," he noted. He was currently looking at a photo where Angelique and Adrian were holding Louis between them and laughing at the camera while Louis was grinning up at his mother.

"They certainly were," Francine agreed.

"Did you know them well?"

"They were my best friends."

"Can you tell me stories?" Louis asked hopefully. Francine nodded.

"I'll tell you my favorite," Francine said.

"Which one is that?"

"The one where your father met your mother." Francine launched into the story, explaining how Adrian had entered Angelique's classroom by mistake and caused confusion. Embarrassed, he had run out, but Angelique looked for him all day until she found him. They went for coffee, and sparks flew. Louis noticed Francine's eyes were wet when she finished.

"Can I have this?" Louis asked, pointing at the one picture.

"Sweetheart, you can have the whole book," Francine said. "You need it more than I do."

"Wow," Louis breathed. He looked down at the book again. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, dear. Just remember that they were happy and in love, and they very much loved you."

"I will."


A Week Later

"Does it ever bother you?" Brennan asked Cam. They were heading out the door from work together after Brennan's first day back.

"What?"

"That you never knew Michelle's mother?"

"Sometimes," Cam admitted. "I mean, I know Michelle loves me, but I wish I could know what her mother was like so I could know if Michelle took after her, you know? Her smile. Her laugh. The way she tosses her hair when she's nervous. I will never know."

"Francine gave me some answers," Brennan told her. "She was friends with Adrian and Angelique. I found it helpful. She also gave Louis a photo album of pictures of his parents. She is currently writing a journal with everything she knows about them for Louis. I expect she'll send it soon."

"It's not the same as knowing them personally, but it does help a lot," Cam agreed. "I wish I knew some of Michelle's mother's friends."

"Do you ever find it hard? That you're the adopted mother?"

"A little, but I know Michelle loves me. I'm sure Louis loves you."

"I think he does. He says he does. I just feel like I won't make a very good mother to him at times."

"Dr. Brennan, I disagree. You saved him and took him in and are raising him. That takes a lot of strength and bravery. Don't ever feel that you aren't a good mother."

"I almost killed him with peanut butter..."

"You didn't know! Even biological mothers make mistakes. Dr. Brennan, take a deep breath and let it go. Trust me. We're not perfect parents. We do the best we can. You will be just fine," Cam told her, smiling. She patted Brennan's shoulder and walked out the door. Brennan felt a sense of pride then, that she was indeed a good mother. She could do this. She went to her car and got in. She had a son to pick up from school.


"Hannah?" Booth called, setting down his keys and phone on the counter. There was no answer from within his apartment. He looked around, noticing that her things were missing. He frowned, puzzled. He didn't think she was going off to work so soon. However, she was a tough woman, so it didn't surprise him. He was a little disappointed she didn't say goodbye in person, though. Then he saw the letter on the table. He picked it up and opened it, seeing Hannah's handwriting.

Seeley,

I wish I had a better way of saying this, but here goes. I think we should let go of each other. You are a very good man, and I love you, but I know that deep down, you're in love with someone else. I couldn't help but see that this past week and in the weeks before. That's okay. Really. No, really. Yes, Seeley, really. Stop arguing with me! (I'm assuming you're disagreeing with me like you always do). Anyway, I really, truly think you should be with the person you are so in love with. Go after her, Seeley. Don't give up, and when you get her, don't let her go. I'll always hold a special place for you in my heart, but please, don't miss out because you think you truly love me. Don't lie to yourself. I wish you all the best, and I hope one day we can see each other again and have a coffee as good friends. Take care.

Hannah

Booth folded the letter back up and dropped it on the table. So she was gone. He looked around again. She knew about his secret feelings for Brennan. Had she always known? Had he? Was she right? He grabbed his keys and headed for his SUV. He needed to find out.


Louis was giggling on the swings with Parker as Brennan watched when Booth walked up to her. He'd known where to find her from Rebecca, who had dropped Parker off at the park. Ever since Paris, Louis seemed to have a permanent grin on his face.

"May I?" Booth asked, gesturing beside her.

"Of course."

He sat, getting comfortable. He watched the boys play for a bit.

"Bones, I have something to say," he started.

"Okay," she nodded.

"I love you," he confessed. "I still do. I never stopped."

"I know," she said.

"I realize you probably still feel the same way as the first time I told you..."

"I don't," she cut him off. "Booth, when you came home with Hannah...that cut me like a knife. I realized then that I loved you. I think I always have in some way. I just didn't allow myself to fully feel it. Louis helped me to feel love. I'm ready, Booth. To love you." He grinned at her slowly as he finally heard the words he'd been dying to hear.

"So now what?" he asked.

"I think this is the part where you kiss me," Brennan smiled.

"Hmm, well, if you say so," he teased. He pulled her in close, savoring the moment. When his lips finally met hers, it was like an explosion.

"Ewww!" Parker and Louis both shouted. Brennan pulled back, laughing.

"Way to ruin the moment, guys," Booth called to them. They waved and laughed before turning to preoccupy themselves with something else.

"You know what is great about moments?" Brennan asked, her eyes twinkling.

"What?"

"You can do them again."

"Ahh," he grinned. She leaned in and kissed him again. It was soft and warm and wonderful.

"So, we're gonna do this?" he asked after. "You and me?"

"Me and you," she nodded. "And Louis."

"I love Louis too," Booth said.

"I know you do."

She rested her head against his shoulder as he put his arm around her. They watched the boys play as the sun began to go down and a new chapter of their lives stretched out before them. Nothing could ever be more perfect.

The End


Message from me, FictionWriter91: Honestly, there is no way to explain the feeling of finishing a story. It's wonderful. I've really enjoyed co-writing this story and sharing it with you all. Thank you to I Love Kol Miakelson for approaching me with this fantastic idea and giving more ideas as we went along. You have a brilliant mind! Thank you to all the readers out there who took the time to follow along with us. I hope you enjoyed the ride. I know I did! All the best, and I hope to see y'all again in the future ;)

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