Brennan, now, knows that the murderer knows her story and knows everything about her mother's death because it wouldn't be just a coincidence that he killed the father the same, exact way the mother was killed.

Booth was watching the vulnerable side of his Bones suffer and by doing that, he felt a sort of sword of scimitar piercing him and stabbing slowly into him 'til it reached his core. He wanted to be there for her in her harshest of times but, now, that he's watching her martyring and suffering, he wasn't quiet sure he wanted to see that side of her.

Angela was staring at the couple and, although she was supposed to be thinking of the current situation, she couldn't help but think they were as perfect as they could be. She tried to get head back to thinking of what was going on right this minute but she just couldn't take her eyes off them. She knew she ruined the second she has been dreaming of for four, long years.

That spectacular moment was already ruined and destroyed by Angela's entrance, now, Zach, the typical sqiunt, came in to list his findings on their victim or, from now on called, Max.

"The victim's wrist was disconnected from his arm but we still don't know what caused it. Still, the bleeding in the brain was the cause of death and we determined that the weapon used was the exact same one used on your mother. My conclusion, your mother's killer is your father's as well but we can't jump to conclusions, I'll go look for more damage on the bones that could help us find what caused the damage on the carpus. Do you need anything ." Zach finally looked up from the files that were filled with, what seemed to Booth, like useless papers. Zach then realized he blurted out words without thinking them over first. It was the second time today. The first thought that came to his head was visiting sweets and asking him for help on that point.

"Zach, was the the wrist broken or cut off?" Brennan woke from her reverie and was back to the crual reality awaiting her. She used to say that Booth's believes in love and life-lasting bonds were ridiculous and that they had no meaning, but now she understands the true meaning of it. She, now, understand's what it's like to love someone and lose them and it seems like all the time in the world, all of it, and not one more minute with the person you love. The person you've cherished your whole life. Even though they hurt you and caused you unhealed wounds and unforgettable pains that wont erase by time. She was feeling lonely, but there was always something, someone, that made her believe. Believe there is hope. Hope to live. Hope to go on and hold on 'til the last second. Taking all you can and all you can get but it still wasn't enough to keep the loved ones there forever. She learned this lesson in this one, memorable day. It is a day to remember.

"Cut off but, as I said before, we still haven't determined the cause of it yet but we're trying our very best." Zach was trying to help. Trying to be as useful as possible. He wasn't good with people, at all. He was Brennan's student. He learned everything from her and lack of socialism was one of them.

If the room wasn't 'squinty' enough, Hodgins entered with a similiar looking file but Booth knew it had something to do with bugs and...dirt. Unlike Zack's, which was filled with bones and...well, more bones.

"I found particulates that could lead us to where he was originally killed." Hoadgins wasn't the kind of guy who reads the facts staight out of the file, so it was only seconds until he realised that it wasn't the right time to say that. The first thing he did was harshly hit Zach on the arm. He knew Zach would simply tell that the mureder victim was Brennan's father. He knew he shouldn't have left him alone with her but at least Booth is here. It's up to him to fix everything.

"Did you find out where this place is?" Booth asked, with a sign in his eyes telling Hodgins that if the answer was no, he would be dead.

"Not yet." Hodgins was trying to ignore the look but couldn't. It was a terrifying look and he knew that Booth kept his word and this time was no difference.

The office was a little too full with squints and there was too much science involved when there should be more of emotions and feelings for the death of Brennan's father, but with all those scientist in here, it not possible. Still, cam didn't think so. She came in and had no idea the news reached the poor anthropologist. Cam came in with a file as well. Booth wondered why they all had to carry those weird looking files but got his mind off it in less than a second.

"There was very little flesh left and I couldn't really get anything out of it and I surely couldn't get enough for D.N.A." Cam thought she was doing her part perfectly in keeping the secret but what she never realize was that Brennan knew already.

"We know who the victim is Cam. It's my dad." 'My Dad', those two words caused her tears to fall down and she couldn't stop them. She drowned her head in Booth's chest again. Angela fell in love with the view once again and completely forgot what was going on. She then woke up and perceived that she needed to clear this room and rid it of squints. She turned around and saw those very 'squinty' looking faces and understood why she was never proud to be a squint.

"Okay people, shoo. We're all getting back to work," Angela turned to face Brennan," Except you sweetie, you can rest. You and your little F.B.I. friend there. " Angela turned and 'shooed' the squint aquad out of the way.

Two minutes of head-aching complaining and resisting, the squints gave up and left the office. It was then when Booth and Brennan got back to where they were but Brennan changed her mind about that moment. There will be a moment that she will break-free all her feelings and tell what was hiding inside all along, but it wasn't this one.

"Booth...can you take me homeplease. I'm having a very horrible headache." Brennan took an open palm and put it on her forehead to show that the pain was as horrible as it seems.

"Yeah sure, come on." Booth stood up so flawlessly as Brennan watched him and wished she could be half the flawless he is. He held out a hand for her to hold. It felt like it wasn't just a hand to help her get up a couch. She felt it was a hand saving her from the shaking grounds of the untrusted life that holds us an unpredictable future. She took his hand, putting all her trust in him. Putting her life in his hands and he didn't let her down. He held her with all his strength and stood her up. He put his hand on her lower back and motioned for the door. She walked with his trusted hand still holding on to hers.
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A/N: I'm so sorry. This chapter is shorter than the last ones but I was just too bust with school and my science and maths tests and I couldn't write much. I still hope you liked it and please. please, please review. I begged. =) oh...and the next chapter will be up a little bit late cause I'm really busy at the moment. so sorry. but check every once in a while. Maybe I'll get lucky and have time to write even a short chapter. =)