okay the next chapter that i promised.

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Emma beat on the door for five minutes. All she heard was James chuckling just beyond them. She sighed, knowing she had to get out, and bring the little boy with her. The only window she had was at the top of her wall. She knew she had to try. She grabbed books and chairs and her desk and bed--anything she could find in her room--and began stacking. After about thirty minutes she had a tower with which she could climb out of her window with. She began to climb, slipping several times on the way to the top. She finally made it and opened the window. The wind outside blew her tower down, with everything crashing to the floor. Emma held onto the window ledge and slowly climbed out of it. The next problem was how to get down. She saw a pile of leaves that she had collected and forgot to bag. She closed her eyes and prayed before jumping.

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Brennan opened the door to her office, and sat down. Booth had dropped her off, with the promise of hot food when he came back. She opened her laptop and looked at the evidence again. She had no idea where Emma Davidson lived. She knew everything about the case except for that. Emma Davidson didn't even want to know her family. She didn't care. Brennan sighed. Maybe it was better that way. That way, Emma's parents could still be herioc, like Brennan's used to be before she found out the truth.

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Emma landed in the pile of leaves, and heard no loud cracking, so even though her whole body ache, she assumed nothing was broken. She walked around the house, trying to decide where the little boy was. Suddenly, she stopped in front of a window. She peered into the living room. She saw him fast asleep on the sofa. She knew she had to get him and run. She found a rock and smashed open the window. The boy instantly shot up.

"Daddy?" Parker asked.

"No Parker. It's me, Emma. I am going to take you to your daddy." She smiled.

Parker smiled back, and took her hand. "Do you promise?" He asked.

"Yes..." Emma said. "Come with me."

At that moment Emma heard the door being unlocked. She quickly scooped up Parker and darted out of the window. She ran into the forest and watched as James walked around the room, confused. "DAMN YOU EMMA!" James shouted at the top of his lungs.

Emma hugged Parker tightly and ran down the road.

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Booth sighed as he checked his message for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. There was no news of Parker. He wanted to be there for Brennan--she needed him--but he wanted to know his son was okay. As he walked into Brennan's office, he found her staring at Maria's file.

"Hey Bones." Booth said.

Brennan smiled. "Hey, any news on Parker?" She asked.

"Nope, any new info on the case?" Booth asked.

"No." Brennan said in a tired voice.

They both sighed and looked at the food Booth had brought.

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Emma walked for about ten minutes, when she saw a taxi. She hailed it and got in the car. "Where to ma'am?" The driver asked.

"The Jeffersonian, please." She said. She didn't know about the FBI agent, but she had recognized the scientist. She knew she worked there.

"Sure thing ma'am, but that will take a while." He said, as if asking if she had enough money.

"I have fifty dollars. Take me to the Jeffersonian or as far as that wil ltake me." She said.

The driver nodded. The drive was silent. Emma had calmed Parker and he was sleeping on her lap. Thirty minutes later she tossed him the fifty dollar bill and darted out of the taxi. There were still ten miles before they would reach the Jeffersonian. She sighed and picked up Parker and began walking.

The wind blew in her face, and still felt sore from her fall. She fell, and cut her lip. She sucked on her lip, trying to stop the blood flow. Finally she made it to the Jeffersonian. She directed herself to the area she assumed the scientist would work. She walked into the doors, and began walking again. Parker woke up, and she let him walk beside her, slightly leaning on him for support.

Finally she saw the scientist. She was in a room, eating and talking to the agent. Parker couldn't see yet, but Emma encouraged him to continue walking. She finally made it to the room.

"Daddy!" Parker yelled and ran towards the agent.

"Parker?" Booth asked in surprise. He caught his son in a huge embrace and held him close to his chest. Parker was okay.

Emma walked up to the door, and held herself up by the doorway. "He's okay. Your son--he's okay." She said before collapsing on the floor.

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