A/N: Very sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out. Hope you enjoy!

"Booth….where are we going? I want to get to the Jeffersonian, they all must be so upset, they have to be told Booth!" she insisted, gesturing that he turn back towards the direction towards the museum.

"We have to go tell your Dad first Bones. Then we'll go get the rest squared away." Booth stated, glancing over at her from time to time. His heart skipping a beat each time.

Bones didn't protest. She sat back in the seat and was quiet for a few minutes, watching scenery go by.

"It was rather unpleasant. Wasn't it?" she said finally, her eyes meeting his briefly.

"What was?" he wondered aloud, then understanding her meaning. Suddenly, remembering the pain, he felt that lump return to his throat, just reliving the pain for that one brief moment.

"Yeah, it was Bones. It was horrible."

Thinking a moment, realization dawned on him why she would say such a thing. She had to go through a similar experience when he'd faked his death for the FBI.

"I guess I didn't know what you went through before Bones. I'm sorry you had to feel that way" he attempted to sooth her.

"I was fine. I am very good at compartmentalizing. I had dealt with your death and moved on." She insisted.

"Bones, this is me. Your partner…more than your partner. I know, Bones. I know it hurt. I know the pain you felt. I went through the same thing"

She said nothing, withdrawing in.

Finally reaching their destination, they hurried up to her fathers apartment. Max Brennan lived in a small apartment complex, outside of town, in a residential area. Booth knocked on the door, "Max! Max, open up, its Booth!"

After a pause, footsteps could be heard, a lock disengaged, and the door swung inward.

"Booth, I-" Max stopped short, shocked to see his daughter, whom he thought he'd lost.

"Tempe, honey!" he pulled her into a tight hug.

"What happened? You were declared dead, are you okay?" he demanded, his eyes looking her over for injury.

"Dad, I'm fine. I'd given my cell phone and some money to a young woman and she took my place on the transport. I ended up staying a bit longer than anticipated, then the tropical storm knocked out all communication, so I was unable to contact anyone. I'd had no idea that everyone thought I was dead, Dad, I am so sorry" she said, with genuine sorrow in her voice. She glanced at Booth through watery eyes.

"So long as your okay now honey, that's all that matters. But next time, can you make sure you let us know you're going to be delayed, okay?" he said, pulling back from her, his hands on her shoulders.

"I will Dad. We have to go Dad, I have to get to the Jeffersonian and tell them. Then all the paperwork of proving I am not in fact dead, but alive, you understand…" she trailed off, heading back to the door.

"Yeah, I understand. Call me?" he asked, as she exited his apartment

"She will" Booth answered for her

As they got back in to Booths SUV, he started the engine and then just sat there a moment, looking at her.

"Booth? What are you doing?" she asked, brow furrowed "We have to go"

"When are we going to talk about the white elephant?" he said softly

"Elephant? Booth, elephants are not white. What are you talking about?" she wondered, then something shifted in her eyes.

He saw that she understood, and waited.

"Oh. That white elephant" she responded.

She was quiet for a moment, and he let her gather her thoughts. Not wanting to push too hard, but unwilling to give in either, he waited.

Finally, she reached over and took his hand.

"Remember a while back, you said that everything happens eventually?" she began hesitantly

"Yeah, I remember Bones" he said, his heart beat increasing, his grip on her hand tight.

"Well…..I think that this is the eventually to which you referred" she said with a smile.