I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.

Packing

"Are we going to see Caroline today?"

"No, probably tomorrow, she needs to contact an artist to draw the sketch for you."

"Do you have any plans for today?"

"I wanted to take you to your house to get your things. Caroline has someone watching the house, and he still hasn't come back. Since he is independently wealthy, he has unlimited resources, so she doesn't think he will come home. They are also watching the roads leading to the house. We will be safe. Besides, I will never let anyone take you again."

"You can't guarantee that."

"Yes I can."

He walked over to where she was standing, and looked into her eyes.

"I will never let anyone touch you again. We will catch him, and when we do, I will make him sorry for what he did. Very sorry."

She looked into his eyes, and saw a ruthless determination. The look scared her, and she knew he could seriously harm someone if he wanted.

"Please don't hurt him."

She spoke in a voice that was almost a whisper.

"Why are you so concerned with what happens to him?"

"I don't understand it, but I still feel attached to him. I want to protect him for some reason."

Booth knew that most victims of brainwashing felt a desire to protect their kidnappers. It was a normal response, but it still made him extremely jealous. She was his, and he wanted her back.

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Brennan was very quiet as they drove toward her house.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm just nervous that he will be there, because I don't want to see him. I think it will be difficult to refuse him."

"I checked with the agents watching the house, he hasn't been back since you left. They think he moved to another location. They believe he may still be watching you, but he isn't here. Besides, he wouldn't approach you here, because it is so well protected. He will wait until you are alone."

"How will I ever get away from him?"

"You could come back to DC with me."

"But he could still follow me."

"Yes, but his name and picture is in all the airport databases. They would find him."

"He could drive."

"That's true, but we will have more protection there. Many people know you, and they will help. Besides, your team at the Jeffersonian is the best. They would find some way to track him, and then catch him."

"You always seem so confident. Don't you ever fail?"

"Not when it's this important."

He drove into her driveway, and he parked the car.

"This is where you lived?"

"Yes."

"It is beautiful here."

Booth got out of the car and looked around him. He wished he could provide her with something like this. He knew she was wealthy, but he hadn't touched her money since she disappeared. He moved to a smaller house, and paid all the bills on his own. Sometime it was difficult, but he did it. When she remembered, she would find all her money in her accounts.

The log cabin was nestled in the woods, with beautiful maple trees surrounding it. The yard was edged with flowers, and it reminded him of her garden at home. When they purchased their house, she had planted flowers all around the yard, with a few raised beds in the center.

He was surprised to see the same layout here, including the same flowers. He wondered if Ken knew how much the yard looked like her house at home.

"Did you plant the flowers?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"It looks like your garden at home. It's funny how much of the original Temperance came out in your life here. It only shows you that he didn't take it all away, just hid parts of you behind the drugs."

They walked into the house, and he again noticed Bones in the décor. She was evident in the colors and style, as well as the furniture. Everything was decorated in deep earthy tones, with splashes of color here and there. She also had a full wall of books that ranged from anthropological textbooks to mystery novels. As he was looking at the titles, he noticed one of her books.

"You have your own book here."

"What?"

"You're a writer, and this is one of your books. Didn't you ever notice how much you resemble the author?"

"I never thought about it. I thought she looked like me, but I knew it wasn't me, so I just ignored it."

"I'm a writer?"

"Yes, you write anthropological mysteries. What did you think of the story?"

"I liked it. They characters seemed so real to me."

Her eyes opened wide.

"Am I Temperance; and are you Andy?"

Booth turned and looked into her eyes before answering.

"Yes."

She turned away embarrassed, "Did we do all those things in the books?"

"Yes."

"Wow, Ken was never that imaginative. He wouldn't try them."

She was still turned away from him. He walked up to her until he was standing right behind her, leaned in and whispered his answer into her ear.

"It was a lot of fun."

She felt her pulse quicken, and goose bumps ran up her spine. She turned in his arms looking into his eyes.

"Really?"

"Definitely."

She leaned in until her lips met his, wanting to know what it was like to kiss him. He immediately pulled her close and deepened the kiss, his hunger for her taking over his self-control. As his tongue touched hers, he felt his body react and he pressed into her.

Her reaction to him scared her, and she quickly pulled away, breathing heavily. As he looked at her, he noticed a look of fear cross her features.

"I'm sorry."

"No, I did it. I never felt that way before. Was it always like that?"

"Yes, sometimes even better."

A flash of something entered her mind, but it was so fleeting and quick, it was gone before she could grasp hold of it.

He noticed an unusual look in her eyes.

"What happened?"

"I don't know; it's gone now."

"Was it a memory?"

"I'm not sure, something happened, but I don't understand it. Can I get my things now; I don't want Ken to come back."

"Ok, let's get this done."

She went to her room to pack her things, while he stood in the middle of the room already missing her touch. Wondering when he would get to hold her again.

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