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"What?" Brennan grinned when she noticed Booth was staring at her with a goofy expression on his face. He was lying next to her in the bed and resting his head on his left hand, while appreciating the beautiful woman lying on her back, her hair in a lovely mess around his white pillow.

Booth hadn't felt so genuinely happy and fulfilled like that in longer than he could remember. For the past couple of years, he felt he was leaving with only one half of him, and now he finally felt complete. He felt renewed. He felt strong. And, more than anything, he felt loved.

He smiled and touched her face with his right hand.

"I'm just trying to convince myself this is real." Booth tilted his head to kiss her mouth.

"Since I remember quite well how we ended up here, I doubt this is a dream." She smiled, raising her hand to touch his cheek tenderly.

"I fear that when we leave this bed and come back to reality, all this is going to fade away." He said, concern suddenly taking over his handsome face.

"Booth." Brennan said seriously and looking into his eyes. "I'm not going anywhere this time." She knew what he feared. Even if he didn't mention it with these exact words, she knew he was afraid she would leave him again. That was what she did the previous times he opened up about his feelings for her. She ran away. Instead of dealing with her own feelings, she chose the coward way and fled to somewhere he wouldn't be able to contact her. She wouldn't do that now. Not again. "I learnt my lesson. When you came back and told me you were engaged to Hannah, I had some rather unpleasant feelings about her." She pursed her lips. "And I have to admit I had quite malicious thoughts about her too, even though she didn't do anything to me directly that could provoke that." She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and looked away embarrassed. "It was totally irrational, but I couldn't help it. I didn't enjoy seeing you fussing all over her."

He grinned.

"Don't smile like that." She pouted. "It was very mean of you to tell me you were in love with her."

"I told you it was only to annoy you, because I was hurt." He explained again, his eyes not leaving hers.

"Well, it was still not nice."

"You were jealous." He teased and tickled her nose. "Even though there was no reason to, because I've already told you I've never forgotten you, much less was able to stop loving you any of that time, even if I tried really hard."

He gave her his best charming smile but she wouldn't let him win.

"I will not start the discussion about how you loving me and being engaged to someone else was very wrong because I really don't want to spoil this moment." She said and he decided not to remind her she was the one who brought that subject up. Especially since she moved closer to him and started brushing his torso with her long and delicate fingers. "And I was not jealous."

"You totally were." Booth lied on his back with a victorious grin, enjoying the touch of her hands. "You were dying of jealousy."

"That is so untrue!" She stopped the caressing and rolled on the mattress so she could face him. "Wait." She said as she remembered something. "You were jealous of Tommy!" She pointed her index finger to his face accusingly.

How did she know that?

"Angela informed me." Brennan said pretentiously, knowing what he was wondering about.

Of course…

"Well…" He said, taking the finger she was pointing at him in his mouth and sucking it. "I didn't like the thought of another man touching my Bones. I didn't know he was a baby and actually my son..." His lips traveled down to her arm and she let out a soft moan. "And yes… I was jealous." His arms wrapped around her body and brought it closer to his, running his fingers up and down on her back. "I'm man enough to admit it, you know, unlike other people." He said defiantly before smacking a kiss on her mouth and stopping the sweet torture he was giving her.

Brennan pouted. She was enjoying it very much.

"If that was the truth, I would admit it." She said and he grinned, crossing his arms and resting his head on them. Brennan frowned. She didn't want his arms occupied with his head. There was a pillow for that. "Fine." She admitted stubbornly and rolled her eyes. "Maybe I was a little jealous…"

"A little?" He smirked amused.

She shot him a crooked smile and leaned down on his body. "Maybe more than a little…" She said huskily on his ear, making him shiver below her. She smiled. She loved the reactions she could get from him with only one touch. "They were certainly rather uncomfortable feelings I'd prefer not to experience again."

"I assure you, babe, you won't have any reasons to feel jealous from now on." He said and grabbed her unexpectedly, and before she knew it, he was on the top of her again.

"I do like the sound of that." She grinned.

And then again, he pleasantly hushed her with a kiss.

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"We should go back to my apartment." Brennan said when Booth lied next to her completely exhausted, but never feeling so happy, after their very eventful night.

"Why? We can go back tomorrow." He pouted. He didn't want to leave that bed. Not for the next ten hours at least. He turned around and spooned her, rubbing his face on her neck and making her chuckle.

"As much as I'd love to stay here, it's already…" She looked up at the shining clock on the bedside table near her. "4:47. I promised Angela I'd be back tonight. Besides, I'd hate to spend the whole night away from Tommy."

"He's sleeping. He won't be awake for at least the next three hours. Why don't we take a little rest and then go to your house in a couple of hours, uh?" He suggested, his eyes already closing. "I bet he wouldn't mind Mommy and Daddy having a little bit of fun while he is sleeping."

"Booth." Brennan turned around and told him softly. "I have to go. If you prefer, I can take a cab."

That awoke him in a second. "Of course not! I'll take you home."

"Great." She smiled and stood up, starting to grab her clothes from the floor, which were spread all around his bedroom. "Did you see my bra?"

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The drive to Brennan's apartment that time of the night didn't take long, since there was no traffic at all at five am, apart from some people coming back home from nightclubs or parties and a few people who were already going to work. But in less than fifteen minutes, they were standing in front of her door.

"Be quiet. They are probably sleeping." Brennan murmured before opening the door.

"Angela and Hodgins?" Booth snorted a laugh. "I wouldn't doubt if they were-"

He didn't finish his sentence when he noticed Brennan's warning look.

After unlocking the door, she silently took off her shoes – having a moment of pleasure once her feet were free from the killing heels – and entered the leaving room.

The apartment was completely in silence and Brennan was surprised to see that the light she used left turned on in the bathroom was turned off. The place was completely dark apart from the moonlight coming from the windows.

"I'll check on Tommy." Brennan whispered and tip toed to the baby's room.

Booth decided to follow her, but took the other way to turn on a lamp, but before he could reach the plug, he stumbled on something on the floor.

Cursing silently whatever it was that Angela or Hodgins left there, he tried to stand up again, only to realize the thing he stumbled over wasn't a what, but a whom.

Did Hodgins fall asleep on the floor?

Well… he wouldn't doubt it if he was reading one of his squinty books…

Those things were probably the best somniferous in the world…

As soon as he was able to turn on the lamp, a scary scream came from inside the apartment.

"BOOTH!" Brennan's voice sounded desperate. "They are not here!"

But Booth couldn't answer her right away because he was speechless looking at the body standing on the floor. He was used to see unconscious people and even creepy bodies lying in the most uncommon places, but none of those people had been one of his closest friends.

Jack Hodgins did not accidently feel asleep on the floor while reading a boring book, he had been knocked out. And by the looks of it, he had been knocked out pretty badly, because his face was covered by the blood coming out of his hurt eyebrow.

"I- I found Hodgins." Booth was able to say, not wanting to think where his son and Angela could possibly be. "Bones… please, don't freak out."

As if anything could freak her out more than finding her baby's nursery empty.

"HODGINS!" She screamed and was kneeled next to him and checking his pulse in record time.

Booth felt stupid for just staying there dumbfound instead of actually doing something to help his friend.

"He- he's alive. He'd lost a lot of blood, but I think he will survive." Her shaking hands traveled down his body trying to find more wounds. "Booth!" She shouted. "Call an ambulance!"

"Sure." He shook his head, trying to put everything that was happening together and dialing 911.

"Hodgins." Brennan slapped her friend's face trying to wake him up. Her heart was beating like crazy inside her chest. Angela nor Tommy were not there and she was trying to keep positive about what could have happened to them. Maybe they were able to run away from whoever did that to Hodgins… maybe they were safe. "Hodgins, please." Tears run down her cheek. "Please, wake up!"

"Tommy and Angela?" Booth asked with his heart tight on his chest, almost fearing her answer.

She just shook her head, biting her lip trying to not lose it before she knew what happened. Wasn't she the one who always said to not just to conclusions and start worrying before knowing all the facts?

The fact alone that they were not there seriously hurt or, good God, dead, was already a positive thing, right?

"Angela… Tommy…" Hodgins moaned, not able to open his eyes. "He… he took them…"

"Who, Hodgins?" Brennan asked desperately. "Who took them?"

"He took them and I couldn't do anything." Hodgins started sobbing and Booth wondered if he was really conscious or just raving. "I couldn't do anything…"

"Who is he? Who?" Brennan started shaking the entomologist and Booth bent down behind her, placing his hands gently on her shoulders.

"Bones, why don't you go inside and try to find any hint whoever was here and took them might have left behind while I take care of Hodgins here?" Booth said, as calmly as he could at the moment. Brennan was already starting to lose it and he knew someone had to stay calm, even if he felt like pulling out his hair at the moment.

She nodded her head and stood up, completely bewildered.

Someone took her baby… her baby might be in danger…

A white envelope addressed to her was lying on her bed, where the kidnapper certainly knew she would find easily.

Feeling nauseated, she opened the letter, only to drop in on the floor after reading it, her entire body shaking so much she wasn't able to stay up on her feet.

How could her perfect night turn into a horrific nightmare so suddenly?

Why couldn't she enjoy a moment of happiness?

"BOOTH!" She finally found and voice and cried between her sobs.

"Found something?" He was on her doorframe almost in a second.

All she could do was point at the letter, still on the floor.

Fearing what he was about to read, Booth took the letter and started reading the words written in a very neat handwriting.

I told you this wasn't over, Dr. Brennan.

You took my most important thing away from me, now I took yours.

You will see your son again when I have my freedom back.

The letter wasn't signed, but Booth didn't have doubts about who it was. He was present when she threatened Brennan in the court, right after the judge gave the final verdict. He saw her vindictive eyes when she looked at his partner.

His attention was back to Brennan when he realized she was trying to tell something to him between her sobs.

"It was her… Booth… the Gravedigger… she took Tommy."

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