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Awakening suddenly, Booth heaved over and stared at Brennan. Breathing hard, he realized that he'd had the dream he hated the most. Watching his lover breathing quietly, her face smooth and almost childlike in sleep, he finally felt his racing heart return to a normal rhythm. Shaking his head, he laid back and stared at the ceiling, telling himself over and over that it had just been a dream. Unable to remain still, he finally slid out of bed and walked out into the living room. Sitting down on the couch, he stared at the dark television screen debating whether or not to turn the television on. Leaning back on the couch, he closed his eyes and once again saw the end of his dream.

Sitting up, he opened his eyes to see Brennan staring at him in concern, "What's wrong, Booth?"

Booth shook his head and tried to assure her, "It's okay Bones. I didn't mean to wake you up. Why don't you go back to bed. I'm just having a bad night, I guess."

Her concern growing, she walked over to the couch and sat down next to her boyfriend. "Did you have a dream about Iraq? I know that's your worse dream and it upsets you."

Shaking his head, Booth placed his arm around Brennan's shoulders and felt peace settle upon him as she leaned against him, "That's a bad dream, Bones. Really bad, but it isn't my worse dream, not by a long shot."

Curious, Brennan asked sleepily, "If being tortured isn't your worse nightmare then what can be worse than that?"

Holding her tightly against his side, Booth sighed, "The dream about Iraq is about me and not that big a deal. I can deal with that dream. My worst nightmare is about you. My worse dream is about that time you were kidnapped by the Gravedigger and she buried you alive. I almost lost you Bones. I came so close to losing you that it makes me breathless sometimes thinking about it. As brilliant as you are . . . If you hadn't been buried with Hodgins we may never have rescued you. If you hadn't had Hodgins with you and if I hadn't had Zach with me . . . I dream sometimes that Hodgins stayed in the Lab that day and the Gravedigger just kidnapped you and that. . . And that we never found you. It just tears me up. We watch the clock count down and we don't have a clue where to look for you. We can't save you and . . . And . . . And I lose you, we never find you."

Her arms around Booth, Brennan pressed him closer to her, "Booth, that didn't happen. I'm fine. I'm right here."

Booth leaned his head against hers and responded, "It doesn't matter Bones. I don't have control over my nightmares. I use to have that dream all of the time and then after awhile it just happened once in a while. That's why I use to show up so early at your apartment with coffee. When I had that nightmare I needed to see you with my own eyes to make sure that you were alright. That dream is just a dream, but sometimes it seems so real that I just can't . . . I have to see you with my own eyes . . . I just . . . I just don't want to lose you Bones. I love you and the baby and you're my life now."

Feeling sad, Brennan kissed the man she loved, "I'm here Booth. I'm not going anywhere. The baby and I are right here."

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Sitting in his office, Booth had finally found the top of his desktop after finishing the last of the paper work. Harris had come through and had done about sixty percent of it, which Booth thought only fair since his lieutenant should have done all of it.

His hand rubbing the clear top of the desk, Booth smiled, "That is what a desk should look like. The next time I leave you in charge you better make sure you do the whole job or I'll kick your ass from here to the parking garage."

Holding up his hand, Harris frowned, "Okay, don't be such a hard ass, I was busy. The next time, I'll just make Charlie help me get that shit done."

Annoyed, Booth tapped his index finger against the arm rest of his chair, "I don't care who you snooker into helping you, just make sure you do it. It's bad enough I have to do my paper work. I shouldn't have to do your paper work too. You work for the government for God's sake. Paper comes with the job and you know it. You'd think you'd . . ."

Charlie, rapping his knuckles against the door frame, leaned into the room, "Heads up, bank robbery at Industrial Bank on 45th street is going down right now. The idiots took too long and now they're trapped in the building with hostages. Metro has two units there trying to control the situation."

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Standing next to his SUV in the parking lot of the bank, Booth shook his head, "This is bad, no easy way to see into the building, surrounded by houses, two lane roads. Why they hell did they choose this bank? There's no easy way to get the hell out of this neighborhood. No highway close by. They're a bunch of damned idiots."

Disgusted with the situation, Harris shrugged his shoulders, "We've evacuated the neighboring homes and we've asked everyone further away to stay indoors with their doors locked. This is bad. If they break out and it turns into a gun battle, bullets could end up in houses, people could get killed."

His own disgust apparent, Booth motioned to the one of his agents, "Where's the hostage negotiator? Why isn't she here yet?"

Agent Holtz, turning to look at Booth, pointed down the road, "She's almost here, maybe six minutes. They got held up in a traffic tie-up."

Not happy with that news, Booth studied a printed layout of the bank, "Alright . . ." Interrupted, Booth heard a shout coming from the bank. Looking up, he saw a woman lean out of the main entrance and shout, "Hey, they want to talk to who ever is in charge. Don't shoot me. I'm just a customer."

Exhaling deeply, Booth looked up momentarily and then over at the woman, "Shit, what could go wrong?"

Turning to Booth, Holtz held up his hand, "Let me go talk to them."

Booth noticed the tears rolling down the terrified woman's face standing in the doorway and knew the situation had just got worse. "No, I'll go. As soon as that hostage negotiator gets here, send her over."

Harris, wary of things escalating too quickly, shook his head, "Wait the few minutes until she gets here. It's Agent Riaz's job to talk to them."

Moving cautiously towards the bank, Booth started across the parking lot, "Send her over when she gets here."

Worried that Booth was making a bad risk, Harris sighed, "I swear to God, some day . . ."

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