I was going to wait until tomorrow morning to post this chapter, but then I looked at the date that I last updated, and I felt bad for not getting this out sooner. I've been sick and I broke my toe last week. So, I've been on cold meds and pain killers. I highly doubt you would have appreciated the kind of writing that would have produced.

R&R

Brennan woke up to a sound she couldn't quite identify, but one thing she knew for sure was that she woke up alone in the bed. She frowned and pulled Booth's pillow closer to her to savior the lingering scent of her husband. She tried to shut her eyes and ignore her urge to get up to use the bathroom once she realized that it was still not quite light outside. She heard the noise again. It sounded like a cross between a grunt and a heavily released breath. Then, she realized that it was coming from the foot of the bed.

Slightly irritated at being woken up, she whipped the covers off her and crawled to the end of the bed to investigate the noise. She peered down to the floor to see her husband doing a round of push-ups. He didn't seem to notice that she was awake and watching him. She took notice to the fact that he was dressed only in a pair of jogging shorts, and took the advantage to study him closely as he moved.

He methodically did push-up after push-up with his muscles flexing and contracting under his toned skin. She made herself more comfortable by laying on her side facing him and watching as his muscles danced beneath his skin. She could see the slight glisten of his skin from the light perspiration forming. She could feel herself become aroused just by watching him move and hearing his slight grunts almost made her pounce on him right then and there. She didn't, though, mainly because she rarely got the opportunity to observe him in this way. On mornings where he worked out, he usually went to the gym at the Hoover because of the fact that their neighborhood wasn't good for running. Lately, he had not been going as much anyway since they would wake up with other physical activities in mind.

He kept count on each exhale in a barely audible breath. Once she thought she heard him say one-hundred, he sat up and was about to turn himself around to start sit-ups when he noticed he had an audience. He noticed her dark eyes boring into him and the slight upturn or her lips. He started doing sit-ups before speaking to her.

"Like what you see?" He asked.

"I have become quite aroused watching you, yes. I very much like what I see. Have you been up long?"

"Uh, yeah. Quite awhile, actually. I couldn't really sleep. I don't know, a little bit of nervous energy, I guess. I don't know why. I can't explain it. I have already gone for a run this morning, and I just felt like I needed to get rid of some more of this nervous energy before I got in the shower so I decided some pushups and sit-ups wouldn't hurt me."

"Maybe, I didn't sufficiently wear you out enough on the beach last night or when we got back to the villa. I can change that right now if you would like." She said with a sultry tone and slightly wicked smile.

He stopped his sit-ups for the moment to look at her to make sure she didn't take this the wrong way, "As much as I would like that, I—something doesn't feel right. Something, I can't explain."

Her smile faded, "One of your gut feelings?"

"Maybe. I don't know." He shrugged.

"What brought this on?"

"I told you; I don't know, Bones. Alright?" he said a little more harshly than he intended. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap. Bones, I honestly don't know." He shrugged again.

Brennan didn't know what to say or do. He got up and went in the bathroom. As he walked in, he told her he was going to shave and shower and then they would call the chef for breakfast.

Clearly, he was restless and something was bothering him. The look in his eyes after he realized he snapped at her told her that he honestly didn't know what was wrong, and maybe that made him more nervous.

"Seeley," she said as she stood in the doorway of the bathroom watching him bring a hot towel to his face and then lather up. He pulled out his set of straight blades. "May I?" She asked as she gestured to his blade.

He handed it to her and gave her a slight nod and smile.

She brought the blade to his skin and drew the smooth stoke removing the cream and leaving behind fresh smooth skin. Another stroke, and then another. She ran her fingers briefly across the smooth trail of skin that had thus far been exposed to inspect her work before continuing with more strokes.

"I was kind of looking forward to paying you back for yesterday morning. I wanted to wake you up and make love to you, and to show you how much you mean to me." She said as she paused to look in his eyes as she spoke. Then she returned to shaving him.

He brought one of his strong hands and halted her once more so he could speak without getting his throat sliced open. "Bones, what you're doing right now, it isn't sexual, but it's making love. It's intimate; it's sensual. You are making love to me right now."

She swallowed; she wasn't expecting him to say anything like that. She had always considered the sexual aspect of making love; she had never really considered that it could present itself in other ways. Once again, she didn't know how to respond. She could kiss him, but he still had cream up around his lips. A hug wouldn't be enough. Just standing there looking like a lost intern awaiting instruction wouldn't do either. "I love you." She said. It was the only thing she could think of, but it was the exact right thing to say.

Her response seemed satisfactory to him if she was judging by the look on his face, and before she resumed her strokes on his neck he said, "I love you, too," as he rested a hand on the side of her belly and stroked one of his fingers lightly over the skin not quite covered by her tank top.

She made quick work of the rest of his face and neck. She took the warm towel and wiped the excess cream off of him before bringing her lips to his jaw line and then to his lips. They broke the kiss and lingered in each others' arms for a few more moments. "Are you going to shower now?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm kinda gross right now."

She turned the water on for him before she sat down to finally relieve herself. She had completely forgotten that she had yet to use the bathroom after waking up. "Do you still feel weird?"

"Yeah, that hasn't really gone away." He replied as he stripped down for the shower.

"I wish I knew how to help."

"You already are, Bones. Just by being here, and asking me. It helps to know that you care how I feel."

"Well, did you have a dream or an unsettling nightmare? Sometimes I still have nightmares about being buried alive. I can't help but feel a slight bit of paranoia after one of those."

"I don't think I did, and I'm not paranoid, Bones." He said, getting into the shower.

She sat on the counter to keep him company. She showered the night before so she really didn't need a shower right now, and she knew that he likely needed a little breathing room right now.

"I didn't say you were. I said that I sometimes feel that way. Booth, I'm just trying to help."

"I know. I said you were helping just by being concerned enough to ask, but I'm not sure there's really anything we can discuss that can explain the way I feel."

"Well, what does it feel like?"

"I don't know; just like something isn't right. Like something bad is going to happen. Anxious, I guess. Maybe a slight hint of paranoia, now that you have me thinking about that, but I'm not paranoid. Hodgins would be classified as paranoid."

"What does Hodgins have to do with this?"

"He doesn't. Just forget I mentioned him."

"No, I'm curious. Why would you classify him as paranoid?"

"Because Hodgins is a grade A shifty-eyed conspiracy theorist."

"Oh," she laughed. "Well, does it feel health related or is it just a feeling? Because if your brain tumor is back maybe you would feel different or start hallucinating again. Are you having any hallucinations?"

"No, I don't think it has anything to do with any of that. It's just a feeling."

He shut the water off. "Bones?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you call the chef and let him know we're almost ready for breakfast."

"Sure. Maybe feeding you would help with some of the anxiety."

"Maybe."

B&B

After breakfast, they decided to go snorkeling. They figured they wouldn't even have to leave their immediate beach for that. There was plenty of coral and other sea creatures for them to see not too far out into the water. They figured that getting on a boat to go out further might cause some nausea for Brennan. They took along an underwater camera and took many pictures of the beautiful life just below the surface of the water. As they were getting ready to swim back to the sand, Booth looked behind his wife and noticed something that made his whole face light up.

She noticed the change in his expression, and since he wasn't facing the shore, she knew it had to be something in the water that caught his attention. She turned to see what he saw.

There was a group of dolphins, not too far away, swimming towards them. She let out a small gasp and he brought her into his arms and wrapped them around her.

He whispered in her ear, "Bones, I know you don't believe in God or fate or anything like that, but this—this is a message. I'm going to choose to think that this is a gift from your mother to congratulate us."

He didn't know how she would react to his statement. He expected some kind of response. He never would have guessed that she would just stay in his arms and not say anything. She seemed to accept his thought, or at least he figured she wanted to believe that it was true. He kissed her temple as dolphins swam closer still.

Three of the dolphins broke away from the big group and swam right up to the couple, brushing against them gently. A couple of times they would nudge one of the two people in the water.

Booth let Brennan out of his arms so she could more freely interact with the dolphins.

"Is it possible that your feeling was a good one rather than one of doom?" She asked.

"I don't know, but this is pretty incredible. Look at that; they like you, Bones."

"Research shows that dolphins pay special attention to pregnant women. It is believed that their form of communication through high frequency whistles and a broadband burst of clicks and their use of echolocation help them to identify that a woman is pregnant."

One of the small dolphins leapt out of the water and splashed the partners as it landed back in the water. Another small dolphin let out a series of amusing whistles and clicks at the couple as they laughed.

"Bones! That dolphin is laughing at us!"

"Dolphins don't laugh, Booth."

"Well, clearly that one thought it was funny his buddy splashed us."

She ran a hand over the smooth slippery skin of the one that turned upside down next to her as if it wanted her to rub its tummy. With the dolphin still turned over, she asked Booth to come rub the tummy, and she pointed to the animals' genital area.

"Do you see the two protrusions on each side of the genital slit?"

"Bones! Stop peeking at her stuff!"

"Relax, Booth. I'm merely pointing out that her mammary glands are engorged. It means she is still nursing. It's possible that these other two dolphins are her calves. They are much smaller in size. It makes sense, and those other dolphins over there likely belong to their familial group as they do tend to travel in pods."

The dolphin rolled back over and swam around a little more. The three dolphins circled the couple and brushed up against them a few more times before rejoining their pod and swimming away.

When Booth looked over to his wife watching them swim away, he saw the beginnings of tears in her eyes. She could feel his gaze on her, and she glanced over to him smiling.

"That was the best gift I've ever received." Brennan said, but then added, "Other than this one," as she took his hands and placed them on either side of her tummy.

He kissed her and then guided her back to the shore. "I took some pictures for you. I figured you might want to remember an experience like that."

"Trust me; I'm not likely to ever forget, but thanks," she said as she threaded her fingers with his and they made the walk back to the villa.

B&B

The rest of the day went by quickly as they enjoyed the last day at their villa.

They spent a fair amount of time by the pool. They ended up making love in the pool and then they got out so they wouldn't drown each other from hanging on to each other in exhaustion; they laid on one of the lounge chairs together.

After a little breather, Booth got bold and started another go round on the lounge chair. Unfortunately, those chairs were not made for that kind of force and weight being placed on them. It broke and sent them tumbling in a heap the short distance to the ground.

Booth, being how he is, practically smothered Brennan making sure she was fine and not hurt. She joked with him that maybe his feeling was about that. He brushed it off. Nothing completely terrible had happened and the day was coming to an end, so he disregarded his earlier feelings.

Their dolphin experience was incredible, and while the chair breaking startled them both, he didn't feel like either of those things were worthy of a gut feeling. Maybe it really was nothing.

Just before bedtime, Brennan had pointed out a giant spider in the corner of the bedroom.

Booth flipped out like a little girl. Brennan had no qualms pointing that out to him either. She was just going to take a picture of it for Hodgins to see later, and then leave the spider alone. However, Booth insisted that he was not sleeping in that room until it was dead. She tried to reason with him that there were likely more that they were unable to see now and that it wasn't bothering them.

Brennan told him that she was not going to kill the spider and that he had two options. He could kill the spider himself and come to bed or he could sleep on the couch.

He chose to just quickly kill it and went to bed telling Brennan that she needed to keep her mouth shut about him being afraid of the giant spider or he would keep junior under lockdown.

About twenty minutes after their latest round of hot and sweaty island sex, Booth's phone rang. It was almost eleven-thirty at night, and he wondered who would be calling them. He looked to see that it was Rebecca. She wouldn't be calling if it weren't an emergency, and his stomach practically came up his throat when he answered the phone.

The bad feeling had been real and turned out to be more than nothing.

"Hello?" He mumbled sleepily into the phone.

"Seeley?" Rebecca's voice came over the line.

"Yeah, I'm here. Is something wrong?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, but yes, something is wrong." Her voice was quiet and hoarse, and he could tell it was probably from crying.

"What happened?"

"There was a shooting."

"Where?" He shut his eyes dreading the answer.

"It was at Parker's school. One of the kids…"

His heart started racing and Brennan noticed that his breathing had increased significantly and tears were threatening his eyes as his voice broke, "What? Is Parker…"

"He's fine. I probably should have said that sooner. Parker is fine. He's shaken up quite a bit though."

"Oh, thank God. Well, what happened?" Seeing the look Brennan was giving him, he put the phone on speaker so that she could listen. He wasn't sure he would be able find the words to tell her later.

"One of the kids brought a gun to school. They don't really know much about why the kid did it yet, but they know that the kid had a list of seventeen students' names in his pocket. He shot thirteen kids on that list, Seeley. Seven of them died, and three others are listed as critical." She broke down.

"Shh, Rebecca. It's over. Parker's safe."

"He was on the list, Seeley. That kid had our son on his death list," she said through her sobs.

"What?"

"Our son was on the list. Parker could have been next. He could have been killed had they not detained the shooter."

Booth couldn't speak. Why was his son on the list? Clearly, the kid with the gun had some sort of problem with the kids on the list. Apparently, a big enough problem that he felt he needed to kill them. What did his son do that put him on the list?

"Where's Parker?" Brennan asked, seeing that Booth was still struggling with his thoughts.

"Well, obviously they sent everyone home. Since Parker's name was on the list, we had to stay and talk to the police before we left, but they really didn't ask him much. I don't think they wanted to push him too much. They said they would call us back in later. He's in his room now. He's locked himself in his closet."

"He hasn't done that in awhile." Booth said, placing his arm over his eyes.

"He probably feels safe there." Brennan added.

"Yeah, that's what I figured. I just don't know what to do." Rebecca replied.

Booth sighed, "Don't push him. The cops were right in not asking too much of him. If he doesn't feel safe to come out, don't force him. I can call Sweets if you think he needs some help."

"Honestly, I think he does, but I want you to be here for that. He's been through so much. You guys are coming back tomorrow, right."

"Well, our plane leaves here tomorrow night around seven, and then it's a seventeen hour flight. So, it won't really be tomorrow when we get back. Do you think he can wait that long?"

"I don't know." … "Seeley, these kids are in fourth grade; Parker just turned ten, he should not have to deal with this horrible world like this yet." She was sobbing again.

"I know. Here's what we're going to do." He looked at Brennan to make sure she heard him. "I'm going to have Bones call Angela to see if she and Jack will go stay with you guys until we get back. I would suggest that you go stay with them, but I don't know if you'll be able to get Parker out of his closet."

Brennan looked at Booth nodding her head; she grabbed her phone off the nightstand, and walked into the other room to make the call.

"I left him some food right by the door and told him he could get it when he wants it. He said okay, and then I called you. I don't know if he plans on staying in there or not, but I did hear him playing a game on his PSP."

"Good, that means he didn't just completely shut down. Rebecca, I'm sorry…"

"For what? You didn't give the kid a gun."

"No, but if we were there we could help. I'm sorry we aren't there."

"Don't be. This likely would have happened if you had been here. You both deserved the time away together. I hope you can enjoy what's left of it. I know it will be hard to now, but just know that Parker is safe."

"I would ask to talk to him, but I'm not sure what I could say to get him out of the closet. I think he may just need some time to himself."

"Okay, well I will tell him that I talked to you and that you will be home soon."

"Tell him I love him, and Bones does, too."

"I will. Bye."

"Goodbye, Rebecca."

Booth sat up and dropped the phone next to him on the bed as the calm left his body and sobs took over. His son could have been killed today. Booth could hear Bones talking in the other room. He heard her thank Angela and then shut her phone.

"Booth?" She said as she crawled across the bed over to where he sat holding him knees to his chest with his face buried in his arms. Sobs were wracking his body. She held him the best she could as she spoke. "Jack heard about the shooting on the TV and sent his personal jet to come pick us up from Mahé around ten tomorrow morning. Angela said that he also arranged for a helicopter to fly us off this island in the morning. Apparently, someone told Angela about my nausea on the flights here, and then she told Jack."

"I wonder who that could have been." He said trying to look innocent.

She rolled her eyes. "She says he thinks my nausea won't be as bad on a helicopter. They were going to send us on the helicopter and jet anyway; they just set it in motion to happen sooner."

"Leave it to Hodgins."

"Maybe you should call Rebecca back real quick to let her know to expect us a little early. Also, tell her that Jack and Angela will be there soon. Angela was finishing a reconstruction when I called, but she said that she should be able to leave the lab soon.

After calling Rebecca back, Booth came back into the bedroom and lay by his wife.

"You know, we're going to owe Hodgins every cent we've ever earned?"

"You know how Jack is. He doesn't even really want the money he has, and he isn't going to miss anything he spends on the people he cares about. You know that."

"I know. I just—I don't know. I'm not used to people caring about me enough to spend ungodly amounts of money on me."

"Then remind me not to tell you how much that ring on your finger cost."

"Bones!"

"Sleep, Booth. Let's get some Sleep."

"How much? I won't freak out. I promise."

"I'm not sure I believe that. You might act like you did when you saw that spider." She laughed.

"You," he said as he tapped her nose, "you are mean to me."

"I'm not anymore mean to you than you are to me. Go to sleep."

Silence.

"Bones?"

"Hmm?"

"I can't sleep."

"Me either. You keep moving."

"I love you, Bones."

"I love you back."

"I love you more."

"Not possible."

"Uh huh."

"Go to sleep, Booth."

"I can't. I told you I had a bad feeling."

"I know. There's nothing we can do right now. Sleep." She ordered.

Silence.

"Seriously, how much did it cost?"

This brings an end to their paradise and throttles them back to the reality and drama of their lives.

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CrayonClown