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

Squints

One by one, the team came to greet Brennan. The first to arrive was Cam. Just like everyone else, Brennan didn't remember her. Booth had informed the team of her memory loss, so they were aware of the situation.

"Dr. Brennan, it's good to see you again."

"Hello…"

"Sorry, I'm Cam."

"Good to meet you, Cam."

"I'm glad you're back. We missed you around here."

"Well I'm not back to work, because I don't remember what I did, but Booth wants me safe, so I will be coming here during the day."

"Well, I hope you feel better soon, and you can come back to work."

Cam left to go back to the lab, feeling strange after her conversation with Brennan. The rest of the squints came in, all of them feeling uncomfortable with the situation. They didn't know how to talk to her, because most of them knew her in a working relationship, and without the work, they didn't know what to say.

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A short while later, Wendell came into Angela's office.

"Um, Dr. Brennan?"

He was still unsure of what to call her.

"Yes, you're Wendell, right."

"Yes, I was wondering if you wanted to come out and help with a set of Egyptian bones that we are examining. I thought maybe it would help you remember."

"Ok, where are they?"

"Out on the platform, they arrived yesterday from the Egyptian exhibit. We need to identify, date and reassemble them. We could really use the help. One of them isn't lining up properly, and we thought that maybe it was from a different body. We have started the process of carbon dating to determine the age, but you were always able to bypass that step for us."

"Well, I don't remember very much from my past job, but I will try to help you."

She followed him to the platform.

"The bones are on this table over here."

Wendell stopped when he realized that she wasn't behind him.

"Dr. B.?"

He turned to see her standing stiff and still, looking down at a portion of the platform. Tears were in her eyes.

"Dr. Brennan, are you ok?"

"Someone died."

Wendell looked at her with confusion on his face.

"Excuse me?"

"Someone died here, in my arms. There was so much blood.

She began to cry.

Wendell was lost as to what to do. He didn't understand this side of Dr. Brennan.

"Ang, Ang? Can you come here?"

Brennan moved and sat on the floor, tears flowing freely down her face. Angela came running onto the platform

"What's wrong?"

He pointed to Brennan.

"Something happened. I didn't say anything. I don't know what's wrong."

He looked terrified.

Angela knelt down and pulled Brennan into her arms.

"Bren, what's wrong?"

"He died, Angela, Vincent died."

The memory hit both of them at almost the same time. They realized that she was reliving Vincent Nigel Murray's death.

"Bren, come with me. Come on, we can talk about this in my office."

She put her arms around Brennan and led her from the platform.

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Booth came by at noon, and she could never remember being so happy to see someone. She enjoyed Angela's company, but she was developing deep feelings for Booth, and she realized that she was beginning to love him.

Booth didn't see her immediately upon entering the lab, and a feeling of déjà vu, washed over him. He frantically looked for Brennan, hoping she was still there. Once he spotted her in Angela's office, he breathed a sigh of relief. He had to catch Ken soon, because he didn't think he could live like this much longer.

Booth went into Angela's office, and Brennan jumped into his arms.

"Well, hello Bones, it's nice to see you too."

He hugged her back, his face warming at the look from Angela.

"She really missed you. I didn't know you two had gotten so attached."

"The bond is still there Angela, even if she doesn't remember me."

He turned to look at Bones.

"Ready for lunch?"

"Yes."

They went to the Diner, and as she walked in the door, she went straight to their booth, and sat down.

"Why here?"

"I don't know it felt right. Do you want to sit somewhere else?"

She started to rise.

"No stay there. This is our spot."

She looked at him with a question in her eyes.

"We usually sat here when we came for lunch."

The server brought them menus, and they ordered coffee.

"Did you enjoy the lab?"

"Yes, it was interesting, but strange. Everybody knew me, but I didn't know anyone. Cam wondered if I was returning to work."

"That's because you make her look good."

She again gave him a questioning glance.

"Several years ago, you went to the Maluku Islands to do some research, and Cam couldn't solve a case without you. She almost lost her job, and Caroline called us all back early."

"It was a little boy, right?"

"Yes."

As Booth explained different parts of her life, the memories were returning. Usually they were bits and pieces, but if they involved Booth, they returned completely.

"I remembered Vincent's death today. When I walked onto the platform in the lab, the memory came back. Did I go home with you that night?"

"Yes, I wanted to keep you safe."

"I came to your bed."

"Yes, that was the first time we made love."

He watched her face redden, as she remembered that night.

"I remember. You are very skilled."

He looked at her with a knowing smirk on his face.

The server came back to take their orders, and the moment was lost, but Booth couldn't get the thought out of his mind. She was beginning to remember, and since he was an integral part of her life, she remembered him first.

She ordered her regular salad, and he realized that things were starting to return to normal. They shared an easy conversation, discussing the squints, and the various changes in the lab. She told him that Angela took her to see her old office, but Clark had changed the décor when he took her position.

She told him about meeting Clark, and how he asked if she was returning would he still have a job.

"I don't want to make him lose his position, he's been there for three years, and I would feel badly about having him demoted."

"Cam usually comes up with solutions to those problems, so I wouldn't worry about it. She may find a way to keep both of you. You do remember that you are wealthy, and you don't need to work?"

"Oh, that's right. I keep forgetting about that. I remember when I read the book that I wrote; it felt so familiar. I thought I had read it before, but the copyright date was the same year. I wondered how I could forget reading it. When I asked Ken, he said I lost some memories from my illness, so I may have read it and forgotten."

"When I looked for it later, I couldn't find it. I bought another copy when I went out the next week, but I didn't tell him. I bet he threw the first one away."

"Why didn't he find the second copy?"

She looked down at her plate.

"I hid it. For some reason I felt that that book was very important, and I wanted to hold onto that copy. I guess it was fate."

This was the second time she had mentioned fate. Booth ignored the comment, as they continued to eat. They left the Diner, holding hands. Booth had the desire to take her home, but he fought the impulse, since she was beginning to remember, he knew he would have her soon. He felt her body stiffen, as she froze in the middle of the crosswalk, fear written all over face.

"Bones what happened?"

Cars were beeping at them, but he couldn't get her to move. He turned her to face him, holding onto her upper arms.

"Bones, Bones, look at me."

He turned her to face him.

"Bones."

Cars were continuing to beep, and several drivers were yelling at them.

"Get the hell out of the road."

"Shut up. FBI."

Booth pulled out his badge.

"Bones, what is it?"

He saw tears spill over her eyes, and roll down her cheeks.

"I saw him."

Her voice was so soft he almost didn't hear her.

"You saw him? When?"

"Just now."

The traffic was becoming congested, as they continued to block the crosswalk.

Booth instantly went into FBI mode. He grabbed her and pulled her away from the road, forcing her back into the Diner. She was pale and shaking uncontrollably.

"Bones where was he?" he had his phone in one hand dialing the FBI, while trying to calm her down.

"On the sidewalk, he was watching me."

Booth reported the incident, requesting a five-block perimeter, around the area. He knew Ken was long gone, but he had to try. She fell into his arms as he held her tight.

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