Chapter Two

Hey everyone, I'm dead pleased with the response I have had for this story- does wonders for uplifting your floaty cloud mood even higher. Thank you to all you kind reviewers! I have no plans for this story, well, no written ones, I'm just seeing what happens when I sit down and start typing. Ok, I just sat down. There's a keyboard. And now I'm typing….

When Booth pulled up outside his house, he was aware of a voice inside his head, screaming 'something is wrong.' All day he had worried, even though he had left his son with the most responsible person he knew. He switched off the car engine and removed the keys from the ignition. It was very quiet. Perhaps they were still watching Peter Pan. Poor Bones. He had watched the film with his son so many times that now he knew the script off by heart. Now Bones would have to go through the same thing. He smiled to himself, trying to block out the strange voice that was niggling away at him. Everything was ok, because when he had called earlier, she had assured him it was.

The gravel crunched under his feet as he made his way to the front door. He passed the mailbox and looked inside. The letters were still there. Parker usually shot out of the door first thing in the morning to collect them- he even had a special step because he couldn't yet reach the box.

Well maybe he just forgot today, with the excitement off Bones coming to look after him.

He didn't forget, something is wrong.

Booth carried on walking, past the living room window. He cupped his eyes and peered in, realizing suddenly that the curtains were closed. No sound was coming from inside. In fact everywhere was silent- even the birds had abandoned their song.

Something is very wrong.

Finally he reached the front door. The voice in his head wouldn't leave him alone. Looking away from the door and into the garden, he noticed that some of the plants had been trodden down, as had the longer grass. Well that doesn't prove anything. It was probably Parker- he loved to hide in places like that when he was playing Indians. He turned back to the front door.

Booth tried once more to dismiss the voice, but couldn't. He didn't know what was wrong, but something definitely wasn't right.

The lab was pretty quiet. Hodgins was milling around doing what he usually did, whilst trying to wind up Zack at the same time. It was working. Zack stormed down the steps of the platform, grumbling about Hodgins under his breath.

Hodgins smiled guiltily to himself, shocked at how much he enjoyed the process of irritating his younger colleague. He shook his head and strolled over to the desk. The phone on the desk was beeping- there was an urgent message. He pressed the button and sat down heavily in a chair to listen to it, surprised that no-one else had.

"Hello? Hodgins? Zack? Listen, you have to help us! There's a guy trying to get into the house! He wants to take Parker! Somebody please pick up……Holy crap……"

Hodgins sat bolt upright, sending a cup of cold coffee cascading over the edge of the desk. He had never heard Brennan sound so thoroughly petrified. It scared him. She was not your average woman. She had knocked guys out before, in front of him. Why was she so scared?

He picked up the phone and dialed Booth's number, hoping to God that he was not too late……….

It wasn't long before Booth worked out what was wrong. As he pushed the keys into the lock of the door, it opened. It was swinging on its hinges, creaking eerily. He stood and looked at it for a while, not moving. Then panic kicked in.

"Bones? Bones where are you?" He stepped inside and looked around, his eyes darting everywhere for a sign as to where they were.

"Parker? Bones?"

His voice echoed around him, making the room swirl. He ran into the living room, throwing his case to the floor. The curtains were all closed, and there was no light anywhere. The television was showing a cartoon- Peter Pan. The bright colors danced on the screen in a huge blur, but no sound came from it. It had been muted, and the remote lay on the floor. The batteries had popped out and were lying a few feet away. Booth picked one up and stared at it, rolling it between his fingers. Still there was no sound.

He got up quickly and bolted into the kitchen. It was cool in there- the reason being the door was wide open. Looking around he could see nothing out of place, except the feathers on the floor. As he bent down to examine them, he felt a soft push against his leg. The cat had come in through the open door and was rubbing against him. He looked at it, wishing for the first time in his life that it could speak.

"Where are they?" he whispered, stroking it with shaking hands. Then he noticed- it's hackles were up.

He picked up a feather and looked at it, watching how it blew in the breeze. There were a few, a trail in fact, leading towards the back door. He picked them up, one by one, trying not to step on the disgruntled cat. The feathers were different colors, and were crumpled, like they had been disguarded in a hurry. There were long strands of brown hair clinging to some of them. Her hair.

"BONES! WHERE ARE YOU? Bones!" Booth was scared. For her, for his son. He was terrified.

Running to the back door, he let go of the feathers and called for both of them as loud as he could.

"BONES! PARKER! WHERE……."

He stopped dead in his tracks, for he had spotted something which scared him more than he had ever been scared in his life.

There was a deep red stain spreading across one of the patio tiles.

He froze, unable to think. Only the small voice behind him drew any response.

"Dad?"

The voice was full of terrible fear, and barely audible.

"Parker?"

He almost cried with relief as him son crawled out from behind the fridge and ran into his arms. He hugged him tighter than he ever had before, his breath coming in short gasps.

"Are you ok?" his voice shook as he held his son close to him.

"They took Bones, dad." Parker was shaking violently, cowering against his father's chest.

"They took her away and she didn't want to go! She was shouting dad!"

Parker was sobbing now, and it took Booth all his strength to hold hi still.

"Shh, it's gonna be ok, sshhhhhh."

He stoked his sons hair, trying to sound soothing.

But inside, he was sure it was not going to be ok.

Back at the lab, Hodgins was becoming frantic as the phone rang again and again, but no-one picked up.

I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooo tired! Going to sleep now, night night.

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