A/N: OK, I got the message. I'll stop messing around with them. Here is chapter 7, hope you enjoy it. Wingate Inn, Wan Fu and Little Rock Deli really exist and I swear I am not being paid for doing promotion for the city of Charlotte, NC.

Brennan heard the door from the room next to hers close. She took off her shoes, kicked them in the corner and slowly made her way through her room. It was rather nice, for the price was paying for it, and big enough.

She threw her suitcase and her purse on a bed and let herself fall on the other side. What was she going to do? She was miles from her home looking for a womanshe barely even knew.It would be complicated to findher. All she knew about her was her name and that she was here in Charlotte to visit her daughter Katy, whom she didn't know the last name. She knew by experience that her name wouldn't be listed in the phonebook so it was no use searching in there. She had one last option and it was to call the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner and ask for the doctor. If she was lucky, and she had great doubts about that, Temperance would be there and she would be able to schedule a meeting or something.

But for now she just wanted to eat. She hadn't eaten breakfast and now she was starting to feel her stomach growling. She had seen a few restaurants on her way to the hotel. She wondered if any of them were any good. Oh well. She'd try one anyway.

Getting back up, she walked back to the door, put on her shoes and walked out of her room.

Booth was just finishing unpacking his stuff when his stomach growled for the third time since he had arrived.

"Alright alright, we're going to eat!" he told his stomach, feeling rather stupid afterwards.

Closing his suitcase, he wondered where he could go eat. He had seen a few restaurants on his way over, maybe he should try one of them. Then again, the day was nice. Maybe he could walk downtown (apparently it wasn't far, according to the taxi driver) and eat something there.

Dropping his suitcase on the floor beside his bed, he couldn't help but wonder where Brenann was at the moment. He wondered which hotel she had picked. Had she picked the same one as him? He had called several hotel before calling this one and they had been full. Had she had the same luck?

Shrugging, he took his key from the dresser, grabbed his wallet and walked out the door.

"Wan Fu on Kettering Drive." She told the driver.

The driver nodded and left the hotel parking lot.

She didn't know why she had picked this restaurant and didn't know why she felt like having chinese food. All she knew was that Wan Fu sounded an awful like another place she knew and as the taxi drove her around Charlotte to the restaurant she couldn't help but wonder if Sid was going to be there. She had picked that restaurant after looking through the yellow pages, on her trip back to her room after she had realized that she had forgotten her purse on her bed.

They drove for a good fifteen minutes before reaching the restaurant. She paid the driver, thanked him and walked to the door.

She was fairly impressed as she stepped inside. It was so nicely decorated. It seemed to Brennan that she had walked straightin China rather than justin a chinese restaurant. The pagoda-shaped restaurant was filled with plants, flowers, red curtains, red and gold Chinese lanterns, statues of cats, dragons and lions. The lighting was dim and in between the chatting of the customers, Brennan could hear the oriental music.

The receptionnist lead her to a small table at the back of the restaurant, handed her the menu and left.

A few minutes later a waiter came to take her order. She had been looking at the menu for at least ten minutes and she still hadn't decided what to take. Everything looked so delicious and she would have listened to herself she would have ordered everything on the menu. Instead she settled for the sesame chicken.

As she waited for her food she took in her surroundings once again. Everything was so nice. She even wished Booth was there with her but she pushed that thought aside. Thinking of him made her heart ache and she'dfeel embarrassedabout what she had done. She should never have told him about her feelings. Why had she listened to Temperance anyway? She didn't even know her. Nobody has ever told her what to do, or at least they tried but she had never obliged, until Booth and now Temperance came along. Had this been a set-up? Had Booth hired the woman to pose asa forensic anthropologist to convince her that she should confess her love for him?

Come on, Temperance. You are being ridiculous and illogical. Her mind told her.

And she had to agree with it.

Booth walked in Little Rock Deli not even five minutes after leaving his hotel. He was starving and for some reason he had a craving for pizza. According to the man he had stopped in the hall of the hotel, no restaurant could beat Little Rock Deli when it came for pizza. So Booth had settled for the Deli.

Walking in, he was surprised to see that it was practically full. He walked up to the counter, placed his order and went to sit at a table. He was told his pizza would be done in less than ten minutes. Not really believing it, he sat down at a table anyway.

He looked outside the window as he waited for his food. He missed Brennan. Knowing that she was in this city, somewhere, but not knowing where made him miss her even more. Why did she have to leave? Why did have to run? Why couldn't she have just stayed in Washington? He wouldn't be spending what he thought was going to be at least a thousand dollars in Charlotte and he would still be at home, in Washington, with Parker since it was his week-end with him. Now, because of her, he'd have to wait another month before seeing his son.

Anger shot through him. This was all her fault. What was it about her anyway that made him put his whole life aside and fly to Charlotte? What was it about her that made his heartbeat faster every time he saw her? What was it about her that made him want to strangle her at the same time as wrapping his arms around her and never letting go?

Nearly twenty-four hours ago, not even, Brennan had opened up to him. She had shown vulnerability, she had told him that she loved him, she had told him the three words he had longed for her to say for quite a while. And now god knew where she was. He knew she had flown here to find that woman she had met at Wong Foo's and Booth knew that she wasn't going to find her. Not that he thought she was lying, it was just that he had trouble believing her story. It was just too weird. She had met her older twin!

He heard the man behind the counter yell his order which brought Booth back to reality. Already?

He got up and walked to the counter. He picked up his plate and drink and walked back to his table.

He ate quickly and was surprised by how hungry he was. He hadn't known.

Twenty minutes later, Booth was walking back to the hotel. He had to find Brennan. And to find Brennan he needed to find the mystery woman.

Brennan walked out of Wan Fu almost an hour after she had came in. She was full and ready to start her search for the mysterious Dr. Brennan. Hailing a cab, she couldn't help but wonder how much money she would be spending on taxis during her stay. If only she had taken her car, at least she would have only paid for the gas.

The drive back to the hotel was silent and Brennan was thankful for that. She didn't feel like talking. She felt like thinking. She needed to think. To think about how she was going to find her older twin. She had already decided that she would call the woman's work but if that didn't work what else was there left to do? She could go ask around the city to see if someone knew her? No that would seem too stupid. But what else was there to do? She was miles away from home in a city she had never been to before looking for a mysterious woman she had met only once. This was going to be one frustrating search.

Booth picked up his phone book and opened it. Sitting down on his bed, he flipped through the book until he reached the Bs. He knew chances were that she wouldn't be listed but it couldn't hurt to look.

He ran his index down the columns but, as he had thought, found nothing. What was he to do? He'd never find both Brennans.

Throwing the phonebook on the floor, he laid down on his back, an arm tucked under his head. He needed to think about what he should do but the more he tried to think the more images of Brennan flew in his mind.

"No you don't have to solve the whole case. Just tell me if I'm looking at a murder. Maybe pull a quick ID?"

"Don't use your charm smile on me."

"It's a mark of respect. That's all."

Yeah right it had just been a mark of respect. He had just been happy that she was there with him. He hadn't known it back then that he felt that way about her. He hadn't known until that particular afternoon. He remembered it like it was yesterday.

"Booth?"

"Yeah."

"Message from the gang task force unit. Uh, Mara Muerte has put a hit out on your lady scientist."

"Oh man."

"Got a response?"

"Yeah just tell them I got the message. Tell em thanks."

He had paced back and forth for a while before sitting down on a bench. He remembered thinking that something had to be done. He had to protect his partner. He remembered waiting for Ortez in the alley. He remembered walking up to him, shoving him against the wall.

"Are you crazy? This is my neighborhood."

"You put a hit out on my partner."

"She's not FBI."

Punching him in the face he added:

"I never said anything about FBI. She's my partner ese and if anything happens to her, I will find you and I will kill you, I won't think twice. Come on, here look in my eyes."

He had put the gun in Ortez's mouth and had cocked it.

"Look at my face. If anything happens I will kill you. The is between you and me. Nobody sees, nobody knows. You got nothing to prove. Understand? YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Even after this even he still hadn't realized what he truly felt. He had driven to the funeral on an adrenaline rush and hadn't felt anything before he had gotten to the cemetery and seen the look on his partner's face. And as she asked him where he had been, it was then that it hit him. She was more than his partner, more than just his friend. He was more than happy that she was alive and he couldn't have helped it but cracking a smile after her question.

After that nothing had been the same, at least for him. He had seen her in a different light, he had truly seen how beautiful she was, how different she was from normal people but at the same time how similar she was to them. Even her I don't know what that means became even cuter than they had been before.

Closing his eyes he tried to relive some other memories but the more he thought about her, the more he felt helpless. He would never find her. He didn't even know how much time he had left before she'd go back to Washington.

Needing something to keep his mind off his partner, he got up, changed into a T-shirt and shorts and left for the gym. A good work out was what he needed.

I guess there is no need for me to say TBC...