Welcome to the end. Ok, so not really. But we are gettin' close. Things will now start to make some sorta sense. Maybe. I hope.

Zack Addy snuck a glance at Special Agent Seeley Booth. The man was sitting at the edge of his chair. One elbow resting on his desk, head in hand- fingers spread through his hair. The other hand held a piece of paper. Zack watched as the agent's eyes moved from left to right and then back again. Booth's brows were drawn together, and his mouth pinched into a thin line. Zack dropped his eyes to the sheets of papers he held in his own hands. He sat opposite of Booth, and neither said a word. They both just sat, both reading their own stack of papers. Finally Booth sat back in his chair with a sigh. He laced his fingers together and rested his hands on the top of his head. "All those damn words are starting to run together," he said. Zack looked up at the agent. He saw that Booth's face was strained. Dark circles enhanced the tiredness in his eyes.

"Is all this stuff really useful?" Zack asked. Booth shrugged.

"I sure hope so, Zack," he answered, letting his eyes drift shut. Zack again watched the agent. It was one of the few times that Booth had said his name. He was beginning to think that he had forgotten, but he knew that Booth knew more about him than he let on. Agent Penn had stopped by that day asking questions. Everybody had been surprised by what he had said Booth told him. "Lets go over what we know," Booth said, opening his eyes.

"Well," Zack began. "We know that Agent Weasley's real name is Diana Alexander. And that she may or may not be an FBI agent." Booth nodded his head.

"Correct. What else?" Zack looked away from Booth for a moment and thought.

"We know that she spent eight years at various places overseas. And that she arrived back in the US two days before she was assigned to you. She had been in Japan for 3 months before that." A sharp rap on Booth's closed door caused Zack to stop speaking.

"Who's this?" Cullen asked, opening the door without waiting to be given permission.

"Zack Addy," Zack answered, nervously.

Who?" Cullen asked, looking at Booth. Booth dropped his hands and sat forward in his chair.

"Dr. Brennan's assistant," he clarified.

"What the hell is he doing here?"

"With Brennan missing, Addy here is the best resource I've got to fill in for her." Cullen gave a curt nod.

"And do I want to know what all that is?" he asked indicating the papers spread out on Booth's desk.

"No." Cullen gave another curt nod and closed the door. Zack turned to Booth who shook his head. "Continue." Zack gave a nervous cough to clear his throat.

"We know that she spent at least two months in Russia, Japan, Mexico, Brazil, Greenland, South Africa and Korea. The rest of her eight years were spent in various places but all less than a month." Booth nodded. His mind was sorting through all the information, weeding out anything that he didn't think was important. But he didn't toss that information away, no, he stored it out of the way. Just in case he may need it later.

"Anything else?"

"Agent Booth," Zack said, his voice cracking slightly. "Umm, sir, you do know that I'm not a FBI agent, don't you? Nor am I Dr. Brennan. Going through case files is not my job. Running down meaning less information isn't my job. I should be back at the lab and you should be out looking for Dr. Brennan. Not wasting time with this… stuff." Booth leaned forward in his chair again, and leveled Zack with a piercing stare. His brown eyes weren't cold, or angry, they were almost understanding.

"I'm fully aware of that, Zack," Booth said. "But you wanted to help. This is helping. And this isn't useless information. Bones, and you for that matter, can study a skeleton and take from it any clues, any bit of information that the skele may hold to solve the mystery that it presents to you. That's what an agent does- that's what I do- with this information. To you it's just a bunch of papers, filled with dates and places and clues that make no more sense to you than a skeleton makes to me." Booth stopped and watched the boy as he thought.

"So…so this is like when I examine a set of bones? We have to work our way through it, step by step, in a certain order and then put the pieces together in a way that can be understood." Booth nodded. "I get it." Zack reached over and picked up a sheet of paper, and began to read. Booth smiled and copied his action. It was twenty minute later that Booth's cellphone began to ring.

"Booth." He listened. "Hey, Angela." Again he listened. "Okay, we'll be there shortly." He closed his phone and began to gather papers. "Looks like Angela has something for us. We'll pack up and head over to the lab. If you're up to it, we'll get back to the papers tomorrow."

"You bet I am," Zack said. He was surprised that his nervous feelings were going away. He still didn't know why Brennan enjoyed working the field with Booth, and he really didn't understand Booth at all, but what he did know, was that the FBI agent was smarter than he had given him credit for. It might not be in science, but Booth had the ability to read people-to read what was going on- and Zack was beginning to understand the importance of this.

Zack followed Booth through the halls of the FBI headquarters and out the doors. As they made their way to a black SUV Booth suddenly stop. Standing five cars down from his stood Diana Weasley. Booth slapped the folder to Zack's chest- his hands came up hold the folder. "Get in the car," Booth said, hitting the button to unlock the doors. Zack looked from the agent to Weasley, then walked to the SUV and got in. Booth slowly made his way to Weasley, stopping a few feet away.

"Agent Booth," she said.

"I want her back," he hissed. Weasley's eyes slightly widen.

"Who?" Booth took a step toward her.

"Brennan," he said. "I know who you are. I know that you know where she's at. I want her back." Again he took a step toward her. "I know who you are." He lent down until his mouth was near her right ear. "Diana Alexander," he whispered. He stood up straight, looked the stunned woman in the eye, turned and walked away. He gave Diana Alexander one last glance before getting into his SUV.

"What did you say to her?" Zack asked, as Booth started the engine and pulled away.

"Do you really want to know?" Zack thought for a moment and then shook his head no.

Dr. Temperance Brennan still sat on the lumpy mattress, leaning up against a cold wall. Her stomach growled loudly. I'm so hungry, she thought. Her stomach growled again, even more loudly, as if agreeing. I have to think about something else. Something other than food. She let her mind roam, searching for something that would take her mind off of her hunger. Her thoughts finally settled on Booth. That's a safe topic, she thought. He would be out looking for her. She knew that he would. I wonder what he's doing right now, she wandered. Brennan let out a sigh. I wander how he's doing with the squints? She let her mind drift. Not wanting to really think about anything. She found, much to her surprise, that again her mind settled on Booth. She could see him, standing before her. His deep brown eyes sparkling at her. His face lit in his trademark smile. Brennan felt her heart leap. Joy surged through her body. The smile on Booth's face changed into something more- Brennan thought for a minute-seductive. Yeah, she thought. Seductive. Seductive? When did I start using that word to describe Booth? Brennan's mind continued to wander. Slowly Booth walked toward her, his shirt was suddenly unbuttoned, exposing the taut skin of his chest. Her heart began to pound. Booth reached out and Brennan could almost feel his hand touching her cheek. She shook her head fiercely to clear it. Letting her head fall back against the wall she thought, I don't know what's worst. Being hungry or letting Booth invade her thoughts.

If you were kiddnapped, who would you think about?

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