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The phone shrilled loudly from its hook where it hung on the kitchen wall.

Matthew Brennan's hands shook as he reached to answer the phone, there was only one person who ever called him, and he was certain this was that person on the other end of the ringing phone. Willing himself to sound stronger than he did, clearing his voice quickly, he picked up the phone.

"Hello?" he greeted, sounding hoarse despite his attempts at sounding strong.

"Ah Mr. Brennan, I just thought I'd let you know that your daughter has indeed been heeding the warnings, however her boyfriend at the FBI has not. Perhaps you should advise her to call off the FBI to secure her own future wellbeing, yes? The FBI is not an organization I or my colleagues wish to have any dealings with."

Matthew was silent a moment, pondering what the man on the other end of the phone said.

"I understand" he finally responded, wishing he could think of something stronger to say to fight, yet knowing he could not.

"Actually, I don't think you do. If you care to open your front door, you will find an envelope there. Look at the contents carefully, and then I think you actually will understand. I will be in touch, Mr. Brennan."

Then all he heard was a click and dead air, the caller had hung up. He had no idea who it was he was even dealing with. The crew had been pretty large and wide spread when he and his wife were a part of it. He had been under the mistaken impression they were all dead, in jail or hiding. After his wife was killed by McVicar, he ran, thinking it was for the best to think and regroup. He was glad he didn't go back for Russ and Tempe now. Knowing what could have happened after loosing his Christine in the horrible way he did. He'd rather them be out there, alive than dead because of him.

Replacing the hand set of the phone, and walking quickly to the door of his small apartment, he spied the mentioned beige manila envelope propped against the wall next to his door. Gingerly picking it up, he closed and locked the door and went back to the kitchen to see what the madman left for him.

Slitting the 8 x 10 sized packages open, out fell an assortment of glossy 5 x 7 and 8 x 10 photographs, featuring his daughter. One was her walking to her car in a darkened garage, the next was a long, deadly looking hunting knife protruding from what he could only assume was his daughters door, another was done obviously with a telephoto lens, as it was her in her apartment, blinds hanging askew; then there was a series of shots of a dark sedan following a few cars behind a small silver sports car with the personalized plates "bones". That must be her car, her working with human remains it makes sense to have a nick name like that he thought. The photos fell from his hands. He looked at them in a pile on his table for a long moment before picking up the phone.

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Seeley Booth was going through some new information some of his fellow agents and co workers had passed off to him on Brennans case. There was a possibility they had found where her father was living, and as requested, the files were given directly to him upon finding the information; he wanted to be the one to interview her father, if it was even him, not some rookie agent who didn't know the case as personally as he had. He wanted to be sure before he told Brennan about it though. No sense getting her hopes up unnecessarily. This entire experience had been hard enough.

Glancing over at his clock, he noted it was later in the afternoon than he thought. He planned on stopping at Bones' place to make sure she was okay. That was weird what happened between them this morning, he reflected. Admittedly, he was beginning to notice his feelings for his partner had changed, but he didn't want to move to fast and scare her off. He wanted to be sure she felt the same, and he was pretty sure she did. She definitely wasn't the type he usually went for, but there was just something about her that drew her to him. Sometimes it seemed like he was obsessed with her, always wanting to be around her, wondering what she was up to, if she was okay, trying to include himself in her life as much as he thought he could get away with. Hell, he even acted like a jealous jerk around that so called boyfriend of hers the other day when he stopped by the Jeffersonian. She hadn't mentioned him lately though he thought with a smile.

Picking up the phone, and dialing her cell number, he was greeted with her voicemail, prompting him to leave a message. "Hey Bones its me – just wanted to let you know I'll be stopping over tonight to uh…talk, so yeah, I'll see ya later" and he abruptly hung up. He sat there a moment, staring at the scrap paper he had been doodling on. He'd written "Bones" in big block letters, and had begun shading them in.

Why the hell was he so nervous about this anyway? Jeeze, he didn't remember feeling this way since high school for crying out loud. He never use to feel nervous around her before, did he? He didn't think so. Maybe once they talked things over, maybe see if she'd be willing to go out with him on non work related time, he'd loosen up a little. Yeah. He had to think about what he was going to say to her later. How he was going to do this without screwing it up. The last thing he wanted was to piss her off so she would beat the crap out of him or not talk to him for months. Gotta be smooth, suave, pour on the charm, he thought, mentally outlining his plan.

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Temperance's home phone rang 4 times before her answering machine kicked on, and played her message to leave a message.

"Temperance, honey, its me. Thank you for listening to my warning. You have to tell the FBI, tell your boyfriend to stop the search….please. Stop looking. Stop looking right now Temperance. For your own sake tell him to stop"…..and the machine clicked off, red light blinking.

End ch. 6

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