A/N: Sorry for the delay between chapters – between the holidays, and this past Monday being my birthday been busy! More updates to come more frequently! - R –

Chapter 14

Seeley Booth slowly drove down the same gravel road he'd been called to the other day when the call came in that Bones had been found. His heart still skipped a beat when he thought about it. He glanced quickly down at the sheet of paper he'd written down the names and addresses Wayne Frette had given him the other day. Booth knew he could send out agents to do this for him, but this one hit too close to home, this was something he wanted to do himself.

He scanned the sides of the road for anything out of the ordinary he may have missed the other day. Seeing nothing that caught his attention, he proceeded on towards Adam Rogne's house. He spotted the entrance to the driveway and accelerated briefly, and instead of parking in the driveway, something told him to park along the road in the ditch. He pulled into the tall grass and shut off the ignition.

He got out and stood beside his truck a moment staring into the woods beside the small house, there seemed to be woods surrounding the small home on all sides. This is pretty secluded, he thought to himself, as he took in his surroundings. It was eerily quiet. The only sounds to be heard were the local wildlife, and the sounds of his footsteps in the grass and leaves. No traffic or city sounds at all. It was hard to believe he wasn't that far outside of DC.

Cautiously approaching the house, he took the 3 steps up to the front door and knocked. He peered into the home through the small square window on the door. It seemed deserted. He knocked again more loudly, and said "FBI, open up".

He waited another moment, before trying the door knob. It turned easily in his hand. Surprised, he entered the home, calling out as he did stepped across the threshold. "Hello? Anyone home?"

Several plants decorated the small living room. A small couch, chair and matching end tables were the only furniture in the room. No television set or stereo. More plants hung from the hooks in the ceiling. Doilies were on the arms of the chair and couch, as well as frames with photographs scattered throughout. Not taking the time to scan every picture, he moved on into the next area.

Light from outside cast a yellow glow from the sun outside onto the greenery scattered throughout the home. It was also very quiet inside the house as well. Doing a cursory search of the upper level, Booth found no evidence of anyone having been here recently. The bedroom in the back looked as if it hadn't been slept in recently, and the closet was nearly empty.

Spying an open door in the kitchen, he turned on the light inside the doorway, and stairs leading to a lower level illuminated the darkness. He ascended the stairs and was greeted by a small living area.

A computer, day bed, and bookshelf adorned the room. He approached the bed, and a small table. On the table was a plate and glass. The bed looked rumpled, as if someone had been there not too long ago. Moving on to the bookshelf, he was surprised to see Bones' books she'd written on the shelf.

Suspicious, he glanced back at the bed, and went back upstairs. He opened a few cupboards, and then the refrigerator, most were nearly empty. He opened another small, narrow cupboard to the left of the sink, and found a bottle of Rohiphnal.

Bingo he thought

This is what the doctors at the hospital said was in Bones' blood stream. Placing the bottle in an evidence bag, he shoved the bag in his pocket, and turned to leave when he heard tires on gravel in the driveway.

Booth hurried to the front door and stood behind where it would swing open, hoping to surprise the person who would be entering. He quickly glanced out the small window on the door and saw a flashy red Camaro. It looked familiar somehow, but he couldn't recall where he'd seen it. He quietly upholstered his gun and held his breath, waiting.

Adam Rogne smiled as he approached his home. He was glad to be back. He hoped that Temperance was okay. She'd be glad to see him, of course. She probably didn't even know the door at the top of the stairs was unlocked, he thought, chuckling to himself softly, and shaking his head.

End this chapter