A/N: I've never written a sequel before, so I figured why not write a sequel for the first story I ever wrote? Hope you enjoy! – R –

Bed of Fire

Sequel to "Picture of Ice" by Riviera41797

Seeley Booth leaned back in his office chair, his eyes scanning the scattered pile of papers before him, strewn across his desk. I'm more behind on reports that I'd realized he thought ruefully, leaning forward again snatching his coffee cup up from his desk. He stood quickly and was about to exit his office when the mail clerk nearly ran right into him.

"Oh! Excuse me Agent Booth, these just came for you," the young man said, thrusting the 8 x 10 envelope at him.

Frowning down at the envelope that said in big bold black letters, "PHOTOGRAPH DO NOT BEND", he glanced up at the young man and smiled "Oh…thanks" he said, not recognizing the new mail clerk. Must be a new guy, he thought absently

Retreating back into his office, he set the coffee cup down on the edge of his desk, and sat on the corner, ripped open the envelope.

He slid an 8 x 10 photograph out, and examined it. It was a picture of Bones, except…. this looked familiar somehow. Eyebrows drawn, he searched his memory for why he felt as if he'd seen this before. Then he remembered, and stood up; as if electrified, this is the same picture from the series he'd received from Jenny Montgomery/Jenny Mattson! But…. she was dead, so who was sending this same picture now? He wondered, concerned.

Tossing the photograph on his desk, coffee forgotten, he withdrew his cell phone, and he quickly dialed Brennan, hoping she'd pick up. His heart racing as he paced his office, she finally answered, sounding out of breath.

"Brennan" she answered the same way she always did, he noted with a small smile, grateful she answered.

"Bones! Where are you?" he barked out quickly, more harsh than he intended

"I just got home….Booth…." she trailed off, her voice took on a confused tone, and she was quiet

"What….what is it Bones?" he was greeted with silence

"Bones? Come on, talk to me here…."he said impatiently into the phone "What's going on? What's wrong?" he demanded

after a pause, she answered him : "Booth….it's the strangest thing….there is a pitcher of ice on my counter…and its just begun melting"

end chapter 1