Yeah!!!! So I'm sooooooooooo glad it's letting me post again. I was so upset when it wouldn't let me. I love writing, but I know so many of you wanted to read this story, and I really wanted to you read it as well. I enjoy it so much, and I want all of you to as well. I'm gonna try to throw in a little crossover with Law and Order SVU, so we'll see how that goes. I'm extremely proud of myself for actually focusing on their case, and it seems to be going pretty well. I'm still going to beg for reviews, suggestions, thoughts, life stories, anecdotes, ANYTHING! I love hearing from all of you. Thanks, have fun, enjoy, don't drink and drive…you get the drift.

Later that Evening

Booth and Brennan had just arrived back at their hotel after dinner. They had already been to Emily's office to pick up a list of former patients from her secretary, but had found no promising leads.

Booth sat down on the large bed, and began to untie his shoes.

Brennan was in the bathroom, with the door slightly ajar. "Hey Booth," she called.

"Yeah Bones?" Booth replied.

"Do you think you could come here for a second? I need your help," she told him.

"Sure," he said, wondering what exactly she needed from him. He padded softly towards the bathroom, pushing the door open slowly.

He walked inside, only to find Brennan standing there, with her back to him, wearing a sheer, lacy, short, black nightgown. He did all he could to suppress a moan from leaving his mouth.

"Can you cut the tag off of this?" She asked him, turning her head ever so slightly as she handed him the scissors. Her dark curly hair was loose around her face, which Booth longed to run his hands through.

"Uh huh," came Booth's reply, as he was unable to say anything else. He cut the tag off, and threw it in the trash.

"Thanks," Brennan said with a seductive smile, before turning off the bathroom light and walking into the bedroom.

"Is that new?" Booth asked, as he stood awkwardly beside the bed, unsure of what to do.

"Yeah, do you like it?" She asked, twirling around in front of him, giving him the full view of the revealing nightgown.

"Oh yes…very much," he told her. "Would you mind if I showed you just how much?" He asked.

Brennan laughed, a sound which warmed Booth's ears. "Oh no Seeley, I wouldn't mind at all."

Around Midnight

Brennan stepped out of the shower to hear Booth ending a conversation on his cell phone

"Who was it?" She asked as she wrapped a towel around her body and walked into the bedroom.

"Detective from the NYPD. They got a call a half an hour ago from Emily Clark. Someone broke into her home and attacked her. Apparently the dog scared him off, and she called 911. The Special Victims Unit responded, and called us after they heard about our involvement with her. Up for a trip to the hospital?" Booth asked.

Brennan looked a bit shocked. "Oh, yeah. Is she okay?" She asked as she quickly dried her hair and threw on some clothes.

"The detective didn't go into much detail, but I think she'll be fine. They'll meet us there," Booth told her.

St. Vincent's Midtown Hospital

12:45 am

Booth and Brennan stepped out of the elevator and onto the 8th floor of the hospital. They quickly located Emily Clark's room, and knocked softly on the door.

"Come in," called a man's voice from inside.

They entered, and were met by a man and a woman, who they assumed to be police officers.

"Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan, I presume," the man spoke, sticking out his hand. "I'm Detective Elliot Stabler, this is my partner Detective Olivia Benson. We're working Dr. Clark's case," he told them.

Booth and Brennan shook both of the detective's hands.

"Where is Emily?" Brennan asked them.

Detective Benson spoke up. "She's in surgery right now. The doctors told us to expect her out within the next hour or so," she informed them.

"Can you tell us what happened, or what you know so far?" Booth asked.

"Of course," Elliot replied. "Please, have a seat," he said, motioning towards a sofa and some chairs that were in the small hospital room. "Around 11:30 Dr. Clark was getting ready for bed, and was washing her face in her bathroom. She heard some noise in the kitchen, but assumed that it was her dog. A masked man came into her bathroom, wrapped his arm around her neck and dragged her onto her bed. He told her he had a knife, and would slit her throat if she fought him. He then attempted to rape her. Her dog, who had been out in the backyard, came in at that moment and began barking loudly, scaring the perp. Dr. Clark chose that moment to kick her attacker in the groin, and used his own knife to wound his arm. He ran out her front door, and she called 911. The lab is using the knife and the blood to try and identify our perp," he told them.

"After she called us, she fainted and hit her head on the way down, which is why she's in surgery right now. Other than that, we assume she'll be physically fine. We were wondering if we could collaborate on our cases; robbery didn't look like motive, and we were thinking that maybe this attack was somehow connected to the disappearances of her husband and children," Olivia added.

Booth nodded slowly. "It does seem a rather personal attack, although since the attacker was scared off by the dog, it's not likely that Emily knew her attacker well. Our main suspect at the moment is her neighbor's ex-husband. He worked for her husband, but may have harbored bad feelings after he was fired. We haven't located him yet, but may be living in Florida at the moment."

"Alright. Agent Booth, if you'd like to come with me, we can head back to our precinct to go over the evidence we've got so far," Elliot suggested.

"Sure, sounds good. Bones, I'll see you later, okay?" Booth said softly, placing his hand lightly on her arm.

Brennan smiled slightly. "Alright. I've got my cell with me, so call me if you find out anything. We can always call our lab if we need any help. I've got to call Ange anyways," she reminded him.

Booth nodded. "I know," he said as he walked out of the room.

"Liv, I'll let you know if anything comes up. Call me when she wakes up, okay?" Elliot told his partner, squeezing her shoulder before leaving.

Brennan sat down on the couch, and Benson took a chair next to her. "So you're from DC?" Olivia asked nicely.

Brennan nodded. "Booth works for the FBI, and I'm a forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian," she explained.

"That's so cool. I've always loved anything dealing with anatomy. It was one of my favorite classes in school," Olivia replied.

"Mine too, obviously!" Brennan said with a laugh.

"Well Dr. Brennan, tell me about yourself," Olivia said conversationally.

"Please, call me Temperance, or Tempe, if you like," Brennan asked her.

"Of course, but only if you'll call me Olivia. You have a lovely name," she commented.

"Thank you. Well, I suppose I don't have much of a life outside of work. I write mystery novels as well…it helps take the edge off of some of the cases," Brennan told her.

"And you and Booth?" Olivia said with a smile.

Brennan blushed, unable to hide anything. "We're just partner," she insisted.

"Sure, of course you are, just like Elliot and I. We're partners too. In and outside of work," Olivia replied, laughing.

This caused Brennan to blush even more, and she laughed as well. "I guess you caught us. Are we that easy to read? It hasn't been going on very long, but I mean I trust him, and it feels so natural," she confessed.

Olivia nodded. "It's only obvious because it's exactly the same for Elliot and me. We've been partners for almost 9 years, and we've been together for about 1. It was casual dating at first, nothing serious, but then one night after a particularly awful case, we just sort of took it to the next level. And it did feel very natural, as you said, we trust each other. It's awkward at first, I won't lie. You always wonder who you should tell and who you shouldn't, but after a while, you realize that it doesn't really matter who knows, as long as you are happy," she assured her.

Brennan smiled. "Thanks, really, it means a lot to me that you'd tell me this. It's hard for me, you know? I've never been a good one with relationships."

Olivia laughed and rolled her eyes. "Honey, I've had more bad relationships than I've had cups of coffee. But when it's right, it's right," she stated.

"There are just so many times when I wish my mom was here, so I could talk to her about all of this," Brennan said softly, in a rare moment of vulnerability.

"Your mom's gone?" Olivia asked quietly.

Brennan nodded. "My parents were criminals. Stole money…I didn't find out until a few years ago. My mother was killed when I was 8, and up until a few years ago I thought my father had been as well. My brother and I were in foster care after that. I found out that my father's alive, but he's running from the law. He's moved on from financial crime, and is now on to killing other killers. So we'll just say that I have a hard time trusting people and letting go," she revealed.

"I can relate. My mother was raped when she was 19. Nine months later, I was born. I grew up without a father, not that I would have wanted to know him, and with an alcoholic mother. I loved her, don't get me wrong, but I spent a lot of time taking care of her. She died about 4 years ago, and it was hard. I always feel that one day I'll end up like her, or worse, I'll end up like my father; violent," Olivia confessed.

Neither of them said anything for a few moments.

"I just guess we got lucky; we got good partners, who ended up giving us more than we ever hoped for," Olivia said wisely, taking Brennan's hand.

Brennan squeezed it lightly. "I agree."

A few minutes later, a doctor and a few nurses came into the room, one of them pushing a sleeping Emily in a wheelchair. They placed her in the bed, and hooked her up to an IV and a few monitors. The doctor motioned for Olivia and Brennan to follow him outside.

"Dr. Connors, this is Dr. Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian Institute in Washington," Olivia introduced the two of them. "Tempe, this is Emily's surgeon."

"Dr. Brennan it's a great pleasure to meet you. You do amazing work," he told her shaking her hand. "Dr. Clark is doing very well. We stitched her head up quite nicely, and did a few CAT scans and MRIs to ensure there was no damage. She's on a few painkillers right now, so she may be drowsy for the next few hours. Overall, I'm positive she'll be just fine. If you'll excuse me, I've got another patient to check on," he excused himself.

"Well, I'm glad she's okay," Brennan said with a sigh of relief.

"Me too. I'm going to call Elliot, I'll meet you back in the room okay?" Olivia said, walking down the hallway to ask the nurse where she could use her phone.

Brennan walked back into the hospital room, and pulled a chair up next to Emily's bed. She took one of Emily's hands in her own, and squeezed it gently.

"Don't worry Emily, we'll find them," she said softly.