Thanks to spacekid77 for typing the majority of this!

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"So what do you really want?"

"So what do you really want?" Brennan asked, sipping her coffee with a smile as they sat in a booth at her favorite 'Royal Diner'.

"I thought we went over this. I'm your partner," Booth replied as he ate his pie hungrily. "And this pie, by the way," he pointed to it with his fork, "is amazing."

"I thought you'd like it." Her smile faded. "Seriously Booth, why are you back? I… I looked everywhere. I checked the FBI databases, schools –"

"I bet you didn't check military."

Brennan's fork clattered to her plate. "You went into the military?"

"Yeah," he mumbled. "I got your letter… and you were gone – I didn't know what to do."

"What branch?"

"Army. The Rangers."

"Rangers lead the way," Brennan murmured to herself.

"I thought it was the right thing to do… I didn't know if you'd ever come back, or if you were ok, or if-" Booth trailed off when he finally glanced up at his partner.

Her eyes had slid shut and she had started shaking. "Bones?" She continued to shake and her face scrunched up in concentration. Booth got up and slid into the booth next to her. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Temperance." At her given name, her eyes snapped open and she gasped. She jumped up and tried to move past him to get to the door.

"Booth, come on! We have to go!"

"Where?" he asked, confused.

"Come on!! I can't explain right now, just get in the car!" She was halfway out the door before he caught up with her.

"Whoa, whoa, hold it Bones," he said, catching her arm as she reached to open the door to his truck. "What's going on?"

"There's a body, Booth. Bones… it's what I do."

"Where? And how do you know?"

"I just know. If you're not in that car in five seconds, I'm going to kick your ass and then drive myself!" Taking the hint, Booth walked around the car and climbed into the driver's seat.

"Where are we going?" he asked for the third time.

"Out of the city. To a housing development called 'Happy Hollow'," she informed him before turning to stare out the window.

Booth pulled out of the parking lot with a chuckle.

"Very funny, Tempe. You had me there for a while."

She turned to look at him, her face dead serious. "Had you where?"

"You were always nosy, Bones. I know you looked at the file. It was sitting right on the dashboard on the way over here."

"Seeley, I swear I didn't look." Startled by her use of his first name, Booth looked over at her. He could tell by the look on her face that she wasn't lying.

"Then how the hell do you know the address of our case?"

She shrugged, turning back to the window. Booth wasn't fooled. He knew what was happening. He was back for a day and his 'gut' was already rubbing off on her.

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It was happening again. These visions that I got. . . they were hard to explain. Sometimes when I was working on a body I would get a flash of a face or of a person. They were kind of like flashbacks.

I was having one of those flashbacks. Except this one wasn't flashing back.

I saw a house and the glimpse of a sign that said 'Happy Hollow'. My vision zoomed into the house and I saw a body in the kitchen. A teenaged girl was standing next to the body. She looked me straight in the eye before whispering 'Help!' and scampering away.

"Temperance!" His voice jolted me out of my vision. I opened my eyes and found Booth hovering over me with his warm, concerned look. For some reason the vision had left me with a feeling of blind panic - I had to get to that house.

"Booth, come on! We have to go!" I said, trying to move past him. He asked me where we were going and I managed to squeeze by him and out of the booth. I was almost out the door before I looked back to see him still standing there.

"Come on!! I can't explain right now, just get in the car!" I said, trying to get him to move faster. It took some convincing, but he eventually started the car and headed for Happy Hollow, muttering about how I looked at the file.

Well I didn't. All I knew was that we had to get there, and fast. I turned my face to look out the window so he wouldn't see me trembling with the after-effects of the vision.