Sorry for the wait! I hope this chap explains some things. And for anyone who's worried I'm turning supernatural – this is NOT an ESP fic. Enjoy! (p.s. Sorry for any errors. I never have a beta for my stories.)

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"So how DID you know?" Booth asked as they got off the exit that would take them to Happy Hollow. Brennan sighted.

"Forensic Anthropologists have to travel abroad to help identify victims. I went to Guatemala to investigate a mass grave. I was captured and during my capture I started to have these visions – or at least that's what I thought they were.

"They were about different things, but mostly about the bodies I had worked on. I realized later that they were my mind's way of processing information- very, very fast. It takes events, facts, pictures, etc. and analyzes them so fast that I black out for a period of time.

"That's what happened at the diner – except this time it was different." She paused, a confused expression on her face. "Instead of flashing back, it seemed to flash forward.There is a girl at the house, alive. I've seen her before but I can't place where."

All of a sudden, a look of recognition came over her faces. "The address of the case IS on the file! It's always written on the front! I must have seen it out of the corner of my eye, and then my mind pieced that together with the girl, where ever I know her from. . ."

Booth had remained silent through her speech. His expression was thoughtful.

"So you're not ESP?" He asked.

"No."

"Cool. We're here." He parked next to the simple house and they both got out, heading over to where a group of 10 or so cops stood huddled in a circle. Booth flashed his badge as they approached across the dying grass.

"FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth and Dr. Temperance Brennan." He introduced. "We need to get inside."

"Woah, hold it Fed. We're waiting for the cavalry to get here." Booth stepped closer to the shorter man and glared at him.

"I am the cavalry. We're going in and clearing it out so that Bones can do her thing."

"I'm coming too." Brennan argued.

"No, you're not." Booth shot back.

"You don't know what you're looking for."

"You're not trained to clear out an unknown house, Bones."

"And YOU are not trained to examine human remains!" Booth rolled his eyes and grabbed the Kevlar vest that one of the cops was offering him. Strapping it on, he pulled out his gun and turned back to Brennan.

"Fine. But stay behind me." Brennan nodded and watched as the other cops started suiting up. Feeling left out, she poked Booth in the shoulder to get his attention.

"I want a gun."

"No." Booth replied as he checked that his gun was loaded.

"Why do you need that? The house is empty."

"You don't know that." Tempe raised an eyebrow at him. He read her expression perfectly. It said, 'I'm the one with visions, remember?'.

"Better safe than sorry." He said as the lead officer called them over.

"Ok men." Glancing at Brennan, the officer cleared his throat. "And women." This earned a laugh from a couple of the rookies and a glare from Booth. "We go in, clear the place out, and then Dr. Brennan will enter."

"I'm coming with you." Brennan spoke up stubbornly.

"Don't worry, she'll be behind me." Booth reassured the man who looked doubtful.

"Alright, move out." The men started for the house, Booth and Brennan lagging behind. Someone kicked down the door and everyone spread out. Booth headed for the kitchen with Brennan right on his heels. The kitchen was anything but clear. A dead man lay on the kitchen table, his face smashed beyond repair. Brennan immediately went to the body as Booth went to the teenage girl that was curled in the corner, watching them warily.

"Are you ok?" He asked, approaching her.

"I'm fine, Booth." Brennan answered, not looking up. The girl chuckled.

"I believe he was talking to me, Dr. Brennan." Tempe whipped around.

The girl was about 14, with big brown eyes that bore a striking resemblance to Booth's puppy-dog beggers. Her hair, although matted, was auburn and a bit longer than her shoulders. She wore jeans and a thin tee- her arms were wrapped around herself from the cold. It was the girl from her vision.

"How...?"

Tempe wanted to ask how she got there, how she was in her vision. Instead she finished with '...do you know my name?"

"I've read your books." The girl said with a shrug. "And you have a name tag. . ." The girl pointed. Brennan looked down. Sure enough, there was a bright blue sicker on her shirt that said 'Hi! My name is Dr. Brennan'. She groaned as Booth laughed.

"I was giving a tour this morning, ok Booth?" Growing serious, Booth turned to talk to the girl, but she was gone.

"Where'd she go?!" He asked, outraged. "She can't be that fast!"

"Booth, just get a team in here to bag this guy, we'll deal with her later." She had a feeling that the girl would show up again soon. She wouldn't hang around a crime scene for nothing.

As Brennan turned back to the body, Booth was still trying to figure out how the girl got away so fast. One thought was sticking in his head – Boy, that girl sure looked a lot like Bones.

As Booth left to find someone to yell at, Brennan also thought about the girl. She sure looked a lot like Booth.