The ride to the crime scene was quiet. Tension and awkwardness was heavy in the car's atmosphere. Booth hated the silence and tried to make conversation, but every time he opened his mouth he couldn't speak. Brennan was quiet. She wanted to break the silence, but couldn't find the words. Before they knew it they arrived at the scene.
"Female; late teens early twenties." Booth watched in awe as his Bones conducted her examination of the remains. He couldn't believe how good she was. He felt sadness at the thought of her only forgetting him because she wanted to. "The probable cause of death is blunt force trauma to the skull… Are you listening Agent Booth? I'm sorry, Booth." Brennan was aware of his lack of attention. "Of course Bones, female in her late teens or early twenties and got conked on the head." he said giving her his charm smile. Unknowingly she returned the smile and he felt relieved at her expression.
At the lab it was easy for Angela to do a facial reconstruction. Her sketch found a match and she hurriedly gave her results to Brennan. "Her name is Dinah White, 20. She was reported missing last week." "Thanks Angela. Someone should inform Agent Booth." "That would be you Sweetie." "Right, I will inform Agent Booth." As Brennan began to walk out of her office she was stopped by her friend's arm. "Sweetie, you need to stop being so weird around Booth. It breaks his heart that you don't remember him, but not wanting to talk to him will kill him." "It's not that I don't want to talk to him… it's just that I don't know what to say." " Brenn, just talk to him like you talk to me and you will see how much easier that makes it." "I will."
Brennan called Booth to inform him of their victim's identity. She and Fisher had examined the remains, but beside her fatal head injury there wasn't much else to look at. She was in her office waiting for Booth to show up. Since when did I begin to miss him? Angela's voice interrupted her friend's thoughts. They began to head out of the office when Brennan stopped. She saw Booth out in the platform. "Hot", Brennan said the words without thinking. "Sweetie?" Angela said in shock. "What?" a confused Brennan replied. "You just said 'hot', and are you starring at Booth?" Angela could not believe her eyes. "Oh, yes. He is totally hot." Angela dragged her friend deeper inside the office, almost out of sight and said, "You are checking him out. You have the hots for your partner. You like him and I don't even know if to jump or cry. I have been trying to make you admit you like him, but why now?" "If you have been trying to get me to admit it for so long, then why are you so worried?" "Don't you see? If you let your emotions drive you right now and you tell him how you feel and then you just ditch him, you will break his heart and he will die of sadness. He loves you Brennan and you can't ignite his feelings if you are not certain of what you feel." "Angela, I just said he was hot. That's it." "Look, you can lie to me, but you can't lie to yourself. Think about it before you try to take a step forward. Please?" "Don't worry Ange, I will."
A few days had passed and Booth discovered that the victim's stepfather had a motive and the opportunity to kill her. Booth knew that the stepfather's house was only a few miles from where they had found the victim. It was him. There was no doubt.
"Bones, we gotta go check out the stepfather. I think it might have been him. Come on, his house is in the middle of the woods were we found the victim. We gotta go." "Just let me get my jacket."
They were headed to the suspect's house and the ride suddenly became quiet. "Seems like it's going to rain." it was Brennan who cut through the silence. Booth was glad that she was the one to start the conversation. "Don't worry Bones, we won't be much in the rain." And once again silence filled the car. Brennan sneaked peaks at him and thought to herself, I could just eat him up. Temperance what are you saying? He's your partner. "We are here Bones." "This house is so far out from any communication. It's ideal for someone to commit a murder with no one around." "Yeah, and it's too quiet. Please stay near me."
They approached the house and found that the front door was open. It was like if he was waiting for them. They crept inside carefully and found no one. A loud shot was heard behind them and Brennan instantly jumped and grabbed Booth's hand. He felt her soft had clenched his. "It's okay, but I need you to stay close." They headed towards the front door again and heard yet anther shot. Booth knew that someone was hunting them. When they got outside he saw that someone had messed with his SUV's motor and there were two shots in the hood. "Son of a bitch. Where are you?"
The rain began to pour heavily and Booth knew that hiding in the woods was not a good idea, but it was the only choice. They began to make their way through the trees when shots came behind them. Booth pulled Brennan so that she ran at his same speed. He heard her groan and saw that she was hurt. "Bones! Where did he get you?" "My leg, but I'm fine. It's just a flesh wound. We have to keep running."
Running through the forest was hard enough without adding the mud produced by the rain. Without knowing it they slipped and fell into a ditch. Booth landed on his side and was just left without air, but Brennan hit her head on a rock. Through her dizziness Brennan warned Booth of the man standing behind them. In an instant Booth turned around and shot the man in the chest. He fell between the both of them. Worried that he might not be alone in their hunting they got out of the ditch and ran.