My newest story.

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Disclaimer- Bones is not mine, its probably better that way, Hart has done an awesome job.

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She had been missing for just over five months, and Booth had never been this way.

He sat in his small apartment living room and drank his seventh beer of the night. His brother sat next to him, staring at him. Booth hadn't gone to work in over three months and had hardly uttered a word for the past week. Every day one of his friends would visit him to make sure he was alright.

"Seeley," Jared said interrupting the loud silence, "this is ridiculous, she wouldn't want this, you know that."

Booth turned his head only slightly and his jaw was clenched tightly.

"You don't know what she would want. You don't know her." He said flaring his nostrils at his baby brother.

The boys sat in silence; Jared stood up and told Seeley he was going for the night. When the door closed, Booth stood and went to bed. He didn't take a shower, didn't change, didn't do anything, and as he lay in bed, as he knew would happen, he couldn't fall asleep. He lay there, his eyes closed and all he could see was her face. His eyes shot open at the sight of her beautiful smile.

When light made its way through his bedroom window in the morning, he got up. Pulled off his black t-shirt, and slipped on a white wife-beater. He pulled off his boxers and pulled on another pair and walked into the kitchen. He hadn't slept at all, and his head ached. He grabbed a box of Lucky Charms and let them fall from the box into his bowl. There was a knock at his door.

"Hi Booth." Angela said, as he opened the door revealing her behind it.

"Hi." He left the door open and walked away, she stepped in and closed the door behind herself.

"Okay, Booth this isn't fair. Brennan went missing five and a half months ago, I lost my best friend, and I don't want to lose you too." She couldn't contain her sobs, and her head hung forwards. Booth walked from the kitchen. To Angela's great surprise he didn't look sorry or sad, he looked blank.

"We all miss her. God damn it Booth!" She shouted as her tears overflowed. His face showed nothing. Except the single tear that fell from his eye, immediately he lifted his hand to his face and wiped it away. But for one second Angela saw Booths emotion for what it was. Heartbreak. He had given up hope, and there was no way in hell they would find Brennan if they didn't believe she was out there. Angela decided to take a different approach.

"We have some things that could be associated with Brennan. We found her watch. We also found something else." He looked up, his face tortured.

"What.. else?" His voice cracked.

"We found the bracelet you gave her. You did give it to her right. The one with the initials B&B."

"B-b.." he took a deep breath, holding back tears, "Booth, and Bones."

"We found it near the Washington Monument, Booth we can find her." He leant his shoulder against the door frame.

"Yeah? What makes you sure?" He said, no sense of humour in his tone.

"Because it's Brennan. You really think she'll give up that easy? We've found her before. We can do it again. But I will need your help Booth. We all will." He stood there sombrely. Thinking about her idea. He did agree, Bones was tough she would try and live. He nodded. Angela ran to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He just stood there.

He woke up the next day, rolled out of her bed. He had decided to sleep there that night. He thought it would make it easier to sleep, and just as he'd suspected he slept better than he had in weeks. He pulled on a pair of faded jeans and some white socks. He pulled on a green t-shirt that read "Big Boy" on the front in red block writing. He and Parker both had one. He walked to her desk and ran his hand over her many stacks of paper. Chewing the inside of his lip he pulled open her drawer. Inside it lay her next book, un-finished, and he fought the urge to touch it. Wanting so badly to see the words she'd written. See if she'd mentioned him at all. He decided not to.

All of them stood outside her door, Cam, Angela, Hodgins and Sweets. Each of their faces drained and disturbed, they all put on fake smiles as Booth pulled the door open. Booth wasn't the only one who'd been affected by Brennan's death. In fact Sweets and Angela had both taken a few weeks off work and Hodgins had suffered from the worst insomnia of his life. Even Cam, who'd not always gotten along with Brennan was having a hard time, she had been having trouble working without Brennan's incessant corrections and explanations.

"You ready?" Cam said as the group stepped into the apartment. It smelled of Brennan.

"Yeah," Booth replied grabbing his coat, "You?" He looked around at his colleagues, their façades had faltered and each and every one of their faces showed that they were on the verge of breaking down. In unison, as if they'd practiced they all turned and nodded, insincere smiles slowly appearing on their faces.

They arrived at the Jeffersonian and made their way to the conference room. As they sat a tall white haired man walked into the room.

"Hello everybody, I take it you wonder who I am. I worked with Doctor Temperance Brennan once a few months back and I thought I'd help with the case."

"When did you work with Brennan? And for what case?" Hodgins asked, suspicious as always.

"She told me about you, Hodgins right?" He nodded, "Well around six months ago there was a case, Nicholas Gibson, the man that was hacked to death. We never found the murderer, but I know she never stopped looking, and I liked her determination, so I thought I would help find her. I know you're all determined."

The group stared at the man before them. He was old, very old. But he seemed nice enough. They all nodded and told him to proceed.

"Well my name is Sam Gi—I mean Grolsch," he corrected, "I am a retired F.B.I agent. I worked with Brennan when you," he said pointing at Booth, "were looking after your son."

"You are named after a beer?" Booth sneered. The old man laughed.

"I guess so, yeah." Booth wasn't amused. He flared his nostrils and clenched his jaw. Containing the anger which filled his chest. He had no idea why he was so angry, but he was. Angela grabbed his hand and he froze, uncomfortable with the touch he removed his hand from hers.

Sam Grolsch had informed the group that they had two possible leads for Brenan's case. One which they'd followed from her B&B bracelet, and another from an area where they had found a hair follicle which belonged to her. He told them that he was having his team search high and low for Brennan, but Booth didn't think it was enough. At the end of the meeting they all went to the bar.

"Who is that guy anyway?" Booth asked Cam, angry.

"He seems nice Booth, and he wants to find Brennan." She said after taking a sip of beer.

"There's just something about him, y'know?" She didn't.

"I'm not good with people like you Booth. I would tell you to trust your instincts, but I think your wrong about this." She told him, as her hand lightly pat his shoulder blade. He shook his head but didn't say anything.

He woke up the next morning in Brennan's bed again. For a minute he forgot she was gone. Forgot about all the awful things that had happened in the last five months. But soon enough it all came back. Too soon if you asked him.

He made himself a piece of toast and butter. Pulled on a white shirt and black blazer. His black tie sat evenly around his neck, and his plain black belt buckle fit perfectly on his hip. He splashed his face with cold water and brushed his white teeth. He took one look in the mirror and felt shattered. He hadn't looked at himself for over a week. He'd avoided car windows, shop windows, and every mirror he'd seen. But now he stood face to face with himself. His eyes were bloodshot, deep purple underneath. The rim of his nose pink, along with the edge of his lips. He slammed his hand against the wall and a dent became apparent. Shit. Bones would be so pissed if she was here. But she wasn't so he was safe from her. But was he safe from himself?

As he arrived at the lab everyone stared. People he hardly knew pat his back and everyone looked at him as if he'd lost a love one. He had. Booth walked into Sweet's office and took a seat on the grey couch.

"Hello Agent Booth. It's good to see you here." Sweets exclaimed taking a seat across from Booth.

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Don't worry, I purposely ended it before the conversation started. :)