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Booth hardly even tried to smile at Sweets. He sat there, his hands in his lap, chewing his lip.

"It's good to see you too." He lied. He didn't want to see anyone. Except her.

"How are you?" Sweets asked, his head tilted to one side. Booth cleared his throat.

"I'm fine," he said, "and you?"

"I'm okay. Did you spend the night at her apartment again last night?" Booth sighed, but didn't respond.

"I know this is hard Agent Booth. But we need to talk. So that we can find her."

"What good will talking do? She's missing. We should be looking, not talking."

"When did you last see Parker?" Booth was glad for the change in topic and replied, his temper calming.

"Two months ago." Sweet's eyes widened.

"Why haven't you seen him recently?"

"I've been busy. Quit being on my case."

"Okay Agent Booth. This is serious. You need to see your son. He may help you."

"Help me with what?"

"Help you with getting back on track. Getting on with your life. Routine." That did it. How could he get on with his life without Bones? He stood and shook his head.

"Agent Booth, please don't go."

"Fuck off Sweets." He said, slamming the door behind him.

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Boothmade his way to her apartment. As he stepped out of the car he heard a cry. He ran to where the sound came from, on the ground was a patch of blood. Nothing but a patch of blood. He looked up and around, his hand on his gun.

"Hello?" He called out, "Is anyone there?"

Nothing but a patch of blood.

He knelt beside the puddle and noticed at the bottom of it there lay a white piece of paper. He put his fingers in, wincing as the warm blood stained his hand. He held the paper away from his body and unfolded it. It read;

Agent Booth. To be reading this letter now, you must've put your hand in her blood. You may be wondering about that her whom I refer to. Well that her, is Dr. Temperance Brennan.

The letter slipped from his bloody fingers and he stood. Turned his back on Brennan's blood and ran.

He reached his car and barely got in when he started accelerating forwards. He made it to the Jeffersonian. Hodgins stood at the doorway to Brennan's office, his face solemn.

"Hodgins!" Booth shouted a t the top of his lungs, grabbing Hodgins arm with the hand that still carried Brennan's blood.

"What? What is it Booth?"

"Send some police to the alleyway off of Cumberland St. near Reno Road."

"Angela, get some people over to Cumberland off Reno." Angela nodded and ran.

"Booth," Hodgins said pulling him into Brennan's office, "What happened?"

"There is a pile of B-bone's blood. With a letter. Hodgins, we might be too late."

"Booth don't you dare give up! Don't you dare give up on her until there is evidence."

Holding the bridge of his nose between his fingers Booth tried to build up the courage to talk.

"Brennan wouldn't want you to give up. She is counting on you to hold up Booth."

"Bones wouldn't want me jumping to conclusions."

"No, no she wouldn't." A few tears betrayed Hodgins and slid over his eyelids. He wiped at them harshly and grabbed Booth. They hugged for a few seconds, before both of them pushed the other away.

"Shall we go?" Booth asked standing up on shaky feet. Hodgins nodded.