Wow. Its been a really long time.

I got a puppy during the Christmas holidays and had totally underestimated how difficult they are to look after! I mean totally worth it. Still difficult.

Reviews are very much appreciated, as always.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer- I don't own Bones, or any of its marvellous characters. Sad but true.

By the time Booth and Hodgins arrived at the scene where Bones' blood was, there was a team of 3 F.B.I agents and a few training anthropologists testing everything for evidence. Hodgins walked up close to the puddle and shuddered at the idea that this had once been running through the veins of his beloved co-worker and friend.

"You don't have to be here Agent Booth." One of the F.B.I agents told Booth as he scratched the back of his neck.

"I know." Booth replied and walked to where Hodgins stood.

"This is awful, but I think I can get some particulates and run them when we get back to the lab." Hodgins said staring at the blood stained concrete.

"Yeah. Good idea."

"Should we tell Grolsch? He'd want to know."

"Let's wait until we have some information. I'm going to the bar. Are you coming?"

"Nah man. I'll be there later."

Booth left the crime scene and made his way to the bar.

"I'll have a beer." Booth said as he sat at the bar stool.

"Hello," a young blond came to Booth's side and sat next to him, "I'm Jodie. What's your name?" Setting down his beer, Booth looked at the barely-legal girl next to him.

"Seeley."

"What a great name! I've always wanted to meet a man with an interesting name." Booth grunted.

"What's the matter honey?" Jodie raised her hand to the side of his head and played with the short hair there.

"Nothing. I would just prefer to be left alone, y'know." He tried to nudge the girls hand off of his hair but she didn't get the hint and instead took it as an invitation to lean her slim body into his.

"I think I know how to make you feel better." She giggled.

"I don't think you do." He said, standing up.

"Oh. Are we leaving?"

"WE are not going anywhere. I am going home. Goodnight."

"Jerk." Jodie whispered as Booth left the bar.

When Booth arrived in front of Brennan's apartment the crime scene had been cleaned up. Just a light red stain marred the ground. He walked up to it and knelt down. Staring at it, he felt a small part of his heart break off. Groaning, he stood and walked to the front door. Once he was inside her apartment he walked to her bedroom and to her second drawer, where her night clothes lay. He picked up a piece of tattered fabric and held it to his nose. It smelled like Brennan. Warm, sweet and fresh. For minutes he stood there and told himself she would come back to him. However, he couldn't help but feel riddled with guilt. Guilt that he had let her go missing. And, guilt for never telling her how he really felt. Willing her to come home safe and sound, Booth went to bed feeling sick, like he had every night for the past five and a half months.

:) Hope you liked it. I will hopefully be updating more regularly from now on.