Here goes nothing for chapter 4:

There was hardly any contact between the Jeffersonian and the FBI for the rest of the day. Angela sent over the facial reconstruction around 3 o'clock, but other then that Booth finished paperwork and worked with other cases, while Brennan's interns worked on cleaning the victim's bones and she worked on anything she could find in Limbo. To the other squints surprise, she left the lab right when 6 came around, but as she left they could all see the frustrated and confused expression she wore.

The clock on the opposite wall was mocking him. Every ticking second was like a slap in the face, and every car the passed by and the sound of a door shutting were like verbal attacks. Bones never confirmed meeting him that night, she actually seemed like she wasn't interested in talking to him. But, he hoped she would still stop by, hopefully with a box of Chinese food in her arms. After one more look at the clock he decided if she wasn't coming to him, he was going to go to her. Booth got up changed into a black fit tee and grabbed his wallet and keys off the counter; he was a man on a mission.

He stood in front of her door and felt déjà vu, but this time she wouldn't come down the hallway smiling about his presences. After closing his eyes and a deep breath, he knocked forcefully. He then focused on the sounds he could hear in the apartment in front of him, there was music, the sound of scurrying feet, and the sound of running water. The abrupt opening of the door pulled him out of his concentration. Looking up, he realized he was going to get more trouble then answers. "Is Bones here?"

"Nope, she probably wont come home tonight anyways, otherwise it will be really late." Alison replied flatly.

"Do you know where I could find her?" He tried to use a friendly tone, but his frustration was reaching a high.

"I would start with bars in the area, if that doesn't work I would open the search to clubs, but you know its always possible she is at the lab." The sarcasm was back, Booth didn't get how this girl was related in anyway to his Bones, if they were related, it's not like anyone told him anything these days.

"Nevermind, just could you not tell her I stopped by." He let out a sigh of defeat and moved to leave.

Alison felt bad, this guy obviously cared about Temperance, and she was kinda being rude. "Did you try her cell?"

He turned back, "No, I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to talk to be right now."

Alison smiled, "Join the club. Do you wanna come in, you look like hell, and probably shouldn't be driving."

"No, I'm fine just been one of those days. Plus, I was told not to talk to you. It's kind of a breach of trust."

"She never mentioned me did she?" She asked.

"No"

"Don't worry about it dude, I get it. Really she isn't hiding a thing from you. I was part of her life, then I wasn't." Alison just wanted to reassure him of his place in TJ's life.

"Well, I'm going to go. I really shouldn't have come over. She needs space right, like I shouldn't be coming over in the middle of the night." Booth was questioning himself.

"No, I'm pretty sure she needs an anchor."

"Right," He then said goodnight and slowly walked away, feeling better then before.

Alison stepped back inside, went back over to the stereo, and cranked Good Life so the apartment felt less empty. She finished the dishes, cleaned the bathroom and dusted the many artifacts that were placed throughout. When she had nothing else left to clean or fix she walked into the den and sat down on the couch. With the remote she stopped the music during the chorus of Flashing Lights and she turned her attention to the rather large TV in front of her. Things had changed since she left, TJ had a television now, she had a large apartment, there were photos of Russ and his family up along with mounted paintings that were defiantly done by Angela. Alison laid down on the couch, turned on the TV and began watching a rerun of The West Wing. She shifted slightly and her intention was pulled from variety of storylines playing out to a cluster of photos on the bookshelf on the far wall of the room. On the middle self, prominently displayed was a picture of Booth and Brennan. They were both looking into each other eyes, hers had a glint of flirty spunk, while his were showing outright joy and even a hint of what could only be described as love. At that moment, Alison pulled out her cell phone and dialed Angela's number. "Hello" said a slightly groggy voice.

"Our girls in love." She said matter-a-factly.

"What time is it?" Whined the voice on the other end.

"How come when we were talking you said she wasn't interested like that."

(grumbles at the other end) "….genuis….fire….sleep…..food" There wasn't a coherent thought in the entire 2 minutes she went on for.

"What, Where is Bren?"

"uHhhh, I want sleep."

"Ange, I going to punch you in the face. Where is she?"

"She said she was going out, and something else."

"Very insightful."

"Hey its like 3 am so you…"

"Wow, okay go back to sleep." She hung up and thought for a minute. Then, she stood up, changed into a pair of running shorts and grabbed on of TJ's Northwestern Sweatshirts, one of the ones she used to where all the time, and headed out. She got to the Georgetown dorms quickly and went to find someone, who she thought she would have lost forever.


Temperance Brennan wasn't one to drink lots of alcohol to dull pain. So she didn't go to a bar or a club. She instead got coffee and went to the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. There she sat, watching the water in the reflecting pool, and just waited. It was one of those days that made her wish she could actually detach from her emotions. After years at her job she could easy remove her emotions from the loss of many lives and the stories of sadness that surround them. But, Alison, that girl, in an instant she could tear out her heart.

They were opposites, with the same last name. She was clinical and detached; she used logic and reason. Alison was loving and full of joy; she used observations and guesswork. They started from similar places, yet they turned out to be completely different.

She was still on the steps. The same steps that she had been with Booth on many nights, nights when she didn't feel sad, nights when things were happy. Even on painful nights when their cases were dealing with children or after one of them were shot at. This was one of those nights, but unlike the other times, she had made herself alone for this situation. Booth wasn't there to protect her, Angela wasn't there to comfort her, and her work could make her forget it.

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