Thanks for the reviews for the first chapter. Thanks to Mandi for Beta-ing me on this and I hope that you will stick with this. There will be LOTS more to come.

Title: The Agent On the Run

Summary: Some things are just plain dangerous to know...

Genre: Drama/Romance/Mystery/Action/Suspense

Rating: T

Characters: Temperance Brennan, Seeley Booth, Angela Montenegro, Zach Addy, and Jack Hodgins

Pairings: BB and Hodgela

'This could be, this could be the last time
It's a chance to fix mistakes,
One more for the last time...
This could be the last time...'

- The All American Rejects, 11:11 PM

Seeley Booth pulled his sunglasses on. He sat in his black SUV, parked in a space of a hospital's parking lot, just looking, thinking.

His blazer was in the passenger seat along with his leather jacket. His duffel bag was in the back seat. The cell phone was in the coin slot by the steering wheel and stereo system and his gun was hidden under his jacket on the passenger seat. His mind was on Brennan, the team, and the Jeffersonian.

It had been three full hours since the call and he sped off. He had lost the cops, but didn't know for how long. He was well off from his home, the Jeffersonian, and the city in general. Brennan had called his cell many times, but Booth just couldn't chance it and he knew that.

He had three credit cards and about six to seven thousand dollars taken out of his account. He'd bought bullets and batteries, promising himself to save the rest for the long journey ahead.

Booth wasn't sure where to go. He would stop at hotels, but knew that his face would probably be all over the news by now. By now, or by midnight at most.

Turning on the radio, Booth leaned against the steering wheel. He was an ex-agent now. Forced to run for God only knew how long.

His mind went back to Temperance Brennan. Would she know sooner than later? WWould she be captured, hurt? Booth didn't know. All he knew was that he would miss her and the team. And his job.

Booth found his mind whipping around to Parker then. His boy, only five. Would Rebecca be wondering why he wasn't calling to pick him up on his custody days? Or would Rebecca see the news, see him, and be angry? Parker, he knew, was going to want him, wonder where his dad was. And Booth just couldn't chance calling anybody he knew.

Turning the radio off, Booth sat back with a sigh. the gas in the SUV was full and he figured that by the time he got out of D.C., he'd have to refill it again.

He was in deep, he knew it, but there was ntohing he could do now. There was no going back and was no mistake in what had been done.

His cell rang. Brennan.

Booth wanted to answer and tell her everything that was going on. How he'd been given a chance, lost it, and killed a member of his of FBI team..a friend...before he had joined her and the others. But he had to play it safe from here on in. He couldn't take any personal calls from home. The only call her could and would accept were his ransom calls.

Figuring he better get a hotel further away, Booth started up the engine and pulled out of the parking garage. It was well into the dark of night, but he kept his sunglasses on to be safe. He had even changed the liscence plates on the SUV from the chase before, putting on his father's plates from a car he's had not toolong ago. They were still legal, D.C. state, and good condition enough to use.

Booth pulled out onto the highway and drove on through the night, keeping an eye out for a cheap hotel for a few hours and ignoring Brennan's ring tone.

12:00 AM

The green neon clock stared Booth in the face from his car clock. He was far from the city and was driving slowly, scanning the long line of hotels. All the ones he saw had no vacancy so far.

"Ridiculousm" he muttered. Looking to the left side of the street, he caught sight of Red Roof Inn with a vacancy sign. "Yes, thank you." He pulled into the lot and stopped the car in front of the doors. Making sure it was locked, he grabbed his jacket, hiding his firearm and cell in the pockets. He walked up to the desk, not taking his glasses off. "Hi, I need a room."

The desk clerk looked up. "Name?"

Booth bit his lip. Using his real name was going to be a no-no from here on in. So, he thought of something. "Parker David."

"How long?"

"Rest of the night."

After a few more informational details that Booth handled smoothly, the clerk handles him a key. "Our last room. You got lucky."

Booth nodded. "Sure did." He grabbed his bag out of the car after parking it and went up two flights of stairs before entering his room.

Two beds were on each side of the room with a sidetablwe between them. A phone and lamp were set on it with a TV remote and a TV on the entertainment stand. Booth tossed his bag on the table next to the bed by the window and slung his jacket over the chair. He turned on the TV to the news channel, set his gun and cell on the sidetable and sat on the bed. He stared at the hotel phone and picked it up, dialing Brennan's home number. This was the only safe way for him to talk to her.

Booth waited before she had finally answered on the fourth ring.

"Hello?" She sounded groggy.

"Hi, Bones."

"Booth?" Now she sounded wide awake. "Booth, where--"

Booth sighed. "Bren, I can't say much, but I'm in trouble."

"What? Booth, where are you?"

"I can't tell you. All I can say is that I'm in a lot of trouble."

"I called your cell--"

"Just listen to me, Bones!" Booth pressed. "I cannot tell you anything and I can't call you as often as I would like! But I need you to play safe and stay low, can you do that?"

Brennan was completely lost and confused. She had never heard Booth act like this. Hardly. "Booth. You didn't show up for work, don't answer my calls...I want to know what's going on."

Booth sighed, rubbed his eyes, then glanced at the TV. He was on the news. Just as he'd knew.

"Booth?"

"Sorry, Brennan," Booth closed his eyes. "I can't say anything more." He bit his lip and watched the TV screen. "I need to call Rebecca."

Brennan nodded. "Fine. Just tell me you'll come back."

"Sorry, Bones," Booth grinned in spite of himself. She was still the same. "I can't." He put his finger on the button, hanging up on Brennan, who was in mid-sentence. Once he got a dial tone, he called Rebecca's. Waiting until the fifth ring, he decided to leave a message when the machine came on.

"You've reached Rebecca! Leave a message and I'll get back to you!"

Booth shook his head, then bit his thumb. "Hi, Rebecca. It's me. I--I can't tell you much, but I will tell you what I can." He paused. "Just don't tell Parker..."

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