so yea i managed to write more even though i should be studying. oh well. what mum dusnt know won't kill her.

so i know last chapter was even more confusing then the one before that but i managed to answer most of the confusion-except for some.

warning - this is kinda a pointless chapter but it answers all the questions of 'why didn't she just call him' or 'is she stupid?' sorry i havnt answered the main question yet but that will come probably in the next chapter ( in know, i said that awhile ago but this time its true!)

Um, please review, and thanx again for all those who did last time

Disclaimer: I dont own bones.

Brennan was restless the next day. She waited in the office, turning quickly if anyone came through the door, expecting to see his muscular frame walking it, throwing his dice up in the air. But it never was.

She knew she was kidding herself. Did she really expect him to come in? He was dead!

She thought about calling him. Someone had been on that phone to her – why didn't she call back? That was the most obvious thing to do. But she knew the real reason.

She had gotten her hopes up too high, and that phone call was the last straw. She wanted to believe that Booth was alive, wanted to hear his voice again, and now everything she said or did was becoming disoriented, or circled around him. That phone call could have been anyone, but she was so willing to hear his voice again that she believed it was him.

But she knew it wasn't rational. She had heard his heart stop, seen the heart monitor flicker then lay flat, saw his head smack forward. All this images replayed in her mind, and so she knew she was kidding herself that there was even a shred of hope that he was alive.

But why his records? The only explanation that she could come up with was the FBI. Maybe they had erased the information – it would have had his occupation, and could have been a danger to anyone, including herself. She couldn't imagine why anyone would want to keep the information from her. It was still confusing though.

Brennan sighed. These were all theories, and she was used to working with cold, hard evidence. She glanced at the phone that now lay on her desk. Should she? Just try the number? See if anyone picks up?

But Angela came in, deciding her fate. She ignored the phone, and looked up at her.

"Any luck?" Brennan asked. Angela had tried calling around and see if anyone had any information of Booth.

Angela shook her head. "Nothing."

Brennan told her her theories, and Angela nodded thoughtfully. "Well, that makes sense. The FBI likes to make sure no-one knows what's happened."

But now a new thought concerned Brennan. "What if they covered up his death again? They could have erased the records so no-one knew he had been hurt in any way, so no criminal could know he was injured." Brennan knew that this was a good possibility, but she knew Booth would have made sure he knew. But maybe that's why he had tried to call her.....

Angela interrupted her thoughts. "Well, I'll try calling a few more people, then I'm going. Do you want to go out for dinner?" she asked, hoping for some quality girl time with Brennan.

Brennan had to think. As much as she wanted to go with Angela, have a break from the lab and from the confusing thoughts that was her world, she really just wanted to stay here and mope.

But Angela didn't want to hear her answer, knowing bluntly that she would try and refuse. Instead she grabbed her arm.

"Hey!" Brennan asked in defense, holding up her hands.

Angela lowered her eyes at her. "We're going. Bar. Booze. Boys. You're coming."

"I really think I should-"

"Sweetie, no offense but I really don't care what you want to do. You need a break and some alcohol. And I know just the perfect spot."

Brennan tried to protest but Angela was already grabbing her coat for her. "But what about those calls you need to make?" Brennan asked, trying to prolong the time till her dreaded fate.

"Too bad. Come on." Angela had to lead Brennan out of the room.

*

It was already 9 o'clock when they entered the bar. It was a nightclub, the loud music thumping through Brennan's ears, manipulating her brain to follow the heavy beat. At least the music did something useful – it blocked all her thoughts, so no issues of Booth sneaked their way into her brain.

Angela led her over to the bar. "2 scotch, please." The bartender nodded and went to retrieve their order.

"Don't you just love this music?" she yelled over the pumping rhythm. Brennan had trouble seeing her through the flashing lights.

"It's very stimulating!"

"Yeah!" Angela agreed. "It's great!" she raised her arms, swinging her hips in time with the heavy beat.

Brennan looked around. "There's many people of different cultures here! Do they enjoy this music too? I would have thought that they would enjoy music of their own culture, such as Japanese!"

Angela rolled her eyes. "Sweetie, for once, no lab speak. We're out in the real world now. Just enjoy the music!" She reached back and grabbed her scotch, downing it in one swallow. Brennan decided to take her advice. She needed a distraction. She reached back and picked up her glass. She put it up to her mouth slwly, and gently started to swallow it. Angela pushed her hand forward and tipped the whole thing down her throat. Brennan doubled over, swallowing the liquid. It was like fire through her sarcoughogus. She heard Angla laughing and straightnened up. She, too, grinned.

Angela giggled. "You ready now?"

Brennan grinned even wider. The trick with the sctoch had worked – she was excited, in the mood for fun. "You bet!"

Angela grabebd her hand and led her through the crowds of people. Brennan had to stop herself from examining and spectulating over the different cultures – she wanted this to be fun, and didn't want to bore Angela either. So she followed her steps, marvelling at the lights and the music. Angela drew them into the middle of the dance floor, and grabbed her hand, spinning her around. Brennan twirled, feeling the mood of the frivolity. She was enjoying it, and danced with Angela. Then Angela drew her close.

"Look over to your right!! Hot guy alert!" she tried to whisper in her ear, but ended up shouting anyway. Brennan moved her head to the direction she was saying and saw a guy, about 30, wearing a suit, tie undone, shirt untucked. He had a thin layer of stubble on his chin. He had two dimples.

Brennan had to stop herself from collapsing. The resemblance was just too similar. She stopped dancing. Angela stopped, a concerned look on her face.

"Sweetie? Are you alright?"

By now everyone within a 3 metre radius had stopped dancing and moved back to give them space, but whether because of Angela or just peace she wasn't sure. Her ears were ringing, her focus blurred. She glanced over to where she had seen the man, but he had vanished. She collapsed on the floor, and she heard people gasp. Angela was really concerned now.

"Can someone get me some water?" she shouted to no-one in particular. Brennan heard a faint response. Her head was throbbing, the loud music still pounding in her ears and through to her brain. The alcohol started to take effect, and she felt dizzy. Someone handed her a glass of water and she gladly took it, gulping it down. After a few minutes the pain started to subside, and people went back to dancing, thinking she was just someone who had never had alcohol before. She tried to get up, trying to get out of the club. Angela helped her to her feet.

"Can you walk?" she asked, her voice still very loud.

Brennan nodded, though still disoriented. "I think so. I just need some fresh air."

Angela nodded, and led her through the crowd. At the door, the bouncer glanced at her for a second, then gave Angela a look that suggested he'd seen this many times before. He held the door open while Angela nearly carried Brennan through it.

She sat her down on a bench outside the bar, and looked worridly at her.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, Ange. It was just a bit loud in there."

Angela could tell she was lying. "It was that guy, wasn't it?"

Brennan looked up, then shamefully nodded. "He just...reminded me of Booth."

Angela nodded. "I know. I realised after I pointed him out. I'm sorry."

Brennan shook her head then laughed. "Don't be. You just saw I guy. I just saw more." She sighed. "I keep thinking he'll come back, you know? Every person that I see, I just expect them to be Booth."

Angela nodded again. "It's hard. But it'll pass."

"I hope," Brennan said, knowing that it might never.

*

Angela drove her back to Brennan's house, and they both went in. They sat at the table, quietly chatting about random things – the case, guys, new clothes Angela had seen. Brennan carefully noticed that she kept the conversation well away from Booth, and changing it if it started to stray too close. Angela kept the conversation light, laughing often to keep Brennan's mood light.

Brennan was enjoying the girl time. She was often surrounded by Booth, and he always seemed to interrupt their fun. She knew it appalling to think, but she was actually enjoying it without the interruption.

Angela didn't stay long. She recognised when Brennan was getting tired, the small little hints. A muffled yawn here, a rubbing of eyes there, slight glances to the bedroom. Even though Brennan didn't want her to leave and tried to make her stay, she needed sleep.

"Are you going to be alright?" Angela asked, her voice joking.

Brennan rolled her eyes. "I'll be fine, Ange."

Angela grinned and hugged her. "Love your guts, sweetie."

Brennan laughed. "Your's too!"

Angela laughed in agreement then walked out the door. Brennan watched her walk away and then closed the door quietly. She sat down on the couch and rubbed her eyes, aimlessly flicking through channels. After finding out nothing was on, or just wanting a distraction from something, she did what she loved to do after a long day,so she slipped into her bedroom and walking to the shower. She ran the hot water till it burned her skin, and she let it unloosen all the knotted muscles under her skin. She used her favourite shampoo – smelling like lavender – and rubbed it into her folds of brown hair, letting it run loose down her back. It felt wonderful to be surrounded by nothing but steam. No pain. No devastation. No death. Nothing.

After about 20 minutes she started to feel tired. Reluctant to leave the warmth of the shower, she nontheless turned off the taps and stepped out, then dried herself down. She dressed in her favourite pair of pajamas, and then climbed into her bed, curling up under the warm duvet.

Then she heard noises from the lounge room.

She sat up quickly, wondering how to sneak up and knock out whoever was there.

She quietly climbed out of bed, arms held up in front of her chest in a stance of attack. She crept towards the door.

Then dropped her shoulders.

It was the TV. She had left it on.

She felt like a fool. She had been scared by a TV.

She walked forward and turned off the TV, the sudden darkness sharp to her eyes. She turned off the light, then walked back to her room, anxious for the warm quilt.

Then she heard another noise. She turned quickly, stance ready again. She scanned the room.

Nothing stirred.

Then she heard a key turn in the lock to her door.

She stifled a gasp.

Then he walked in. All pure glory, her angel, her big, strong, hot knight in shining FBI standard-issue body armour. Her mouth gaped open, and she struggled to breath.

She staggered backwards, her hands clutching her chest, and then gasped in surprise.

Then she fainted.

He caught her in his arms before she hit the ground and lay her gently on the bed, staring at her plae, beautiful face.

kk sweet ending. i really luv the 'knight in shining FBI standard-issue body armour' quote. i know ur probably still like.....what? but as i said i will explain in the next chapter. but ANY IDEAS OF WHAT HAPPENED OR THEORIES ARE WELCOME! PLEASE TELL ME COZ IM STILL ACTUALLY TRYING TO WORK IT OUT MYSELF! i was originally going to have booth die but everyone wanted him to stay alive. i have an idea in my mind (thanks to a great friend) but any more would be welcome. remember - this story is about what you guys want.

thanks for reading!

till next time! bobthetree123 (author)