Chapter 3 as promised =D

Disclaimer: I still don't own bones and it hasn't been my birthday yet soooo… I still only own seasons 1-3 on DvD.

Random thoughts on this week's episode:

XD i love when the skull appeared!

I so did that... like the skull retrieval.. ok not 100% like that, but I was in a shark cage at Sea World Orlando where they have the 'underwater' tunnel. It was mad cool.

NOOOOOOOOO...... how could Booth?! How could Bones?! -sniff-

-facepalm- this is all wrong

Booth:

Twenty minutes later, Booth entered the Jeffersonian, his mind set on Dr. Temperance Brennan. Her office was dark, the blinds drawn, and the door locked. The platform was empty, what grad student wanted to work on a Sunday? Veering down a hallway, he headed for Limbo. She wasn't there. Frowning, he made his way back to her office.

"Bones!" His fist rapped on the door. "Bones, are you in there?" More knocking. He pressed his ear to the door. Nothing. No Bones telling him to go away or stop his persistent knocking, no movement, no shuffling of papers as she just waited to go away.

With the frown more deeply etched on his face, he made his way back to the door. "Excuse me, but did Dr. Brennan stop in today?"

"Who wants to know?" The younger of the two guards had only recently started working at the Jeffersonian. There had been no case during the week and Booth had been tied up with paperwork at the Hover building.

"Cody, mind who you're talking to. I'm sorry Agent Booth, but I haven't seen Dr. Brennan all day. The night shift didn't mention her."

"Thanks George. Give me a call if she comes in."

"Will do Agent Booth."

Raising his hand in a farewell gesture as he walked away, Booth pulled out his phone and dialed.

"Angela Montenegro. How can I be of assistance Agent Stud Muffin?"

"Angela, have you seen Bones?"

"Not since Friday sweetie. What'd you do?"

"Why do you assume I did something?"

"You're the one calling me."

"I asked her… to… to give us a chance." He held the phone away from his ear as Angela let out a badly contained squeal.

"Then why are you looking for her?"

"She ran."

"And you let her!? You Seeley Booth are an idiot! Just wait until I get my hands on you!"

"Angela! She was crying, she was upset. I didn't know what to do! I drove her home, I went home, and here I am trying to find her so I can make her see that I'm never going to leave her!"

Silence. "Well, I can't help you. I haven't seen her and I haven't talked to her. If she calls me, don't expect me to tell you. I may have been rooting for you two from the beginning, but Bren's my best friend and I won't betray her trust."

"I understand."

"Good luck sweetie."

"Thanks Ange."

Flipping the phone shut, Booth made his way to his SUV. Apartment? No. Jeffersonian? No. Well I was lunch time. Maybe he was rubbing off on her enough that she'd remember to eat.

She wasn't at the diner. She wasn't at her mother's grave. He checked her apartment again and then called George. Brennan was nowhere to be found. With a heavy heart, Booth retired to his apartment for the evening.

Around 8pm, his phone rang.

"Booth."

"Seeley, it's Rebecca."

"Hey Rebecca, how's Parker?"

"He's fine." She sounded upset. "Actually, that's why I'm calling you. Drew and I broke up."

"I'm sorry Becca, he was a decent guy." So why was she calling him?

"I'm going away for the week to a spa with my sister. Parker wouldn't have any fun. Would you take him?"

More time with his son?! "Sure I'll take him."

"Thanks Seeley, this means a lot. You can pick him up after school tomorrow. I'll leave his bag in the office."

"No problem Becca. I am sorry about you and Drew."

"Thanks." Dial Tone.

A whole week with Parker, this was awesome! They would go to the park, eat ice cream for dinner, have food fights, visit the squints… squints… right… Bones. He let out a sigh and flopped back on the couch. Bones, he had to convince her. He couldn't just walk away without trying again. If you try and don't succeed try again.

Brennan:

When Brennan woke, the clock on her office read 9:42. She'd slept through the entire day. Rubbing her eyes, she pulled herself to a sitting position and groped around in the dim light for her lamp. Finding the switch, the room lit up in a soft glow. Standing, she flipped on the main light and made her way to her desk.

She wouldn't sleep tonight after sleeping all day. Might as well try and make a dent in the paperwork

Booth: At 10pm Booth dragged himself off to bed. Tomorrow he would have Parker for an entire week. Everything would be perfect; he just needed Bones to give them a shot.

It was 9:03 when Booth walked through the doors of the Jeffersonian. "Good ,morning George, Cody."

"Good morning Agent Booth. From what I can tell Dr. Brennan was here all night. She was in her office when the shifts changed at 7."

"Thank you."

When his hand came to rest on her office door, he found it… locked. Had she been in their since yesterday afternoon? His knuckles tapped on the door. "Hey Bones, open up!"

"It's unlocked Booth."

"I just tried the handle. No it's not." He turned it again and… it opened. "Well lookie here." Brennan sat again in her desk chair. "Doing paperwork so early in the morning Bones?"

"No. I've been doing it since about 8 o'clock last night."

"You were here last night?"

"Yes. I feel asleep at approximately 4 am Sunday morning and didn't wake up until 8, which is when I began paperwork."

Booth silently cursed. She'd been here the entire time, sleeping, but here none the less. "Well Bones, let's get you some breakfast then."

"Booth, I'm not hungry."

"People need to eat. It's a basic daily function. Up and at em." Walking behind her desk, he placed his hands under her arms and lifted her up from the chair."

"Booth! I'm perfectly capable of getting up myself." He opened the door.

"Yeah yeah, me and my alpha-male tendencies. Let's go, hut hut, breakfast time."

"Can I drive?"

"No."

"But Booth"

"No." His tone was final. Why did she always ask? His car, his FBI issued car, his keys, he drives. What was so hard about that?

Sliding into their usual table, Booth tried to find a way to tell her. Pushing her away more was the last thing he wanted to do.

"The usual?"

"Not today, well now anyways Ashly. I'll take a coffee and Bones here will have…" He looked to her.

"An omelet please and a cup of tea."

"Coming right up."

10 minutes later, Brennan had her omelet, Booth has his coffee, and all was well. For Brennan anyway. Booth was still deep in thought trying to find a way to tell her. Just as he was about to say something, his phone rang.

"Booth…." Bones waved Ashly over and took care of their bill. "Let's go Bones. We have a case." She stood and followed Booth back to the SUV. "Aren't you going to ask to drive?" he joked.

"No. I don't know where the crime scene is therefore it would be illogical for me to drive, take longer, and my bones could be compromised."

"Ok, ok I get it. Let's rock and roll."

"I know what that means!"

"Good for you Bones, good for you."

Ok, I know this chapter was short, but it seemed like a good place to leave off. I don't want to get to far into the case and then Parker (I love that character xD). Woo! I'm still loopy on antibiotics, but the gears are turning! Brennan, that means my mind is working, more specifically: my imagination.

I hope the phone conversations weren't to weird… I never was very good at those…

Review please, even if it's only a word or two or to correct me on any spelling/grammar errors there may or may not be. Ashly is a real name, you can spell it without the 'e'.

Til next week, -DHUnleashed

Preview of the next chapter:
"I don't like you." He was blunt and too the point.
"Excuse me?"
"Stay away...

DUN DUN DUN!