Cam had to call Sweets several times before he picked up groggily. He didn't give him time to answer.

"Sweets. Come to the Jeffersonian right now. Better yet, meet me in the front. I have something to tell you." Cam's voice flew so fast so couldn't barely understand her self. There were tears in her eyes, "I should have done something, Sweets!" She screamed in to her phone. "It was so obvious. You had to see it to. Why didn't we do anything?" She asked hopelessly. Were they already to late?

"Slow down. I'm on my way." Sweets' voice was still hoarse but he was alert now.

"No. I need to think. All you have to know is that it's Brennan."

"Did you call Booth?" Sweets asked, and when she didn't answer he proceeded with, "He deserves to know if something is wrong."

"We don't have time for that."

"Okay. Give me ten minutes."

"Okay. Okay, bye." Cam hung up her phone, and fumbled in her purse for a cigarette, then put on her coat, and made her way to the parking lot.

"Seeley?" Hannah asked, his arms protectively supporting her. His warmth was innocently satisfying.

"Mmm?" He answered, pulled her into his chest.

"I like this."

"Yeah, I like this too." He smiled, and sat up to face her, but the look on her face was haunting him. She didn't look pleased, "Did I do something wrong?"

"What? No! No, of course not." She smiled, her genuine smile, and it settled Booth for a moment.

"Then why aren't you radiating with happiness?" Booth mocked, gently rubbing circles in to Hannah's thigh.

"Seeley." She blushed, "Don't tease."

"Then what's wrong?" He whispered against her cold neck.

"I just… I saw something."

"What?"

"Temperance. Did you notice how she only wears long sleeves now a days?"

"Uh, I guess." Booth was more alert now. The circles he was drawing had stopped, and he was looking at Hannah now, not snuggling against her neck. "W-why?"

"Well, her shirt rid up, Booth. And there were… Cuts. I'm worried about her. Seeley, Temperance does not have cats, nor does she ever come in contact with them. She's allergic." She paused and closed her eyes.

Booth didn't like the direction of this, but he let Hannah speak.

"I didn't confront her about it." Hannah's eyes were looking anywhere but Booth, "I went snooping." She let Booth take that in.

"You went though Bones' personal stuff?" Booth almost hid all of his out rage, but there was the slightest of harshness showing through.

"I was worried, Booth. Those cuts. It wasn't just a glimpse. I came in to take Angela out to lunch, but Angela was busy, so I went to talk to Temperance. And she had her lab coat off, and her sleeves up. Her wrists, Seeley! They were covering her wrists. She didn't notice me, so I got out of there. I just left."

"Wait. Back track. You eat with Angela, but you exclude Bones?" Booth's anger with his girlfriend was growing, "And when you have to wait, then you go to talk to her?"

"Seeley, there's no time for this! Do you hear what I'm saying?"

"No wonder she's depressed! I'm gone, and now her best friend is to? Why don't you invite her?"

"She says she's not hungry every time we ask. She insists we go without her."

"Well she obviously is. I haven't seen her leave the lab for a month! Do you guys bring her food, Hannah?"

"How was I supposed to know to press her? I thought she already ate! Yeah, we stopped asking, Seeley. What would you have done?" Hannah was raising her voice too, and now they were fighting but Booth couldn't care less.

"I have to go." Booth pulled himself away from his girlfriend, and pulled on a pair of boxers, a white V-neck shirt, and some jeans. He grabbed his keys, phone, and was pulling on a pair of sneakers when his phone rang.

It was Sweets. Well he would have to wait.

Booth had to see Bones. Had to talk to her.

He grabbed his green military jacket, and ran to his car.