A/N Okay I'm not really sure if people liked the last chapter… I am glad I got a review even though it was only one, and it was a little iffy I'm not really sure what to think. Please tell me what I can do to improve this story. Also the reviewer, Suki was without a profile so I cannot ask them what would make "reproach" not a problem. So if people could tell me that would be great. Because I would really like to continue this story, it is my first one. But on a brighter note, for those who did, or didn't visit my profile, (I know there isn't much there, I'm not really sure what to put). I got into the next section in the professional choir I'm in! Now when summer's over and it starts up again I will be doing more challenging music and going on tour to Scotland and Nashville! I'm so exited I just had to tell you guys. Anyway, no sign off my computer exploding so here.

Disclaimer You no what, I have insomnia for some reason, I'm in summer school for hours every day, and I just had a two hour softball game (we won), so it's just too tiring and depressing to say… for the next 3 seconds 1, 2, 3, What just happened, their mine! Wait, Wait,… Wait… never mind I plan on getting them for my birthday.

Chapter 3

Beep, Beep. The loud and annoying sound of Brennan's alarm rang through her apartment.

She slowly got out of bed and searched the source of the noise that woke her up after she finally fell asleep.

This was the first day the anthropologist really didn't want to go to work. She knew she could compartmentalize if she had a day or two. Good. She probably wouldn't see Booth because they weren't in the middle of a case and a new one is unlikely, also with all the paperwork was done from their previous case. Their previous case…

Now she remembered. They were working on a case where 3 women were found dead. They had been beaten, and violently raped several times over the course of 2 weeks, when they were killed by slowly increasing the voltage on an electric chair the murderer created. The murderer had done this several times before and all the victims resembled Brenan in some way. The killer also had seen them some time whether it be at a briefly at a store or on an airplane where they had talked for a 30 minutes. The murderer never cared if he was caught because he was always able to escape before he was prosecuted and continue his pattern; capture, torture and rape for two weeks, followed by killing slowly with home made electric chair, then dump the body in an area one mile away from his apartment, then captured again exactly one week later.

The murderer had severe OCD and was already 2 days past his new capture date and he was going crazy. And if he escaped, Brennan would be his next target without a doubt, unless he never saw her.

Brennan wanted to go to the interrogation. She thought because she would fit his victims she could get something out of him. But Booth thought if he did escape and he had seen Brennan, she would be the next dead women he visited daily.

Flashback

"Bones no, it's too dangerous!" Brennan was heading for the interrogation room where Hector Dalbert sat. Booth gently grabbed her arm and pulled her away to stop her from

opening the door.

"He can't hurt me and he can't escape! Maybe I can get something out of him."

"I have a friend who worked on his case before and he said this guy got out of his chains!"

"Well then the people who worked on his case before must have not been very competent!"

"I'm done with this! You can't go in". He had two agents lead her to the observation room and watch her until the interrogation was over and Hector Dalbert was out of the building and into custody.

Booth remembered to. He was angry and probably could of handled the situation in a better way.

He really wanted to see Bones. Booth wanted to see if his Bones was okay, and to make sure he didn't lose her. His Bones, that sounds right. The agent knew Brennan probably didn't want to see him or talk about what happened. Booth didn't have an excuse to see her. No case, maybe they will get one. Maybe he should give her the day to think. But she might leave. I just need a reason to see her. But if Brennan's hangover is as bad as Booth's, seeing her now might not be the best idea.

Ring, Ring "Booth… Yes sir" he hung up the phone. I guess I'll be seeing Bones earlier then expected

Brennan was looking through her email when she found a message from Mark Linnaues

Dr. Brennan

My excavation team and I have found some very interesting artifacts in Rift valley. We believe they may be some of the first fisherman's tools, we found them beside a ancient skeleton. After we finish obtaining and identifying at the site, the artifacts will go to the Ethiopian National Museum. There may be key indicators of the history of African life. Also Nile Perch and Tilapia are very delightful. My team and I would be honored if you would join our excavation and help us uncover some Rift valley history. Please contact me with your answer.

Mark Linnaues

A/N Sorry about the long wait for this chapter, and the fact it's so short. I really tried to make this one long but I'm not sure what to write anymore. I'm also a little depressed, only s little, I'm not going to committee suicide or anything. When my brother tried to committee suicide for the first time I actually promised my self I would never do that or anything like the things he does. But you probably didn't need or want to know that, and if you visited my profile after his last thing (drugs) I put that I hate him, and I do, and I never took it down. My brother has put excessive stress on my family from him threatening to kill himself every other day to paying for his several depression etc. medications. Well the reasons I'm a littler depressed are because… My friend who I was really close to moved away and she came to visit me this summer, her grandma kicked her out of her house because her grandma is crazy so my friend stayed with my brother and I at my grandma's house who is next door to her grandma (that seems kinda confusing) well she left the other day and I got even closer to her this summer and I really miss her. Also my brother was there and he somehow got it into his head that she was his good friend and kept bothering us. My friend, being the nice person she is, spent time with him sometime to make him feel better. I was supposed to go back with her to California for a week but transportation didn't work out. Also other things with my friend and brother, and so very many other things. So I think even being the generally happy person I am all of that warrants a bit of depression, and depression also other stuff. Plus I ever since I saw the show have been a huge Bones fan, but I just finished watching show Kuroshitsuji or Black Butler. And after I watched all the episodes I felt sad because there might not be another season. More sad then bones ever made me waiting for a new episode. Well Kuroshitsuji is now my favorite show. (Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) is an amazing anime!) I watched Bones the other day and it didn't feel the same, it almost felt stupid. But I will continue this fic because I don't believe in starting things and not finishing them. Maybe continuing will make me like Bones more again. Because this is so long many if not most people have stopped reading this authors note so, yeah. My life kinda sucks right now, hopefully it will get better. And if anyone is still reading, Sorry for giving you all my problems and crap. I'll try to update faster next time, I was working on making this chapter longer but I couldn't decide what to do so, please review and tell me what you think I should do. So in this case, the more reviews the faster I update. So… Review! By the way I'm posting this at 3am, just thought you should know that.