As usual, HUGE thanks to all my reviewers, my life would be incomplete without you. Here we go...

Brennan watched Booth's face get dark and forgot, momentarily, her missing bones. She recognized that look, for the past two months that look had taken up residence behind Booth's eyes. She did not like that look.

"Booth?" She reached out to touch his arm and he moved away, walking towards the door.

"He's not going to find them." He bent over to put his shoes back on, and the rush of blood to his head made him dizzy.

Brennan rushed to his side and pulled him down into a chair before he fell on the floor.

"Who's not going to find what Booth?" She studied him carefully.

Booth sat cupping his head, eyes screwed shut, but still talking.

"The bones. Zack isn't going to find the bones. I need to go check on something. I've got to go…"

"Go where Booth? You need to be lying down."

Booth started to shake his head, then thought better of it.

"No, I can't." He stood, ignoring his light-headedness and finished putting on his shoes.

Brennan wanted to protest, but judging by the look on his face, it would be useless. So, she decided to simply make sure he didn't die on his way to wherever he was going.

He reached for the keys Brenan had set on the table by the door, but she beat him to it.

"You can barely stand, you really think I would let you drive anywhere?"

He glared at her, and she glared right back.

"Wherever you need to go, I'm coming." She stated, leaving no room for argument.

Booth held her gaze a moment longer before drooping his shoulders and sighing.

"Fine."

She followed him out the door and down the stairs and started to help him into the car, an action made difficult by his recent injuries, but stopped when he pulled his arm out of her grip.

"I can do it Temperance." He told her sternly.

Brennan quickly disguised a look of hurt when he snapped at her and simply nodded going over to her side of the car. He didn't mean to seem irritated, she knew, he just wanted to do it himself.

I can't fault him for that. He's not used to needing people's help.

Still, a feeling of rejection was creeping into her stomach. She made thoughts of pushing him away go to the back of her mind.

He is not pulling away from me. He will tell me what's going on. He's just in a bad mood. He won't leave me. We're going to be fine.

The panic in her chest died down a little as she repeated her little mantra in her mind.She couldn't believe how vulnerable she felt in this new form of relationship with Booth. Hated how much she truly depended on him, but knew it was too late to change it...even if she'd wanted to.

Brennan was so lost in her own thoughts she didn't notice Michael and Laura approaching the SUV from their rental car parked behind them in front of Booth's apartment.

"Seeley!"

Booth turned around as much as he could stand and saw his parents approaching out of the corner of his eye.

"Hi dad." Booth mustered some sort of smile, giving his father a nod and his mother a quick kiss on the cheek through the open window.

Booth's mother eyed him nervously.

"Seeley where are you going? You should be in bed." She touched his bandage gingerly, he immediately pulled away, his head beginning to throb.

"Uh…" He looked at Brennan, "We um, have to…"

"He has a physio appointment at the hospital later this week and they want to give him a checkup beforehand." Brennan said quickly, turning on the car. "He'll be back later, make yourselves at home."

She gave a quick wave and pulled away from the curb in Booth's big black SUV.

Oh God. I just lied to his mother! I'm already a horrible daughter.

"Um, thanks. God knows my mother would have drug me out of this car in a heartbeat given the chance." Booth muttered, oblivious to the self-depreciating monologue running in Brennan's head.

Brennan just stared straight ahead at the road.

"Where are we going?" She asked sharply.

Booth looked at her, wondering where the coldness of her mood had come from.

"3453 West Heere St. It's downtown."

"I know where it is Booth. I do live here you know." Brennen tapped her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel while an old lady in a Cadillac drove six miles under the speed limit.

"Hey, Bones." Booth touched her arm and she glanced at him, but quickly drew her eyes away, afraid of what he might see in them.

"Bones," Booth insisted. "Look, I'm sorry if it seemed like I snapped at you back there." Still there was no change in her expression.

"Hey, talk to me. What's wrong?"

She could feel his brown eyes burning into her skin, she licked her lips, flipping her hair off her forehead.

"You."

"Me?"

"Yes. You. You should be at home, sleeping. You were in a car accident for crying out loud." Her tone just as clipped as before.

Booth looked away and Brennan took a deep breath to keep from screaming at him. The man she loved was in pain and she couldn't help him. That's what was wrong.

"Something is wrong and you're not telling me what it is. I just lied to your parents and …You were in Oregon. My missing bones are from Oregon. Don't tell me it's a coincidence."

"It's not a coincidence. It's classified." Booth shot her a meaningful look and then turned to look out the window as they turned the corner.

Booth felt his heart stop.

"Booth?" Brennan pulled to a stop in front of a barbed wire gate. She didn't see anything extraordinary, certainly nothing to make Booth act the way he had back at the apartment. Like it was a matter of life and death for him to come here.

Booth struggled to get his seatbelt and car door open at the same time. His heart had jumped back to life and was beating double time as he rushed out of the car, ignoring the pain in his side and pushed through the gate, as if being inside it would change the condition of the warehouse. Or what was left of it at any rate.

His eyes scanned the lot carefully, but all was exactly the same as when he'd seen it from the SUV. Everything left of the warehouse was charred black. The wood and paneling that used to make up the walls were now strewn all across the large lot, black and smelling of smoke.

"Booth, why are we here?" Brennan asked gently, her anger at him forgotten when she saw the mixture of horror and confusion on his face.

"There was a warehouse here."

Brennen looked around, nodding slightly. "Yes, sure, at some point. Looks like it burned down though." She didn't notice the look he gave her as he pulled out his cell phone and a wrinkled card out of his wallet.

He dialed the number on the card, smudging the word 'Bogie' with his thumb.

Brennan watched quietly as Booth's face went from concentrated, to irritated and then slightly amused.

A mechanical voice sounded in his ear."The number you have reached, has been disconnected." It repeated over and over.

"Figures." Booth shut his cell phone and kicked a piece of wood at his feet. "Apparently I'm delusional."

Brennan had had enough. She moved so she was standing right in front of him, her hands on her hips.

"Booth. Tell me what's going on. Right. Now."

Booth looked up at her blue eyes and didn't know whether to be relieved or angry at the situation.

He took one last look around and his eyes landed on a group of children playing jump rope outside the barbed wire fence across the street.

One of the little girls was blonde with a pink raincoat and his stomach lurched.

Without thinking he reached for her hand and squeezed it, never taking his eyes off the group of children.

"You know what Bones. I think I'll do that."

Sorry, that was a short one...but major BB in the next which should be up tomorrow.