Authors Note: Wow, it's been a while since I updated this. I'm trying to update all my stories. My life has just been so freaking messed up I haven't been able to sit with the plot bunnies. ANYWAY, here you go. I hope I still have some followers to this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones.

Chapter Five

Emotional and Irrational

"Bones, I know you sent me a picture, but I figured you would have taken him to Hodgins to have him look for particulates before you let him shower. It's not like you to forget something that important."

Booth paced the bedroom, occasionally looking up at Brennan who was sitting at the edge of their bed, absentmindedly rubbing her stomach as she stared down at the floor. Finally she spoke, her voice cracking slightly. "I know Booth, but he was scared and in a lot of pain and I just…" She looked up at him, and immediately Booth's expression softened as he saw the pained expression on her face.

He came and took a seat beside her and held her close. "I'm sorry. I know." He said calmly, kissing the top of her head lovingly.

"I didn't want them poking and prodding him. He's been through enough." Her voice was trembling now, and she was on the verge of tears.

"Shh. I know. It's okay. You've been through enough too." Booth pushed her hair back behind her ears. Sometimes he forgot how much being a mother affected her now. She was much more sensitive when it came to Parker or Ellie. Her maternal instincts we're on high right now.

Parker sat silently on his bed, his eyes we're focused out of the window as he pulled his knees up close to him and rested his arms on top of his knees. It felt like the day had gone by so quickly. His dad was already home, though he knew he wasn't going to be home for long. He knew his dad wasn't going to stop working until he found his little sister. He hadn't noticed that he'd been staring out that window for hours now, his mind wandering until he started to get flashbacks again. He broke his stare and shut his eyes tight as tears began to form. It became harder to breathe as he felt punches being thrown into his stomach. Of course, it was just a memory but he still felt it.

Now there was sound to the vivid memories in his head. He could hear Ellie screaming his name, he could hear JJ sobbing. The tears started to fall now and he quickly wiped them away with the back of his hand. Opening his eyes, he saw Brennan standing in the doorway. He swallowed, cheeks reddening slightly. "H-How long have you been there?" Parker stammered, trying his best to regain his composure.

Brennan looked down a moment before she slowly walked toward Parker and took a seat next to him. "Long enough to see how much you're keeping inside." She replied quietly. Parker inwardly winced, knowing she was right. And he'd have to tell his dad what happened…Eventually.

He knew the time was coming. He didn't want to tell him though, he was afraid to tell him. He wasn't sure why, but he was. Maybe he felt that his father would look down on him. Parker wasn't as strong as he was, he knew if he had been like his dad he could have stopped them.

"Parker…" Brennan's voice broke through his thoughts and he blinked, turning his head to look at her.

"Yes?" Brennan stared into his eyes, as if she we're trying to read his thoughts, before she finally spoke.

"Booth left…It's just you and I tonight." She looked down at her hands, which were sitting neatly in her lap. Parker's face paled.

"W-what? He's leaving you with me?" He stood up quickly and stared at her, his heart racing. "He can't do that, what if something happens? If I failed him…You…Both of you. I can't fail you both again." He started to breathe rapidly and suddenly he felt like the more air he took in, the harder it became to breathe.

Beads of sweat began to form, and a wave of nausea hit him. Brennan opened her mouth to reply, but Parker cut her off. "B-Bones…I-I don't feel so good." The room started to spin fast and suddenly he lost his balance. He stumbled forward, Brennan standing quickly to grab him.

She held him up as best she could, wrapping her arms around his waist and throwing his around her neck as she slowly lead him to his bed. She tried to help him lay down gently but he practically collapsed. She watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he tried hard to take in more air. "I-I can't breathe, I-I" His body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Parker. Take slow deep breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth. You're having a panic attack." Brennan spoke as calmly as she could.

"I'm so hot, p-please…m-make the spinning stop mom." He was sweating profusely. "Shhh. I know. Just keep breathing slowly. I'll be right back." Brennan said calmly.

Parker clenched his jaw shut as the nausea became worse. He couldn't stop shaking. Brennan returned with two wet rags. She set them on the dresser a moment and sat back beside Parker on his bed. "Let me take off your shirt." She didn't wait for an answer as she carefully lifted his soaked t-shirt.

Parker did his best to help her get it off and when it was off, his head fell back against the pillow. Brennan grabbed one of the cold wet wash cloths and set it over his eyes. "I'm putting the second one on your chest, so brace yourself for the cold." Parker simply nodded.

Brennan grabbed the other wash cloth and laid it out across his chest. The cold against his bare chest seemed to calm his rapid heart rate and breathing became slightly easier. Slowly, he began to breathe regularly, and his head wasn't spinning as badly. "How's that, Parker?" Brennan asked softly, rubbing one of his shoulders.

"Better. Thank you, but I'm cold now." He said, his body still trembling. Brennan pulled his covers over him and grabbed the rag from his eyes and began wiping his forehead with it before setting it aside. Once he was breathing normally now, she removed the rag from his chest and covered him back up.

Parker opened his eyes again and stared up at the ceiling. "He shouldn't leave you hear unprotected like that." He looked over at her now and she was staring at him.

"I can take care of myself, Parker. Besides, he has an agent parked outside. You didn't fail us, by the way, and you couldn't ever fail me." She gave him a reassuring smile and rubbed his forehead.

"But I-" Brennan cut him off.

"No. You did everything you could, it's not your fault, Parker. It's no ones fault. So stop blaming yourself, it's irrational." Parker chuckled softly, a small grin tugging his lips.

"Okay." he held his breath a moment and sighed. "I know I'm going to have to tell someone what happened, but I-I don't want to tell anyone." He swallowed and stared at the wall.

Brennan's brow's furrowed slightly. "Why?" She watched him turn his head to look at her.

"I just…I know you said it's not my fault, but you know…It's like an ego killer and I feel like if I told dad…" He trailed off and sighed.

Brennan smiled a little. "You can tell me and I'll tell them. You know I wont judge you, and I promise I wont get upset." She continued to run her fingers softly across his forehead and he wished she wouldn't do that, it was making him so tired. But then again he loved it.

"Okay. Thank you." He sat up to hug her and she nodded.

"Of course, Parker. Just rest for a bit, you can talk to me about it in a little bit, alright? Lay down and rest. Panic attacks take a lot of energy from you." She stated, watching him lay back down.

"Okay. Thank you, I love you." He had said it so many times before but still, every time he said those three little words it meant the world to her. A soft smile graced her beautiful face and she leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"I love you too. Get some sleep and I'll be back to check on you in an hour." With that, Brennan stood up and exited the room, turning off the light as she left. Parker sighed and turned on his side so that he was facing the wall. He didn't want to be able to see anything, he wouldn't admit it, but he was nervous being alone now. Closing his eyes, it didn't take long for sleep to claim him.

B-B-B

"Booth, how's Dr. B and Parker?" Hodgin's voice broke the FBI agent's thoughts. He had been in Brennan's office, trying to think. When he was at the Hoover he felt like there was a buzzing in his brain and everything was 10 times louder.

He had a spare key to his wife's office and decided that it was probably more quiet and comfortable place to work, and be. He looked up at the Entomologist standing in the doorway. "To be honest, I'm not quite sure…" Booth sighed brought his hand to the back of his neck, massaging it softly.

"Is there a reason you came up here?" Booth looked up at Hodgins a moment and then fell back against the couch. Hodgins shoved his hands in his coat pockets and walked over so that he was facing the couch.

"Yeah, I saw the door open and thought it was going to be Dr. B. And I thought surely you would have insisted she stay home…I'm assuming that's why I'm finding you here and not her." He gave Booth a weak smile and watched his body movements.

Booth nodded. "Yeah, Parker is home too. Speaking of Parker, did you get anything off of that photo I sent you?" His heart tightened, a natural feeling of hope rising. But he didn't let it get too high, knowing that there wasn't much information a photo could give them.

Hodgins merely shook his head. "I didn't find anything I could use, so I handed it off to Angela. She found out by the marks the blade made on Parker's skin…The knife was a simple pocket knife. She's working to see if she can narrow it down and find a brand name." He sighed. "I really wish Dr. B would have brought Parker here so I could collect particulates, it might have helped us. It's not like her to forget something like that."

He scratched the back of his head and watched as Booth stood up, looking agitated and for a moment Hodgins thought he was going to be shot. "Well, as you can imagine…Bones really isn't herself right now." Booth started. "Her daughter is missing, by a crazy psycho who kills people by burying them, her step son was beat to hell and back, and on top of that she has pregnancy hormones. She's more emotional than rational, carrying all that weight." Booth rested his hands on his belt.

Hodgins cleared his throat nervously. "Right, right. Of course. I wasn't thinking." He desperately needed to change the conversation. They may have been friends, but Hodgins was still nervous at times around Booth when he had his gun on him, especially when he was in a mood. "Have you even got a phone call? Like you got when Brennan and I we're kidnapped? And when you we're…" His brows furrowed as he already began thinking of why she wouldn't call or have someone call.

Booth shook his head and his facial expression changed to Hodgins relief, though it was a more worried concern look, but at least he didn't look like he could take out his gun and shoot Hodgins at any moment. "See, that's what I don't understand. Taffit has always called within an hour or so of the kidnapping, but Bones nor I have received a call. I've called the state penitentiary and Taffit is locked securely in her cell. She's obviously got someone working for her on the outside, and they're doing it their own way. I'm going to the jail to interrogate her soon." Hodgins watched a now pacing booth.

"Dude, are you sure that's a good idea? I mean…You being the person to interrogate her and the fact that you know the victim…" Booth shot Hodgins a glare that made his insides shrivel up. "…Ellie. You might let your feelings for your daughter get in the way of things. Shouldn't it be someone with a clear mind?" He still pressed on, though.

Booth sighed and looked down. "That's just it, she's my daughter. It's my job to keep her safe, and I failed. So Now I have to find her." Before Hodgins could disagree more, Booth was already out of the door and headed outside. Hodgins sighed, closing his eyes. He loved the little kid too, and he could see why Booth was acting the way he was. If it had been his son, he probably would have ended up taking matters in his own hands. He shook his head, trying to rid the horrible thoughts from his mind before he left the office, shutting the door behind him.