Hey guys. I should be sleeping now, but I decided to update before hitting the sheets, so enjoy!

----Monday---

"Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom." Madison appeared next to Brennan's desk, clutching a 'naked' purple crayon while crossing her legs uncomfortably.

Brennan jumped at the sound of her daughter's voice and immediately minimized the live news coverage she'd been watching on her computer, the reports she'd intended to do all but forgotten.

"Umm…" She glanced at Madison's pleading face and then at her computer. She didn't want to leave in case something happened while she was gone. Fortunately, she had good friends.

"I'll take her Sweetie." Angela, who'd been checking in and been shooed away every five minutes, was again at her door and reached for the little girls' hand.

"Thanks Ange."

The artist just nodded. "C'mon Sonny, I'll show you the Angelator on the way back."

"Cool!" Madison skipped alongside Angela as they made their way around the corner to the bathrooms.

Brennan took a deep breath and looked again toward the doors, hoping to see her husband strolling through them at any moment. He didn't and she brought up the window where she'd been watching the news on her screen.

"…gotten word that the building is extremely unstable. While the fire is now under control in most areas, there are still several firefighters and volunteers inside searching for survivors. The chief says now their main concern is getting everyone out as soon as possible…"

"Hi mom!"

Brennan looked over and saw David, blonde curls flapping in the breeze, barreling toward her through the lab. His shoes were tied. Ever since his fall this weekend, the reason behind the bright blue cast on his left arm and white bandage on his forehead, he'd been sure to tie them every time he put them on.

"Hi David." Brennan smiled sadly and hugged him, wincing when his cast banged her glass desk.

"Where's Uncle Jack?" He asked, practically bouncing up and down.

"In his office."

David took off again, this time brushing past Jackie and the handsome young man beside her.

"Hi Parker."

Parker just nodded, he hadn't heard what she said, the ear buds from his ipod making the task of hearing anything impossible. He went over to her couch and opened a car magazine with a scantily clad blonde in a bikini on the front.

"Listen, Dr. B…" Jackie began, standing nervously in the doorway to Brennan's office.

"I called your professor Jackie, he says it's fine if you get the tape from the lecture today." Brennan cut her off, thinking she knew what she wanted. Jackie just continued into the office, standing close to the desk and talking quietly.

"I heard on the radio what's happening downtown. Mr. B wasn't…inside when it happened, was he?"

Brennan shook her head. "I don't think so." She spoke equally as soft, glancing at her computer, "He's helping get people out."

Jackie smiled. "That sounds like him."

"Yeah, I know." Brennan looked at Parker who seemed engrossed in his magazine. "…they didn't…"

"No." Jackie answered quickly, "David was talking to Parker about something he saw on TV…they weren't paying attention to the radio."

Brennan nodded, "But he wasn't wearing his ipod was he?"

Jackie shook her head and Brennan nodded, paying her quickly.

"Thanks Jackie, I really appreciate it."

With that, the girl left and Brennan cautiously approached Parker, who didn't look up.

"Parker?" She asked, gently pulling one headphone from his ear, releasing a far off sounding, but obviously loud version of some Alternative Rock song.

"What's up Tempe?" He didn't look up from his magazine.

"Parker…" Brennan sat down and watched him carefully, "you heard it, didn't you?" She wasn't surprised to see him start to blink back tears. Parker heard everything when he wasn't wearing that Mp3 player. Perceptive by nature, just like his father.

"We're not going to lunch today are we?" He looked over for the first time, his brown eyes, identical to Booth's, locked her in an intense gaze. His square jaw set firm as he forbade his tears from falling. Still skinny with adolescence, it was obvious Parker took after Booth and would one day share his father's large frame.

"No honey we're not."

Parker nodded and rubbed his eyes.

"Is he…?"

"No! No, he's fine. I just spoke to him," An hour ago "and he said he's fine." But he always says that "He's going to be here soon." I hope.

She smiled reassuringly and touched his cheek, wanting him to believe her.

Thankfully, Parker was still enough of a child that he did not question the optimism of his stepmother.

"Okay."

Brennan sighed and attempted to smooth his spiky hair.

"Okay." She repeated, though she wasn't sure if it was for Parker or herself.

Parker dodged her offending fingers.

"Hey! I worked on this look for an hour."

"Okay okay." Brennan stood and found that seeing her boys, so much of Booth reflected in them both, actually served to lighten her mood a bit. Until Hodgins came to her doorway that is.

"You need to turn on your TV, Brennan." He said, already picking up the remote.

"No, don't. I don't want to upset Madison and David." A familiar feeling of worry came back to her chest and she ran to her desk, bringing up her news report and un-muting the sound.

"…We've just gotten word that most of the people are out of the building, two agents and one firefighter are all that is left and…" Brennan couldn't bring herself to silence the speakers, even though she heard Madison and David approaching from behind. In fact, she turned it up a bit, her heart was beating so loud in her ears she almost couldn't hear.

Please don't be him. Please don't be him…

"…that's the status of, whoa!…" The news reporter broke his usual monotone delivery of the facts as the camera panned behind him, showing live coverage of half the FBI building collapsing under it's own weight. "…the building has collapsed. I repeat, FBI headquarters…"

Brennan didn't hear whatever else it was he had to say before she blacked out.

I'd laugh evily, but you wouldn't be able to hear me, so just pretend I'm laughing evily and hit the button plz!