Hello again, I'm back so soon. After writing the chap. earlier I realised how much I missed writing, and it would appear the writer's block has cleared yippee! Enjoy. I do not own bones, but im sure you guys knew that!

How about another secret?

"Booth, can I ask you something?" The agent was sipping coffee as he prepared for another day, when the young girl suddenly sat up from her bed made up on the sofa. He nodded, not sure what to expect, she clearly had something on her mind as she was awake so early.

"What do you think about Vincent? He's a nice guy right?" Grace had spent most of the night trying to decide what to do about the young man, she was so conflicted. On the one hand she wanted to have a real relationship with Vincent, he was the perfect gentleman, but her past relationship played on her mind; she found it hard to believe anyone would want to be with her, let alone love her. She thought Henry loved her, and look how someone who loved her had hurt her, what was the point in love if all it did was cause her heartache. Despite the pain of his punches and kicks, and the scars which haunted her, it was the mental abuse that affected her the most. The bruises had faded, and in time so would the scars, but the sound of 'his' voice which constantly echoed in her mind, telling her she'd never be good enough, that there was something wrong with her, would take time and she would have to be patient.

"English intern? Yeah he's a good guy, bit strange. Look Grace, it's obvious you have feelings for him and vice versa. Don't let Henry control you all your life, sooner or later you're going to have to take the risk of letting someone in, why not do it now rather than waiting?"

"Yeah, you're right."

"I'm always right, catch you later." The agent kissed her on the head, hoping he had been able to help her. Grace knew Booth was right, and she decided that her lunch date with Vincent would be the perfect time to discuss their future.

Vincent and Grace had enjoyed a nice quiet lunch, and were heading back to the Jeffersonian when she decided to take the plunge, just as Vincent had done in their first few days of meeting. As they strolled across the road, her arm linked in his, she stopped and pulled him to take a seat on a nearby bench.

"Vince, there's something really important I need to tell you."

"How very serious of you, what it is?" Vincent held her hands in his, as he awaited Grace's news.

"Well we've been hanging out for a while now, and I know I've been pushing you away, but…" As she was explaining her feelings, her eyes wandered, when she noticed a familiar face on the other side of the road. "Oh god." She began shaking, trying to hide her face behind her hair she leaned in close to the confused intern, "Henry's here."

"What? Where?" She gestured towards the tall man across the road, who was looking through the windows of the diner they had just been eating in. Vincent pulled Grace up from the bench, and the pair ran down the nearest ally.

"How did he find me?" Grace whispered into Vincent's chest. "He's going to kill me."

Booth was heading to question a potential suspect, he had taken Sweets along with him as Brennen was occupied, and even though Booth hated to admit it Sweets was very good at his job, he might pick up on something that Booth missed. They were driving in the car when the text came in, and with it another secret was revealed.

"We need to swing by the diner and get Grace. Henry's there." Booth told Sweets as he sharply turned the car around, turning the siren on.

"That's not good, really not good."

"What does that mean Sweets?"

"Grace told me another secret, and this one I kept between us."

I wonder what that could be hmmm? Thanks for reading.