So after being away for so long I thought you guys deserved a couple of chapters in one go..

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Aren't you tired of running?

"Where's Grace?" Vincent repeated his question as he left his hospital room and Hodgins behind.

"Vincent, you need to rest. Vince?" Despite the warnings from Hodgins and the nurses to get back into his bed, Vincent kept on looking until he saw Booth, Sweets, Brennan and Angela all sat in the waiting room.

"Vincent, shouldn't you be resting. You've got several broken ribs, and you took a nasty knock to the head." Sweets ushered the bruised and battered man into the room and onto a seat.

"I need to see Grace, where is she? Is she ok?" His eyes flickering between his friends.

"Sweetie she's fine, she just popped to the toilet. I'll go get her." Angela hurriedly walked towards the nearest toilets, on arriving she realised that all the cubicles were empty, with no sign of Grace. Flipping her phone open she called her, "Hey, you've reached Grace, leave me a message at the beep. *beep*." Angela closed her phone, and returned to the others; "She's not in there, and she's not answering her phone."

It was clear the same thought was running through everyone's mind, Henry. As Booth pulled out his phone to try, he was met with the same message. "Im sure she's fine, just gone for some air. We'll go check outside, and you guys check up here, Vincent stay put and keep calling her." Booth and Brennan ran towards the nearest exist, whilst the others split up and began searching.

Vincent took out his phone and dialled Grace's number, and was met also with her voice mail. After trying several more times, he went to the reception, "Hi, you haven't seen a brunette girl, about this tall, blue eyes? She would have had a bandage on her head."

"Do you mean Grace?" The receptionist asked, and was met with a confused Vincent nodding his head. "You must be Vincent, she told me to tell you that she was sorry and that she had to go."

"What? Why-y sorry for what?"

Vincent didn't have much experience of running away, he'd done it once. Whilst he waited for any news on Grace, he thought back to when he was 10; he had just found out that his grandfather was sick and would need to spend some time at the hospital. Vincent had always been close to his grandfather, in fact he was named after him, and when he heard this news he panicked, from his knowledge of hospitals it didn't look good.

He'd had a teacher at school who was supposed to be gone for a week whilst she rested in the hospital, sadly she had died. With this fear in his mind he packed a bag, and decided to run away, not only from home but from what scared him the most; death.

Vincent remembered walking around the local streets, not really sure where he was going. He had been missing for a couple of hours when his mother and father found him sitting outside the train station. When he saw them he was petrified of how they would react, he thought they'd be angry but they were relieved to find their little boy. Once the situation had calmed down, he saw how much he had hurt his parents, they had been so worried. When he decided to run away he hadn't considered anyone else's feelings but his own, and in doing so he had made his mother cry.

As Vincent recalled this memory he now realised how much pain and worry he had caused, he may not have had much experience of running away but he had zero experience of being on the receiving end. He trawled through his mind, attempting to find comfort in fact, yet he failed.

The young man flipped open his phone, and called Grace for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Hey, you've reached Grace, leave me a message at the beep. *beep*."

"Grace, where are you? Im not even sure if you'll still have this phone with you but if you do then there's a few things you need to know. You have nothing to be sorry for, this is not your fault and I don't blame you. Im scared Grace, I want, no need to know that you're safe. I-I want you to come home, your home is here with us, you don't need to run no more. Aren't you tired of running? God, Grace how could you be so silly, you're already in danger so you decide to go off on your own. What did you think that we wouldn't help you or protect you? I would give anything to look after you. Please, please come back Grace. Please."

Grace looked down at her phone as it vibrated, 'one new voicemail', even without listening she knew it would be Vincent.