A/N: First off HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY and two thank you for the reviews, sorry it took me a little while to get this chapter up but my computer was acting all wacky. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Own nothing other than Ethan

Brennan managed to get Booth up to his apartment but it was hard and by the time she found the key to his apartment he was really getting heavy. She placed him on his couch, unable to make it to his bedroom and began to look around. She knew it was wrong but she couldn't help and plus if he had a problem with it she would just bring up the time when he went through all her music but of course he would turn it on her and explain what a great time it had been, so she probably wouldn't use that. On the wall he had a few things hanging and one caught her eye, it was a verse from Ecclesiastes that he had up on his wall,

"Then I returned and saw all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold, the tears of those who were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter."

It was Ecclesiastes 4:1 and when Brennan took it off the wall, knowing that Booth wasn't going to wake up and find her, she saw written on the back of it, To my son, I hope you comfort those who need it. Love, Dad and Mom. Suddenly Brennan felt a somewhat light hand on her shoulder, but she knew it was male, and that it belonged to Booth.

"My parents gave that to me the day I graduated from the FBI academy. They're strong Catholics as well." Booth said looking at the verse in Brennan's hand. Brennan knew that when he said as well he meant as well as himself.

"You alright?" Brennan asked and she sounded worried, genuinely worried and it surprised Booth a little, but only a little.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Did you know that I forgot about him?" Booth asked and the question surprised Brennan a little.

"Who?" Brennan asked.

"My brother. I forgot all about him. I mean the last thing I remember is waiting for my mom to come home and I knew she was having a baby, but that's about it." Booth said looking sad and guilty at the same time. He was feeling guilty because he forgot about his kid brother and he couldn't remember one stinkin' thing about him.

"You don't remember anything besides that?" Brennan asked and Booth shook his head no.

"I'm sure you will as time goes by. Maybe you just blocked him out or something. I've heard that it can happen, a person goes through something tragic and they block it out of their mind, so maybe the disappearance of your brother bothered you so much that you blocked it out and you blocked it out so much that you forgot about him." Brennan suggested.

"But he was my brother. My little brother, you just don't forget people like that." Booth said, he wasn't sure why he was trying to argue this with her, maybe he was arguing with himself, he didn't know. All he knew was he was tired but he wasn't sure if he wanted to sleep or if he wanted to march right back to the place where they had found the bones and looking for something that might help the case or just help trigger a memory.

A/N:K, well sorry that was a little short but I'll try to make up for it in the next chapter