A/N: Here is the chapter 2 I promised to one of my reviewers (forgot your nick, sorry!). It's a bit shorter than my usual chapters but I hope you like it anyway. I think it was better off as being a short chapter. Consider it as an 'in-between' chapter.

With these eyes
I've stood out in the rain
I've listened for your call
That never came at all

He tried her home phone. She didn't answer. He tried her cellphone. An electronic voice told him the customer he was trying to reach was unavailable. He tried her number at the Jeffersonian to fall on another electronic voice to say that the number was not in service. He sighed frustratedly and looked at his watch. It was past nine. Where could she be and why had she turned off her cellphone?

Bits of conversations from earlier that evening came to his mind. Why had Parker chosen that exact moment to drop the glass on the floor and cut himself? He had been so close to tell her how he felt and now he didn't know if he'd have the chance to do it. And she had wanted to tell him something? Had it been the same thing as him? Had she been on the verge of professing her love for him?

He stared at his cell phone in his hand, debating whether or not to turn it off over the night. Maybe Bones would call him? After all, they hadn't finished their conversation. Was she too busy to call him? Had she already left? Where was she?

He dropped onto his couch and sighed. Bones was moving to California. He would never see her again, would never be able to tell her how he felt about her. Cullen would want him to find another partner but he wouldn't. If he couldn't work with Bones, he wouldn't work with anybody else.

A cry from the other side of the house reached his ears. Parker was probably having a nightmare. Sighing loudly, he got up from the couch and walked to his son's room.

The sun wasn't even up yet when Temperance's alarm clock pulled her from her slumber. She turned and looked at the time: 4:30 am. Her flight was in less than three hours and there were still some stuff to do. Angela had agreed to drive her to the airport and take her car back to her place. What she'd do with it once she was gone, Temperance had no clue and, frankly, she didn't really care. She couldn't really bring her car to California with her and the FBI was "giving" her a vehicle at her arrival and could keep it however long she needed it.

She turned onto her back and stared at the ceiling. She hadn't had her conversation with Booth. She hadn't really planned on telling him how she felt about him. It sort of have just happened when she had been in his arms. She had felt so safe and it had seemed so right that she couldn't believe that she was still leaving after what had happened the previous afternoon. She knew he had tried to call her over the day. She had seen his phone number on her caller ID several times and after four calls, she had shut off her cell phone. She couldn't bare to see his phone number one more time. It only reminded her of the things she had been supposed to tell him, and probably should have told him, but hadn't.

She sighed loudly. Maybe she shouldn't have taken the job in California. If she hadn't had, she would have been staying here, with her friends and family. But a part of her had also desperately wanted to go. It was something new, something she had never tried before and it had energized her. She would be discovering the world of teaching, of sharing wisdom. She would work possibly with a new team, would work for the FBI itself and not just as a liaison between two institutes. So now that she thought of it, maybe moving to California was a good thing. Russ said he would be joining her in a couple of months so they wouldn't be too far apart. She liked the idea of having her brother close by. She had missed him too much over all the years she hadn't seen him.

Her second thoughts now appeased, she closed her eyes one more time, stretched and yawned before getting up.
As she rolled her sleeping bag into a ball, images of Booth filled her mind. She hadn't solved that thing yet and she knew that if she didn't, she would never be able to leave happily.
She walked over to her suitcase. There was one last thing she needed to do.

"Wake up Daddy! Come on, waaaaake up!" Parker said as he jumped up and down on his father's bed.

Booth groaned before flinging his arm over his eyes. The sun was too bright, he had a headache from drinking too much the night before, all of Parker's jumping up and down was beginning to make him feel nauseous and his soul ached to have his partner right beside him.

He felt his bed stop moving and he figured that Parker had realized his father was awake. Seconds later, he felt a tiny body curl up against him. He pulled his son closer to him.

" 'Morning Daddy." Parker whispered.

Booth gently raked his fingers through his son's hair.

"Hey Buddy." Booth replied.

Even his voice spoke the sadness he felt. He opened one eye to find his son staring expectantly at him. A smile spread over the young boy's face at the eye contact with his father.

"I'm hungry." The boy announced.

Booth yawned and slowly sat up, the headache only growing worse and worse.

"Go wait for me in the kitchen, Parker. I'll be there in three minutes."

"Okay!" Parker replied as he jumped off the bed and ran to the kitchen.

As he watched his son run out of the bedroom, Booth couldn't help but wonder how children could be so upbeat and full of energy at... Booth looked at his clock. Ten-thirty? He had slept that late!

Rubbing the sleep off his face, he headed towards the bathroom.

A shower was what he had needed. Surely his headache hadn't disappeared altogether but it was slightly appeased. Booth could hear Parker whining from the living room that he was hungry and dying of 'stavetion' (where Parker had learned the meaning of starvation, Booth wasn't quite sure) and he tried his best not to chuckle. His son could definitely cheer him up when he needed to.

He walked downstairs and walked towards the living room. Something at the front door caught his attention. A white envelope laid on the ground and even from far Booth knew who it came from. He picked it up and walked in the living room.

"Parker, did anyone stop by while I was in the shower?"

The young boy shook his head. Booth frowned.

"Was it there when you came down?"

Parker shrugged.

"I don't know. I didn't see."

Booth nodded.

"Parker, why don't you go play in your room before breakfast? I'll call you when it's ready."

Parker sighed before obeying. He didn't understand why his father told him to wait for him downstairs and was now sending him back upstairs. He just didn't make any sense. The boy stomped off towards his bedroom.

Booth looked at the envelope. It wasn't addressed, the front of the envelope blank. Flipping it over, he opened it and took out the single paper neatly folded inside. He recognized the writing immediately.

It didn't take long to read the letter. Temperance might have been better at writing her thoughts and feelings on paper but she was certainely succinct about them too. But even the simplest words went right into his heart.

He rapidly folded the paper back into the envelope, getting annoyed when one corner of the letter just wouldn't go in. Picking up his cell phone, he dialed the only number he could think of in this case of emergency.

"Hello?" A sleepy voice answered him.

"Angela? It's Booth."

"Booth... how are you?" Angela asked, surprised.

Had something happened to her best friend? Was that why Booth was calling her?

"Not too good. Please tell me Bones hasn't left for California already."

"I'm sorry, Booth. Her plane was leaving at 7:30. Why? What's wrong?"

Booth took a deep breath, trying his best to calm himself down. Bones had already left. His heart was racing madly inside his chest, his hands were slightly shaking and his headache suddenly became even more painful. He took a few seconds before answering Angela's question.

"She wrote me a letter."