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Booth sat on the couch for a while. He wasn't sure for how long, but he knew it had been quite a while. His tears dried on his cheeks, he had sat quietly on the couch trying to remember what he had done to drive Brennan away. Their lives seem to be happy together at least he knew he was happy. He had never been so happy in his life and he thought Brennan was happy to be with him too.

How could he have missed the signs that she was so unhappy that she felt she had to leave and not even tell him until it was too late. He knew he could be a little blind when it came to love, but not that blind.

This mind raging through the possibilities, Booth could only remember on thing that they had really argued over lately and that was over a stupid Christmas tree. He'd had worse arguments in the past with Brennan, so it didn't make any sense that she would leave him over something as ridiculous as that. Hell, their fight over finding a house had been a hell of a lot worse. Her happy face the day before left him without a clue as to what had triggered her moving out of the house. Perhaps her insecurities had overwhelmed her. She lived in constant fear that the people that loved her would leave her and he had Max Keenan to blame for that.

Determined to find out what was going on, Booth finally stood up from the couch, went into the bedroom and put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Pulling on a pair of athletic shoes, he grabbed his set of keys from the dresser and left the house. He knew he couldn't just sit around wondering and worrying what was going on, he had to go look for Brennan and try to fix whatever was broken. Neither one of them had their apartments any more since they had moved into the house, so Booth wasn't sure where to look first. Since Brennan considered the Lab her intellectual home, Booth thought he would drive over there and see if Brennan was there. He was going to find her and he was going to find out what was going on.

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The time seem to crawl by and Brennan had been holding Booth's hand for quite a while when she realized that he had quit weeping. With a cool damp wash cloth, she wiped the dried tear tracks from his face. The last time Booth had had major surgery, he had been unconscious for three days. It had been almost four days since Booth had been shot in his chest and still Booth slept. Brennan had never known anyone else to respond to anesthesia like her partner did. His sensitivity to being knocked out was so severe that Booth hated to even go to dentists. He could stand Novocain, but if anything else was needed it made him sleepy and groggy. These coma's that Booth went into when he was operated on was enough to scare everyone that knew him. No matter how many times this happened to Booth, no one who cared about him could get use to it.

Alone in the room, Brennan sat by Booth and watched him breathe sometimes checking the monitors to make sure his numbers were within safe ranges. Tired and in a constant state of distress, she hoped that her partner and mate would wake soon. There had been a lot of visitors over the last four days, but Brennan had been the only one to stay. In a foggy state, she was startled when her father came through the doorway into Booth's room.

Anxious for his daughter, Max placed his hand on her shoulder. "Hey Honey. Is Booth awake yet?"

Slowly shaking her head, Brennan kept her eyes on the prone man lying before her. "No Dad, he isn't . . . I thought for sure he would wake up today. He normally stays unconscious for three days. We're almost into the fourth day and he still hasn't woke up . . . At least he's breathing on his own now and he doesn't require assistance."

Fearful that Brennan might complicate her pregnancy if she refused to take care of herself, Max leaned down and kissed her on her forehead. "Look Honey, I don't think it's a good idea for you to sit in this room around the clock. You need rest . . . You're eight months pregnant. You're going to go into early labor if you don't take care of yourself and you know it."

Not interested in her father's advice, Brennan disdainfully shook her head. "Don't be ridiculous, Dad . . . All I've been doing is sitting in a chair for the last three days. That's not exactly strenuous work. i'm fine."

Determined to make her listen to him, Max shook his head. "Don't be ridiculous yourself. You know what I mean. You need to rest at home . . . I want you to go home. I'll watch over Booth until you come back. What do you think Booth would say if he knew you were mistreating yourself?"

Not to be deterred, Brennan crossed her arms against her breasts. "No Dad, I want to be here when he wakes up. He'll be disappointed if I'm not here when he finally does wake up. He might think I don't care."

Max knew he was fighting a losing battle. "If you won't go home will you at least go next door to the hotel and rent a room for a few hours? You need to get some decent sleep. You can't do that here and you know it. Booth is going to be very angry when he wakes up and finds you exhausted. You and I both know he'll blow his top and that won't be good for him."

So tired, Brennan realized that her father was right about Booth. Staring at her mate's face, she exhaled deeply. Finally she turned to look at her father. "Alright. I'll go next door for a few hours . . . If Booth shows any signs of waking up you must call me immediately. "

Quick to agree, Max nodded his head. "Of course . . . You can count on it. The second anything changes I'll call you. You can get here in ten minutes."

Exhausted, Brennan found the strength to stand up. Reluctant to leave, she searched Booth's face for any sign that he might be awake. Disappointed, she turned around and left the room.

After his daughter left the room, Max walked over to the bed and looked down at Booth. Leaning over him, Max tried to order the agent to wake up. "Wake up Booth. You promised that you'd never abandon my baby girl. I'm holding you to that promise . . . Wake up."

No response from Booth left Max a little sad. Determined to monitor him for his daughter's sake, he sat down on the chair next to the bed and watched Booth breathe.

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Determined to find Brennan, Booth drove over to the Jeffersonian as fast as he could without breaking the law. Parking in the parking garage attached to the Jeffersonian he noticed that Brennan's car wasn't in her designated parking space. Not sure if that meant anything, Booth decided that since he was there he would have to check it out just in case she was there. After he exited his truck, Booth entered the building and took the stairs to the Lab. Entering the glass double doors, he noticed that the platform was deserted and only some of the lights were partially on. The place had a haunted look to it and Booth found it to be a bit creepy.

Moving down the hallway to Angela's office, Booth stuck his head through the open doorway and saw that Angela wasn't in her office. Turning around, Booth hurried towards Brennan's office and saw that it too was empty. Since the Lab appeared to be deserted, Booth started a search of all the offices in the Lab. Unable to find anyone he searched Limbo and found that deserted too. Racing upstairs he found the catwalk that circled the platform and the lounge area deserted. There wasn't a soul to be seen anywhere. No matter where he looked, he couldn't find any one. Confused and exhausted, Booth walked over to Brennan's office and sat down on her couch. Leaning back, he closed his eyes and slowly rubbed his chest.

After he had rested for a few minutes, Booth heard a young girl's voice coming from the doorway. Surprised, he opened his eyes and found himself looking at a young girl of around ten years of age. She looked a little familiar, but he wasn't sure why. The child had straight blond hair and her crystal blue eyes were staring very intently at him.

A frown on her face, the little girl placed her hands on her hips. "I asked you, why are you here?"

Sadly, Booth responded, "I'm looking for my partner . . . I can't find her."

Her features now sad, the child stepped inside the doorway and stopped. "Maybe you aren't looking in the right place."

Not sure why he was talking to a child he didn't know, Booth spoke very forcefully to her. "She's not at the house and she's not here. I don't know where else to look."

Not afraid of Booth, the young girl walked over to the couch and sat down beside him. "Does she have a place that she likes to go to, besides work and her house? Maybe she's there."

Puzzled, Booth shook his head. "She loves it here. This is her favorite place."

The girl was certain he was wrong. "Are you sure this is her favorite place?"

Booth was fairly sure. He knew his girlfriend very well and she was comfortable at the Lab. "Yes . . . She loves being at the Jeffersonian more than any place that I can think of."

Shrugging her shoulders, the girl pointed out the flaw in his logic. "And yet, she isn't here . . . Are you sure this really is her favorite place?"

No longer sure of anything anymore, Booth sighed. "I thought so . . . Maybe I don't know her as well as I thought I did . . . She left me and she didn't tell me why."

Slowly shaking her head, the small girl placed her hand on his arm. "Are you sure you didn't leave her?"

Appalled at the suggestion, Booth protested. "I would never abandon, Bones . . . I love her so much . . . Even if she stops loving me, I will always love her."

Sad for the Agent, the girl looked at Booth and continued to question him. "Why do you think she would stop loving you?"

Embarrassed and ashamed. Booth closed his eyes and admitted his deepest secret. "She loves me right now, but I think I disappoint her sometimes. She thinks I'm this alpha guy and I know all about love and relationship and I really don't . . . I've disappointed every woman that I've ever be in love with. Eventually they leave me, because I'm weak and a fraud. I always do something wrong that shows them who I really am and . . . and they leave me."

Patting his knee, the girl tried to encourage him. "Look again . . . You're not looking in the right place. She loves you and she hasn't left you. You're not the man you think you are. You're a good man." Removing her hand from Booth's knee, the girl implored him. "Please Seeley Booth, don't give up. The one you love is looking for you . . . She hasn't left you. You just need to look harder. You aren't looking in the right place."

Frustrated, Booth opened his eyes and looked at the girl. Well he would have, but she was no longer sitting on the couch. In fact, she was no longer in the room. Confused and vaguely alarmed, Booth rubbed his eyes and then his chest. He wished the pain in his chest would stop. It was very annoying and it made it hard to think.

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