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Author's Note: I don't know how good this chapter is...I'm not sure about it, myself. Oh well, you tell me if It's any good, after all, I'm writing for you, not me! Enjoy!

Brennan got in her car and sat, hands still on her seat-belt. She wondered whether or not she should do this; go looking for Booth. He would only be in one of three places, at this time of day, anyway: his office, questioning somone in an interrogation room or somewhere with food.

She picked up her phone, trying to decide. She phoned Booth, and let it ring for the better part of a minute. He wasn't at the diner, then. He was probably with a suspect.

She started up the car. It was worth it. He was worth it.

As she drove, she fiddled with the radio. She couldn't find anything worth listening to, so she turned it off. She turned it back on again. She was anxious.

It startled her when her phone started ringing. Who the...?

"Hey, Bren."

"Oh, Angela, hi."

"You left my office in such a rush, and then I came to look for you and you were going so fast I don't think I could have stopped you with a wrecking ball." This reference confused Brennan, and she thought about it, forgetting the phone to her ear.

"Bren, Sweetie, you there?" Angela was beginning to worry about her friend.

"Yeah. I'm here. I was just thinking." She was spacing out again, concentrating on where she was going to go first.

"Well, part of you is there, but I think it might be only the physical part."

This caught Brennan's attention. "What? Angela, it's physically imposs-"

"Brennan." She cut off her friend. "It's a figure of speech." She rolled her eyes at her friend's lack of comprehension. "Where are you, anyway?" She figured if Brennan had been distracted by earlier thoughts she would be more likely to answer.

"In the car. I'm on my way to Booth's office." True enough.

"Oh. Tell him hi for me, will you?" she said brightly. Brennan was completely confused now. She wasn't sure why Angela had given up so easily, but she knew it wasn't good. Angela didn't give up like that.

"Sure, Ange." But she sure as hell didn't want to find out. She hung up, thinking about the conversation. Why had Angela been so...weak? No, weak wasn't the right word. Suspicious was a better word.

Brennan parked outside his office, and walked in. The 'guy at the desk', Nick, recognized her. "Dr. Brennan! Are you looking for Agent Booth? Because he hasn't been here since this morning..."

"Oh. Are you sure, because he left about half an hour ago, so he should be here by now." She looked at him somewhat condescendingly.

He was slightly offended. "Yes, Dr. Brennan, I'm sure. I've been here this whole time. He's not here. And hasn't been for two hours. I know everything that goes on here. And I'm good at my job."

She looked at the grey haired man, and he was staring back, slightly upset. She decided to take the easy road. "I'm sorry. It's just, Booth left in a hurry, and..." - I'm worried about him - "I have something very important to tell him." She looked at his curious face. "About the case. A suspect." She was a terrible liar.

In fact, the only time she'd ever found it easy to lie was in Vegas, with Booth. Though, the more she thought about it, the more she saw that she wasn't really lying. She was making excuses. Excuses to be close to him, to touch him in ways she never could have as Bones, and to flirt with him.

She'd liked that far too much. She missed Roxie far too much.

Snapping back out of it, she politely excused herself, said a short thank you to Nick and left the FBI building.

Where could he be? She wasn't sure where to try next. She was sure he would be there. If he didn't have his phone on...

She started up her car again. She knew where he was.