A/N: Right, third chap. Sorry if the timeline seems a little wacky, its supposed to be like that. I swear. Thanks for all the reviews. And thanks once again to Katie for Beta Reading. :)

Keep on trying

And I feel so satisfied when
I can see you smile I
I want to confide in
All that is true
So I'll keep on tryin'
I'm through with lyin'
Just like the sun above
I'll come shinin' through
Oh yes I'll keep on tryin'
I'm tired of cryin'
I got to find a way
To get on home to you

Booths mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Bones. His Bones, one thing haunted his consciousness, that he never told her how he felt. And if they didn't get there in time he never would. All he could see was her grin. Laughing at his discomfort as they discussed things he rather wouldn't. Her sly grin when she wanted something that she knew she wouldn't get. The mischievous grin she wore everytime she asked for a gun. He would give anything to see her smile again, to hear her laughter one more time. It made him feel like he was home. And he would keep on trying to find her just to hear that sweet sound again. He had to.

Hodgins squirmed under Brennan's gaze as he told her how much the perfume cost and when she offered to split the cost he felt that he had to come clean. He knew how it felt to be lied to and didn't want to lie anymore, not to his friend. He finally came clean and was amazed at the lack of response to it. She just accepted it. But still it felt good to get it of his chest. He was through with lying and as he stared at the soil through the camera lens he was determined that they were going to make it home so he could tell the truth at least once more. He would keep on trying. He had to.

Angela sighed as she threw yet another tissue into the bin. She was determined that would be her last one. No more, no more crying, because they were coming home. She was tired of always being the weak one. Always being the one to cry, always needing the comfort. No more. She was going to be strong because Bren and Jack would need her. Well Bren had her hunky FBI agent, so Jack would need her. She knew that as much as it scared her, she was all he had, and she had taken that away from him. When she found him she would fix that. So she would just keep on trying, for love. And she wouldn't cry unless it was for the happiness the sight of him would bring. But she would help Jack come home. She had to.

Brennan held her breath as she unhooked the explosives from the airbags and positioned it on the dash. All she could do was hope that the dash would deflect the charge. She had tried to calculate the mathematics of the explosion but the numbers swirled around an image of Booth making it impossible, but also making her more determined to get out. She knew that this was a last ditch attempt but she had to try. She had to get home. If only to tell some people some things that should have been said a long time ago. Surprisingly she found that she wasn't so scared anymore. This experience had done enough to get rid of that. So, she had to keep on trying to get out. Even if this idea didn't work she would still try. She had to.

Booth and Angela got out of the SUV and began looking over the open expanse of soil. They looked at the sand and thought. 'I have to bring them home'.

Brennan grasped Hodgin's hand, they both eyed the detonator and looked at each other worriedly, but then thought. 'I have to get home'.

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