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Hey I did warn you all about the angst right?

"I miss you Bones."

"I miss you too Booth."

"You taking care of yourself?"

"Yes. How have you been?"

"Oh you know, the same. Parker wanted me to tell you he misses you."

"Tell him I miss him too."

It was only the second time since she left that Brennan had called Booth. The first was when she had arrived in her hotel room, two months ago. Brennan was back in her element, doing what she loved back at the roots of anthropology and it was refreshing. She felt as if she had found some part of herself that had been lost. She missed Booth, but she knew this time alone was, as she had thought, what she needed.

"Dr Brennan!"

Booth heard someone call for her in the background. He felt a tinge of jealousy. Someone else needed her. Did they need her as much as he did? He wasn't doing too well without her, but he didn't want her to worry.

"I have to go." They had barely exchanged a few sentences.

"Bones – "

"I know, I love you too. Take care of yourself. I'll see you."

"Yeah, you too."

Brennan hung up, not allowing Booth to say more. She knew if he did, he could probably convince her to go back. It wasn't that she didn't want to go home, but she knew she needed this.

"Temperance."

Brennan turned, shoving her cellphone back in to the pocket of her cargo pants. She swiped a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Tyler, sorry you needed something?"

"Phone call home?"

"Work."

Brennan was reluctant to talk about what happened or why she was here to her co-workers. All they knew was that she was on a sabbatical. Most of the others working on the dig were local, or had been away from the America for some time, and she was grateful. She did not want to go into details with them.

"A couple of us are heading into town for drinks. I thought maybe you'd like to join us?"

"No thanks."

"Oh come on, you've been keeping to yourself ever since you got here. It's got to be boring at night when you're alone in your hotel room."

"I do some reading, reply emails, keep up with what's happening at work in the Jeffersonian, try to write a chapter for my book."

"I tend to forget you're a best-selling author. One night's not gonna set you back, I promise."

"I'm not sure – "

"Come on," Dr Tyler Rushton an archeologist took Brennan by the arm, "The others are waiting. If you don't like it, I'll take you back to your hotel."

Back home in DC, Booth stared at his cell. It was his second phonecall with Brennan since she had left for Peru. He hadn't spoken to her in two months. The two months had been hell. Every single day he woke up without her, he felt as if he was dying a little. Not a day went by that he did not beret himself for not going with her on that run. He received the occasional email from her, telling him she was safe and doing ok. That this was what she needed and that she would return to him.

He consoled himself in knowing that she was happy, or at least that's what she had emailed him. Their bed wasn't the same without her, their house wasn't the same without her, his life wasn't the same without her. Was she truly happy? Who was that man he heard calling for her over the phone? He was driving himself crazy with his questions. There was no way he was going to get anymore sleep. Booth kicked off his sheets. He hit the shower then pulled on his clothes for work. He knew where he was going, the FBI shooting range. He had spent a lot of time there lately, letting off his frustrations.

It was a small bar that served alcoholic beverages and it reminded Brennan a little of the Founding Fathers back home. The crowd there comprised mainly of foreigners, with few locals. It was obvious patrons of the bar were there to relax and unwind after a day of work.

Brennan took a seat next to Tyler Rushton at the bar. The bartender brought them drinks.

"You know Temperance, you're a very attractive woman."

"Thank you."

"I'd be lying if I told you I don't find you attractive."

Brennan winced mentally. She was suddenly uncomfortable. She tried to remind herself that not every man was like the one who attacked her.

"I'm married." Brennan added, hoping that would change the archeologist's mind, and that he would stop pursuing this matter.

"Happily married? I don't' see a wedding ring."

"My wedding ring is a family heirloom. Used to belong to my husband's grandmother, I didn't want to risk damaging or losing it in the dig."

"I see."

"I'm sorry Tyler."

"No, it's ok. Your husband is a lucky man."

Brennan nodded, wondering if Booth was feeling lucky at that moment.

Booth drove along the still quiet streets towards the shooting range. It was early morning, and he decided to stop for a coffee on the go.

As he was about to climb back into his SUV, he heard a scream. Booth threw his coffee to the ground and ran towards the sound. It had come from a nearby park. His heart raced. Was it the Park Snatcher again?

There were no more screams and Booth feared he was too late. He ran into an area surrounded by trees that shielded the area from the street. He saw a man dressed in black who had a half-naked woman pinned under him.

"FBI!" Booth yelled, drawing his gun.

The man's head snapped up, his face hidden behind a ski mask. Booth's heart skipped a beat. This was very likely the man who had attacked and raped Brennan. He knew that he could end the man's life that very second with a single gunshot to the head. The cop in him screamed that this wasn't the way.

The man stood up, turned and ran.

"Stop FBI!" Booth yelled. He stopped beside the terrified woman, shrugging off his jacket and handing it to her. He dropped his cellphone beside her. "Call 911," he commanded, before taking off after the masked man.

The man had a good head start, but Booth could see him disappearing into a clearing. Booth stepped up his pace, slowly gaining on the man.

"Stop or I'll shoot!"

His words seemed to stun the man momentarily and he turned to cast a glance at Booth. The masked man lost his footing and stumbled, allowing Booth to close the space between them. The man ran again, but Booth had caught up, tackling him to the ground.

Booth turned the man over onto his back, then got back onto his feet. His gun was still trained at the man's head. Breathing hard, Booth reached down to rip the ski mask off the man's head.

ADA Richard McFee stared back at him.

"You."

"I know my rights."

Booth laughed bitterly. "You. You were the one who attacked and raped my wife, you caused her to miscarry. You!"

"I swear, I never intended to rape Dr Brennan, it was completely random that I was out that day and she was running alone. I never planned on it being her."

"And that makes it alright?!"

Booth was seething.

"You, you're the one who hurt her! You need to pay for what you did. For taking the life of our baby."

Booth cocked his gun.

"No! You can't get away with this."

"And you think you can?!"

Booth pulled the trigger three times. The shots rang out, causing nearby birds to fly from their perch. Booth took deep breaths, trying to calm himself.

The assistant district attorney at his feet was sobbing.

Booth had intentionally missed. His bullets hit the ground inches from McFee's head.

"You're a sick man, and you're not getting away this easy for what you did to Bones, and the other women you raped."

Booth knew McFee had made many enemies simply by prosecuting many cases that he and Brennan worked on. He would not survive long in jail.

"Put your gun down!"

MPD had arrived.

"Easy. FBI." Booth flashed his badge.

"Agent Booth, coincidence?"

Booth recognized Detective Burke's voice.

"Yes." Booth nodded at McFee. "Told you it was him."

One of the MPD police officer cuffed the ADA and lead him away.

"Those bullet holes in the ground?"

Booth remained silent.

"I heard the gunshots."

"My gun misfired."

"I'm gonna believe you this time, Agent Booth."

Booth nodded, conveying his silent thanks.

"How's your wife doing?"

"She's left the country, went on one of her digs. I haven't seen her in months."

"I hope things work out for the two of you."

"Yeah, me too."

Burke gave a slight nod. "You have a good day, I look forward to working with the FBI again."

Booth was left alone. He thought a weight would lift off his shoulders, maybe it did but only slightly. He still missed Brennan, but he took comfort in the fact that her attacker had been caught. He walked away from the group of law enforcement officers only realizing that he was still shaking.

"Thank you." Booth looked up. The young woman he rescued was holding out his cellphone to him.

"You're welcome."

"Thank you so much. If there's anything I can do to thank you?"

"I was just doing my job Ma'am."

He shook her hand and waited for a parmedic to lead her away.

He stared at his cell for a moment before calling Brennan. He had promised her he wouldn't try to contact her but she had to know.

"I caught him." Were the first words he said when she picked up.

"What?"

"ADA Richard McFee, the man who raped you. I caught him."

There was a pause. Brennan was now back in her hotel room, grateful to be away from her co-workers. She took in a breath. A sense of illogical closure fell over her. The fact that her attacker knew her, worked with her made her angry. She had knew, Booth had told her he was a suspect, but it was now confirmed as fact. She then worried for her husband's safety. Had he been hurt?

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah."

"It's over. Are you coming home?"

"I - "

"Bones." Booth pleaded.

"You know that the reason I left wasn't because the man who raped me hadn't been caught."

"Right. Had to try. I miss you so much."

"I know Booth."

"I thought maybe this would help, you know, that he's caught."

"It does, and I'll come home."

"Just not yet?"

"Soon Booth, soon."

BB haven't worked things out yet, but I'm a BB shipper at heart, keep reading and reviewing to see if things work out for them.