A few days after the bombing, the White House held a memorial for those who had died from Hoover building bombings. The survivors were invited to speak on the incident and of the co workers that had been killed. Booth had wanted to skip the event, but feared what Hacker would do to him if he did. Over the past few days, most of his injuries had healed except for a sprained wrist and sore ribs.

Because Brennan had to work, Booth attended the event alone. Every time someone came up to him and spoke about the incident, Booth felt his body go numb. There had been no suspects arrested, but it was suspected that an anti-government group was behind the bombing

During the ceremony, Booth watched Hacker address his audience playing the role of a grieving boss erasing any suspicions of him being involved in the bombing. All of the guests of the party watched him in awe as he recounted what he endured during the bombing including "rescuing" Booth.

By the end of the ceremony, Booth had stepped away and was sitting on a bench nearby the White House. He scratched his head and closed his eyes. He was alone in this and he needed to fight his way out...

"Agent booth?"
Booth looked up to see FBI psychologist Lance Sweets staring down at him. Sweets, who had also been in the building during the bombings, wore a bandage over a large cut on his forehead. He seemed tired and quieter than usual. Booth paused for a moment and waited for Sweets to begin analyzing him. When Sweets said nothing, Booth glanced to the passing cars and stated, "I need you to be my friend right now, not my therapist. Ok?"
Sweets sat down next to Booth, put his hands in his coat pockets and said, "Ok. As a friend, I'm worried about you. You have been incredibly quiet these last few days. What's going on?"

"Don't criticize me for saying this. No psychoanalysis or psychology mumbo jumbo on this, ok?"

"Ok. What's up?"

" Hacker is the one behind the bombing at the Hoover building."
Sweets gave Booth a blank stare causing Booth to exclaim, "Forget that I ever said it. Never mind-"

"I believe you", Sweets said. Booth raised an eyebrow in shock as Sweets continued," Hacker told everyone that firefighters had made it to the floor I was on before he could. Before I got rescued, I saw him- he was talking to two guys in black uniforms a few feet away from me. Hacker was completely fine- there was not even a scratch on him. Thank God they didn't notice me."

"I spoke to Hacker before I passed out. He threatened to destroy me if I told anyone that I knew he did it. Have you told anyone?" asked Booth.

"No, I didn't know who to tell."

"That's ok- this is good. This means I'm not alone in this. We have to take Hacker down. We need to find evidence and eye witnesses that he hasn't gotten to. Once we get enough evidence, we can take it to a higher ranking official and take him down."

"Ok- I feel like James Bond."
"Yeah, uhm… Is there any information that you can get on Hacker? Like if he met with any unusual people or traveled somewhere unusual? He will notice if I start looking into his personal file."
"While breaking a million federal laws, I might be able to dig up a few things like his psychological assessment that I give to every agent. I will look today and let you know if I find anything. "

Booth nodded and turned around to see Brennan's co worker Jack Hodgins standing behind them with a smile on his face. He exclaimed, "I'm glad that you and Sweets are ok, Booth, but I smell a government conspiracy. Out of all the places to be bombed in Washington D.C, they choose the FBI building? I also don't buy that Hacker walked out smelling like roses."

Sweets and Booth looked at each other trying to decide whether to let Hodgins in on their plan. After a few moments, the three men huddled together and discussed the plan.

That evening, Booth climbed into bed with Brennan at her apartment. She seemed concerned and cautious while around Booth. He sat up in bed and turned to her.

"I need to tell you something," he said.

"Ok, Seeley. What's wrong?" Brennan asked.

"Hacker orchestrated the FBI bombings."
Brennan lifted her head up and exclaimed, "What?"

"He is the one behind it. Before firefighters rescued me, he flat out told me. He also threatened to destroy my life including breaking us up as partners."
"Booth, are you sure? You had lost a lot of blood when they found you. And you also received a concussion- maybe we should take you go back to the hospital. We can just make sure everything is ok."

"I'm not hallucinating again," Booth muttered referring to the effects of the brain tumor he had two years prior.
"Trust me on this one, Bones. Please," Booth pleaded. He needed to her to back him up; not just because they were partners, but because they were dating.
"Um ok. I trust you. How do you intend to prove Hacker did it?"
" I already have a plan with Hodgins and Sweets. I'll tell you in the morning," Booth stated. He felt Brennan lay her head on his chest. Within a few minutes, both were asleep.