Sorry it took me so long to update. I was in NYC seeing Wicked... again (haha).

Chapter 2

Friday May 22 – Jeffersonian – 10:57 am

Panic threatening to overwhelm Temperance Brennan's sanity when she finally realized that no one could hear or see her. And the fact that she could not grab or touch anything sent her into world of hysteric. Surely she was having another nightmare, but no matter how hard she screamed she wouldn't wake from the petrifying reverie. It altered all laws of physics and everything she had ever known. How could someone's soul just walk around; like a ghost? It was impossible; she knew, but with every passing minute she began to seriously doubt that it was a dream.

Naturally, her mind began to hunt for an explanation. Though, it was far fetched the only thing she could come up with was…severe emotional trauma. However, in reality she knew this wasn't the case. But then what could it be? She had never believed in the supernatural, but now…

No. They don't exist.

Brennan sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Her mind kept spinning with possibilities, but none them fit. Nothing.

Angela's caring voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "…do you think she's alright?"

Brennan took a deep breath, trying once more. "I'm fine, Ang."

Nothing.

Booth laughed. "Angela, it's Bones were talking about. I'm sure her alarm clock just didn't go off."

Angela didn't seem too convinced.

"Look, I'll stop by her house. I'm heading that way anyway."

Angela sighed. "Ok…"

"Ok. I'll be back," Booth told her before turning away.

Brennan barely had time to react, but because she did, she quickly hurried after him. After all, she was of no use at the lab if nobody could hear her.

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Friday May 22 – Jeffersonian Parking Lot – 11:03 am

Brennan had found herself helplessly staring at the passenger door of Booth's car. She was unsure of even how to get into it. Luckily, a phone call had slowed Booth down, so naturally, she had time to figure her illogical situation out. Of course, she had tried the handle, but to her anger and shock her hand literally went through it. Brennan involuntarily shuddered, unwilling to consider this awful nightmare a reality.

She sighed. She had to stay rational. After all, it was impossible to literally go through something. It altered all laws of physics. Impossible…

…But…

But if this was a dream, which it was, she could go through it without question. It wouldn't be impossible because it was a dream. Still believing – wishing – it was a dream she closed her eyes and hopped into the passenger seat of the car.

Brennan gasped as a tingling sensation took a hold of her body. It started at her toes, went up her legs, and twirled across her spin. She had never felt anything like it before. It hadn't hurt, she didn't feel any pain. It felt like she was drowning in a wonderful sensation of bliss. However, as quickly as the feeling came, it went. In a matter of seconds it was gone.

She frowned. She was tempted to jump back through the car door, just so she could feel the tingling sensation again. However, to her dismay, Booth chose that exact moment to enter and start the car.

He still had his cell phone against his ear, waiting for the person on the other line to pick up. His eyebrows were scrunched together and every delicate feature on his face stood out, like it always did when he was worried.

"Pick up. Pick up," he muttered into the phone.

"I'm not going to pick up," she told him, somewhat amused, and knowing exactly who he was trying to call.

"Damn it, Bones. Pick up!" Getting nothing but her answering machine Booth slammed his cell-phone shut.

"I told you."

The drive to her house was spent in dead silence, and she found that she was actually longing to bicker with him again. She wanted to scream, but it was of no use. He wouldn't be able to hear her. It just frustrated her to no end. She was sitting so close to him, and yet she couldn't touch or talk to him.

In no time Booth had taken a sharp turn into her apartment complex and with in minutes they were standing at her front door. "I'm not going to answer."

But he didn't hear her; instead, he raised his hand to knock, but to their surprise the door swung open. Brennan inhaled sharply. She always locked her door when she came and went. Something was wrong. Apparently, Booth thought so to because he was already in defensive mood, with his gun in hand. As he pushed the door open, she took in the sight of him standing next to her. He was pale, wide-eyed, and worry and anxiety played over his features.

With Brennan hot on his heel, Booth cautiously stepped into the front entryway to the living room. "Bones," he called out.

No answer.

He called her name again and when he still got no reply, he began to wonder around her apartment. He peaked in every room, closet, and searched for anything out of the ordinary. He found nothing. Sighing, Booth dropped his gun a little. No one was here. At least that much was clear to him. No one was here. But then where was she?

Brennan looked around her apartment, strangely. Everything felt wrong and out of place. She suddenly gasped out as a flood of memories came rushing back.

The savage blow had knocked her completely off of her feet, as something solid connected with the side of her head.Unprepared for the brutal attack, she fell backwards into the coffee table, knocking it and the delicate vase that was sitting on top, over. She had tried to block her fall, but by doing so, she felt the awful snap of her wrist breaking. The vase that had once been used as decoration, now served as her death trap. It had shattered across the hard wood floor and sent little pieces of glass cutting into her skin.She could feel the warm, sticky flow of blood, seeping down her forehead from the wound. Her stomach lurched, and her legs were wobbly, no longer able to support her weight. Instinctively, she began crawling towards the door. But she only made it two feet before one of her attackers grabbed her and pulled her back to him.

Brennan snapped back to reality when she heard Booth call out her name.

"Bones, when you get this message… call me back. Ok?" He snapped the phone shut and let out a deep sigh.

Still in shock, she raised her hand to her head. There was no blood, no cuts, and no bruises. But then where had that memory come from? Suddenly, she felt her stomach lurch when she realized that her beautiful vase was missing. "Booth… somebody was here." Brennan whipped her head around as panic started to overwhelm her. Her vase wasn't the only thing out of place. Everything was. It was like someone had cleaned her apartment. It was almost as if they were trying to strip the place of all evidence. She wished that Booth would have been clever enough to notice, but he hadn't been to her apartment enough to remember where everything went. Brennan shuddered. Something had happened here and someone had cleaned it up.

"Booth," she tried again. "Someone was here."

But he didn't hear.

"Booth!" she screamed, pleaded "Please… you have to listen. Someone was here. They… everything's out of place…" she trailed off as Booth started to walk for the door. It was of no use. He couldn't hear her.

She had never hyperventilated before, but she was almost positive she was experiencing it now. Her breathing suddenly became rapid, her head was spinning, and she could feel the anger building up within her. It was so frustrating. No one could help her. No one could see her. And the only person who she trusted the most was walking out the door, and she couldn't stop him. She was trapped in her own mind. The word hell had suddenly become a new meaning to her. Trying to calm herself down, she clenched her first. However, that only made her anger rise and before she could stop herself, she screamed out for him. "Booth!" it was a call for help, a plea.

Booth was at the doorway when he stopped dead in his tracks. He could have sworn he heard someone call his name, but he wasn't sure. It had been so soft and faint, he could have imagined it. Nevertheless, he slowly turned around and gazed around his partner's apartment. He frowned. No one was there.

It must have been a trick of the wind.

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Friday May 22 – Booth's Apartment – 12:03 pm

There was no doubt in her mind that Booth had heard her. Brennan did not know how it happened, but it did. He had heard her. Of course, he had thought it was just the wind, but he heard her nonetheless. Hope had rised to a new level and she could have shouted for joy. However, there was always a catch, and she was beginning to see that this wasn't a nightmare. The cruel part was she was living in a reality where no one could hear or see her.

Now, she sat in Booth's apartment desperately trying to talk to him again. However, it wasn't working. She was just as indivisible and silent as before. Brennan let out a frustrated sigh. How had she done it before? She was anger and upset. Did that have anything to do with it? If it did, she would have to wait because she was to excited to get angry again. She had just been so thrilled that Booth had heard her.

"Angela, I'm sure Bones is fine." Brennan watched him as he paced back and forth, holding his phone firmly against his ear. She could see he didn't believe the words himself; worry was etched into his voice. He paused for a moment, and then frowned. "We'll I could, but they wouldn't look into it unless she was under the age of eighteen or handicapped. But, Angela, you shouldn't worry like this. Bones is –" Another pause and he let out a deep sigh. "For a missing person? 24 – 48 hours. But Angela she's not –" There was a loud knock on the door. "Look, I'll call you back if I hear anything. Ok? Yeah, you too. Bye."

Brennan watched as Booth snapped the phone shut and run for the door. As soon as he opened it a wave of blonde curls flew into his arms.

"Daddy!"

"Hey, buddy!" he patted his son's head, and then took a quick glance at the women standing in his doorway. "Thanks, Rebecca."

"I'm picking him up Monday. Ok?" She told him sternly, her eyes burning with anger.

"Yeah, yeah."

Booth rolled his eyes as Rebecca pulled her son into a tight embrace, as if it were the last time she would see him again. "Now give me a kiss, sweet-heart. Bye"

"Bye Mommy."

Without breaking his smile, Booth shut the door, and turned quickly back to Parker. "Are you hungry? I ordered pizza!"

"Pizza! I'm starving!"

Booth laughed. "Ok, it's in the kitchen. Why don't you set the table?"

Unwillingly Parker expected his father's request. "…fine."

Wordlessly, Brennan followed them into the kitchen and took a seat in one of the four chairs that were set around the table. She sighed inwardly. She couldn't help but feel like she was intruding. Booth rarely got to spend time with Parker, and when he did their time together was special. She knew she should have left, but she was afraid she wouldn't see him again. Booth was the only one who might have heard her. She wouldn't risk it, and maybe if she tried hard enough, he would eventually be able to see her. He was her only hope. Brennan smiled at the idea. She wouldn't be invisible anymore.

"Just plates. Right?" Parker asked his father.

"Yup. I'll get the drinks."

Parker nodded and quickly set the plates down on the table. He put a plate down for Booth, a plate down for himself, and to her surprise he set one right in front of her.

Brennan froze in utter shock. Slowly she turned to look at the small boy. Disbelief was clearly written all over her face. Intently, she stared straight into his brown- hazel like eyes, trying to catch any false alarm, but she found none. Parker was staring straight back at her and not through her, as if she were a ghost.

Her eyes first widened in surprise and shock and then narrowed with suspicion. She could barely contain her excitement, but what if it was just a false alarm. Taking a deep breath, and finally finding the right words, she began, "Parker…?"

He blinked as his eyes narrowed with confusion. "Yes?"

She finally let the smile she had been hiding spread across her face, and she almost laughed for joy. She wanted nothing more than to hug the little boy, but she didn't want to scare him. Parker could see and hear her. Everything was going to be ok.

"Parker… you can see me?"

He laughed, very amused by her choice of words. "Why couldn't I?"

"Oh, Parker, you have –" Brennan was abruptly interrupted by Booth's soft voice. They both turned to look at him and she could clearly see the look of confusion spread across his face.

"Parker, who are you talking to?"