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Okay! First, I would like to say thanks to everyone who have reviewed and SO SORRY for the long wait. School and work hit me pretty hard and I was really stressed out. But now things have calmed down. Again sorry for the really really long wait. Thanks for the people who emailed me and asked if I was going to continue this. It got me back in the swing of things.

It's been awhile, so the end might be confusing if you haven't read it in a while. I would suggest rereading Chapter 4, but only the Unknown location part. It's like half way through the chapter.

Well, anywho... enjoy!

Chapter 6

Friday May 22 – Jeffersonian – 5:00 pm

Booth was admitted out of the hospital without question. Apparently, there was one to many patients and not enough rooms. They had giving him a few different medicines for his headache, but that was about it. It wasn't like he cared, though. In fact, the only thing – person – he cared about was Bones… and figuring out what the hell was going on.

It didn't make sense. Nothing made sense to him anymore. Why couldn't anyone see Brennan, except for Parker and him? Why didn't he believe it? Even after, asking multiple people at the hospital if they could see her; none of them could, and yet he still couldn't grasp his mind around the situation. He wasn't a squint, but even he knew this wasn't scientifically possible. It altered everything he knew, and he wanted nothing more than to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

Angrily he kicked the wall of her office.

"Come on, Bones. Can't you remember anything?" Booth asked agitated.

Brennan's eyes grew cross. "No," she told him harshly. "I'm trying, Booth. I really am."

"I know," he told her gently. "I just wish I would wake up from this... nightmare!"

"Me too."

She had said it so softly, he barely even heard her. He looked up at her, his eyes suddenly soft and caring. Slowly, he reached out to place a hand on her shoulder, but stopped when he realized that neither of them would be able to feel it. "Bones… we're going to figure this out."

For the first time in her life she was speechless. How could she break Booth's little ounce of hope and tell him they wouldn't figure this one out? How could she tell him that they would find her dead and that's why he should stop trying to help her? How could she tell him to let her fade away until she was simply – well, nothing? But she couldn't tell him any of this. It would simply destroy him. They had always been there for each other, and even in the darkest of cases Booth would find a light and she would follow. But this wasn't their normal case. She didn't know what it was and with every passing minute she found herself wishing that she would actually disappear. Maybe that would solve everyone's problems. She sighed as Booth gave her a reassuring smile.

She couldn't leave him – not yet. She smiled back, and though she would never admit it, she was glad that the one person who could see her was Booth.

"So… were you really there… with Parker and me at lunch?"

She nodded and for the first time in hours a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Yes. Oh, remind me that I owe him twenty bucks."

Booth raised an eyebrow, but before he could question her, a familiar voice interrupted him.

"Booth…"

They both looked up to see Cam standing in the middle of Brennan's office. Neither had heard her come in, and Booth wondered if she had heard anything. Quickly, he stood up, clearing his throat. "Anything new?"

Cam let out a deep breath. "Another body came in." Time seemed to freeze, but before he could speak Cam read his thoughts. "It's not her, Booth."

Booth ran his hands through his hair and sent a smile of relief to where Brennan was standing. "Is it the same killer?"

"Zach and Hodgins are looking at it now, but we're positive that it is."

"Never assume," Brennan told her coldly as she walked quickly out the door.

Booth rolled his eyes, and followed his favorite scientist up to the examination tier. By the time he reached the plate form, she was already crouching over the pile of bones. Without thinking, he asked, "Find anything, Bones?"

Zach and Hodgins gave him a curious look, neither of them standing by the skeleton. Realizing his mistake, he cleared his throat and unsuccessfully he tried to fix his words. "I…mean. Find anything new… with the bones." Booth sighed, it still felt surreal that he was the only one that could see Brennan.

Hodgins stared at him, his piercing blue eyes never faltering, but nevertheless he pushed Booth's mistake aside, figuring it was best not to mention Brennan. "It just came in, but we have every reason to believe that this is the same killer."

"How can you be sure?" Booth questioned.

"Same as last time," Cam interjected. "Our victim was found tied to a tree with a rope dyed red and a white ribbon tied to her right wrist. Our killer's signature."

"But get this. The rope wasn't dyed with paint. It was dyed with the victim's own blood," Hodgin's told him.

Booth's face dropped and he couldn't help but look at Brennan. She wasn't looking at him, but he could clearly tell that they were thinking the same thing. Is this going to happen to her? Booth angrily pushed that thought out of his head. No. This would not happen to her. He wouldn't let it. "Please tell me that the victim was dead before he tied her to the tree."

Zach shook his head. "I'm afraid not."

"Have you ID-ed the victim yet?" Booth asked hopefully. Maybe, this would give him a lead.

Angela nodded, showing him a sketch of a beautiful girl. He cursed. God, she couldn't have been more than nineteen. "Her name is Alexis Caldwell."

"What? As in our first victim's daughter?"

Angela nodded and Booth covered his head with his hands. How the hell was he suppose tell Mrs. Caldwell that her daughter was found dead. Hadn't it only been hours ago when he had told her that her husband was found dead too? Now, how could he tell her that her daughter was murdered by the same person?

"She was suppose to be in flordia with her friend," Booth told them. "I spoke to Mrs. Caldwell this morning on behalf of her husband's murder. Oh, God. She has no idea."

Booth squinted his eyes shut and clutched his fist in anger. Was this Brennan's fate? She meant more to him than the world. If he lost her, there was no way he would be able to live with himself. He just couldn't imagine a world without her. A world without her smile, her irritating logic, and overall her presence. Over the years, he had taught her thousands of things that had nothing to do with logic, but simply looking on the other side of things, another story. However, what she didn't know was that she had taught him stuff too. He wanted nothing more than for her to be okay, and to feel her gentle touch one more time. Was that to much to ask? Apparently not. As soon as he wished this he felt a hand clamp gently down on his shoulder. He opened his eyes hopefully, but found that it was only Angela. For the first time in his life he actually hated her. He hated the fact that she could give a gesture so simply, so reassuring and yet his Bones couldn't do this now.

"We are going to find her, Booth," Angela told him. "Besides, I'm almost positive she's not in the hands of these insane killers."

"Booth…" Brennan finally spoke up.

Booth pushed Angela aside and took two long steps to where Brennan was standing. He gave her a curious look, knowing that if he spoke the squints would really think he's insane.

"Booth, I think I found something… and stop hovering." He took a step closer, completely ignoring her. She huffed, but didn't mind. "There's something in the victim's mouth."

Booth peered over the skeleton and reached out his hand, but it was immediately swatted away. He glared at the young scientist. "What?"

"You can't touch it," Zach told him somewhat timidly.

"There's something in the mouth," Booth told him sternly.

Zach gave him a curious look before reaching for a tool. Booth watched as Zach carefully worked the tweezers into the victim's mouth. It felt like an eternity before he finally pulled out a small dangling object and a white ribbon attached to it.

"What is it?"

"It's an earring and a ribbon." Zach stated. "That's odd."

"Whoa. Wait, it says something." Hodgins squinted as he tried to read the tiny writing. "She's next," he read.

Booth heard the sharp intake of breath from behind him. He turned around slowly, and found Brennan gripping her ear with her hands and a fearful look on her face. "Booth, it's mine."

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Friday May 22 – Booth's Apartment – 5:13pm

Sweets banged his head against the wall of Booth's living room. "Booth's, going to kill me."

"Would you calm down? I had a warrant," the Agent told the petrified doctor.

"And Booth has a gun," Sweets told him as he plopped down onto Booth's couch.

"So do I."

Sweets shook his head. "This is bad, bad, bad. Booth is not going to be happy."

The agent rolled his eyes. "Look, it's better if he wasn't here. We need to question the kid."

"He's five."

"But he knew where to search for blood."

"He's five," Sweets repeated.

Before the agent could argue the old lady returned with a tray of cookies and a nervous kid trailing behind her. "Here are some snacks. I'm sure you're hungry."

"Thanks again, Mrs. …?"

"Richmond," the woman replied kindly.

"We are so sorry to disturb you like this," Sweets spoke up. "We need to ask you some questions."

The elderly woman gave a nervous smile. "Could you please tell us what's this about?"

"Is it about Dr. Bones?" The little boy piped up. "Did you find her?"

Sweets and the Agent gave the boy a curious look. "That's why we're here. We're trying to find her, but we need your help. Okay?" The Agent told him kindly and the boy nodded, somewhat hesitantly. "Why don't we start with names first."

"I'm Parker."

Time seemed to freeze as the boy announced his name proudly. Never in a million years did he expect to find what the Boss had asked for, and the fact that this Parker was only five surprised him. Nevertheless, his lips tugged upward into a satisfied grin.

"Mine name is Ace."

It's been awhile, so if you don't know who Ace is Reread Chapter 4... the unknown location part. It's half way through the chapter.

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