Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or any of the movies I mentioned in my summary or the movie Crash!!

A/N: Okay, so Crash is one of my favorite movies and since I love it so much I added one of the scenes from the movie into my story. Just wanted to let you guys know... because I didn't right that part. (It's Booth's flashback)

Oh and soooooooooooooooo sorry! I would have had this up yesterday, but I made a video instead!

If you want to watch it, type... Bones My heart will go on piano ... in the search bar on youtube. It should be the first one.

Chapter 8

Friday May 22 – Unknown location – 6:03pm

Ace grunted angrily as he threw the thrashing kid in his arms against the wall. The little boy began to howl harder as he landed sharply on his wrist, but Ace didn't care. How he hated kids. If it wasn't for the boy's age he would have killed him already. However, Ace made a promise to himself that he wouldn't kill anyone under the age of thirteen. But with every passing second he was seriously beginning to question this promise. After all, doesn't the boy who called wolf die at the end of the story?

Ace smirked at his logic. Yes. If he had a reason to kill the boy then he wouldn't be breaking his promise. The Boss would be happy that he finished the job. Surely, he would get a raise. After all, the Boss's orders were to kill anyone who knew about what they had done. First, the Caldwell's. Then came Mrs. Richmond, and now the poor little boy. Ace smiled. Yes. He was doing his job and not breaking his promise.

The boy's wails quieted to whimpers and he could hear him mumbling something about 'daddy help me.'

Ace flicked open his pocket knife as he thought about all the ways he could kill the child. "Daddy's not here to save you this time." He could cut his throat.

"I-I want… to go home," the boy cried.

Ace took a step closer. No, that was too quick. He would cut of the kid's fingers and then send them to Booth. "You can't go home right now."

"P-please?"

He huffed. He could throw the boy in the oven and burn him to death. Ace's lips tugged upward into a crooked grin. Oh, how he was going to enjoy this. Slowly, he knelt down next to the quivering boy. "Listen up, kid. Want to know what I'm going to do?" The boy nodded, somewhat hesitantly, and Ace brought his pocket knife into view.

Parker screamed and quickly he tried to run away, but he only got two feet before tripping over something lying in the middle of the basement. He hit the cement floor hard. Grunting, he forced himself up and backed himself up against one of the cold walls. It wasn't until then did he realize that this bad guy was blocking the only way out.

"Damn it!" Ace screamed. "Look what you've done."

"I'm sorry!" Parker pleaded. Anything to keep this bad guy away from him.

Ace grunted in response. Parker peered through the darkness. The only light was coming from the crack under the locked door. At that moment he wanted nothing more than for his Daddy and Mommy to walk through that door and take him home, but that was a reality that was never going to happen. Desperately, he closed his eyes and thought of what his Daddy would do in a situation like this.

"Hey… shhhh. It's okay," Ace soothed.

Parker's eyes shot open and he peered through the darkness. He silently wondered who this bad guy was talking too and what he was holding in his arms. It wasn't until it started to cough violently was Parker aware that it was actually human. His eyes grew wide in fear and he felt the horrible stab of pain as his stomach dropped.

"Damn you!" Ace screamed at him. "You tripped over her. You probably broke a rib."

"I…I'm sorry! I didn't… mean too. Please, I just want to go home."

"Kid, be useful and get some water for her." When Parker didn't move, Ace let out a petrifying scream and faster than lightening Parker grabbed the water bottle sitting next to him on the floor. Very slowly he walked over to where the bad guy was sitting.

Ace scoffed as he ripped the bottle away from the boy's grip. Stupid child, he thought. He shouldn't have had to tell him twice. Quickly, he held the bottle up to the woman's lips and poured some water into them. She drank it subconsciously, without question and he smiled lovingly at her. Gently, he pushed aside her auburn hair and gave a soft kiss to her forehead. "Good girl."

"Dr. Bones…?" Parker asked, petrified. Fear piling in the back of his throat as he spoke those words.

"No," the bad guy snapped at him. "Her name is Molly. My Molly. The boss wanted me to kill her, but I couldn't. She's just so… pretty."

Parker stared at the man, horrified. He had seen Dr. Bones enough times to know what she looked like, and even though she was covered in cuts, bruises, dirt and blood, he could clearly see that this was her and not Molly. However, he wasn't going to argue with this sick man. Instead, he watched in shock as Ace continued to pet Dr. Bones. Clearly, this man had issues and it scared Parker to no end that he was trapped in a room with him. Whimpering, Parker collapsed to the ground and cried softly in his hands.

And that's when the door slammed shut upstairs. Ace cursed loudly and with a quick glare to where Parker was sitting, he told him, "Try to escape or hurt her in anyway… I'll kill you and your Daddy. Just like Mrs. Richmond. Got it?"

Parker nodded, tearfully and within seconds Ace disappeared behind the door, plunging him into total darkness.

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Friday May 22 – Booth's apartment – 6:11pm

Booth held his head in his hands. Sweets had given him 'time to think' and Booth was now locked up in his bedroom. However, the only thing he could think about was how horrible his day had been. First, Bones…now Parker.

Booth felt tears in his eyes beginning to form? Why Parker? Why him? Sweet's wanted him to think about his outbreak, and he had. Of course, he was devastated that his imaginary Bones was gone, but hadn't he known that she was fake to begin with?

Slowly, his mind switched to Parker and what terrified Booth the most was not what Ace would do to his son, but what Parker would do.

Hadn't it only been two weekends ago when he had given Parker that cloak…?

Friday May 8 – Booth's Apartment – 12:00 Am

The clock read 12:00am as he got out of bed to have a midnight snack, and it wasn't until he passed Parker's door was he aware that the lights in his son's room were still on. Frowning, he pushed open the door and walked over to the sheet less and empty bed. Sighing, he got down on his hands and knees and peeked under the mattress.

"How's it going?" he asked his five-year-old son, who was currently wide awake and hugging his stuffed bear closely to him.

"Okay…" came Parker's timid voice.

"There's no monsters in your closet…is there? Cause I could kick them out…"

The corner of his son's lips tugged upward into a grin. "There's no such thing as monsters."

"Ah… I see."

"I heard a bang," Parker told him bluntly.

"Like a truck bang?"

"Like a gun."

Booth inhaled sharply, he knew that this would happen. He silently cursed the guy who had brought a gun to Parker's school. "That's funny," he began. "Because there's not to many guns around here."

Parker played with the tattered edges of his blanket which was wrapped around him. "How far can bullets go?"

"They go pretty far, but they usually get stuck in something."

"What if they don't?"

"Thinking about that lock down you had at your school again?" Booth raised an eyebrow, and gently he reached out to squeeze his son's hand.

Parker shrugged.

"Ah, hold on," Booth let out a deep sigh.

"What?" Parker asked anxiously.

"I'm so stupid! How could I have forgot!?" Booth buried his head in his hands, pretending to be upset.

"What?"

"Forget it… you won't believe me."

Parker frowned and angrily he tugged on his father sleeve. "Please tell me."

"Okay," He looked his son in the eye who was eagerly awaiting his story. "When I was five this fairy came into my room one night…"

"Right." Parker rolled his eyes.

Booth poked his son on the nose. "See I told you that you weren't going to believe me." Booth waved goodbye and patted his son's blond curls. "Okay, go to sleep…"

"No! Tell me."

Booth smiled a full hearted smile before continue his story. "So this fairy's flying around the room… and I'm like 'yeah right you're a fairy.' She had these little stubby wings, like she could've glued them on, you know? Like I'm gonna believe she's a fairy. So she said, 'I'll prove it.' So she reaches into her backpack and she pulls out this invisible cloak and she ties it around my neck. And she tells me that it's impenetrable. You know what impenetrable means?"

"No."

"It means nothing can go through it. No bullets, nothing. She told me that if I wore it, nothing would hurt me. So I did. And my whole life, I never got shot, stabbed, nothing." It hurt to lie, but how could he have told his son that his father had more near death experiences than he could count? "I mean, how weird is that? Only, she told me that I was suppose to give it to my son on his fifth birthday and I forgot." he finished.

A smile lit Parker's face. "Can I touch it?"

"Yeah, go ahead." Booth held out his arm.

"I don't feel it."

"It's pretty cool. Huh? If you want… I can take it off and tie it around your shoulders… unless you think it's stupid."

"Don't you need it?" Parker asked softly.

"No, not anymore. So do you want it?" Booth watch as his son bit his lip, fighting the urge to give in. However, it only took a matter of seconds before a smile lit Parker's face.

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Booth snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Sweets reenter the room.

"So, anything you would like to say?"

He thought about the cloak and how he had told Parker it would protect him from anything. Would Parker really be willing to stand in front of a gun? Would he really think that it would be able to protect him? Booth shuddered at the thought and with tears in his eyes he looked up at Sweets. "I think I just made the worst mistake of my life?"

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Friday May 22 – Unknown location – 6:43pm

She felt it happening as soon as it began. First, it started in her chest and slowly the burning sensation ripped and tore the inside of her body apart. Breaking one bone at a time, until the inside of her mind was screaming in agony. For the past few hours she hadn't been able to feel a thing, but now, she was positive that she was going to die of pain. It had hit her all at once and hard. The peaceful darkness had been soothing, relaxing and now that she was being pulled away from it, she wanted nothing more than for it to swallow her again. And just as she crept closer and closer to that luring darkness, she felt a sharp stab of pain to her ribs and the darkness disappeared altogether.

"Dr. Bones…" a soft voice cried.

There it was again. The stab of pain.

"…Please wake up."

The voice sounded so far away and yet the pain was so close.

"I'm afraid…"

Again, the stab of pain. A pain that felt so agonizing, she was sure a thousand daggers were piercing through her skin. Was this her fate? To die a slow and painful death?

She grunted, and that little sound snapped her out of her stateless mind. It was her voice, a voice that whispered, taunted down her back: You're alive. Taking a moment, she forced her eyelids less than a millimeter open. It was such a simple thing to do and yet she felt like she was putting all her strength into that simple gesture. Unable to keep them open any longer she shut them, until the stab of pain and that encouraging soft voice returned.

"…Dr. Bones, I know you're in there." The voice was near tears, she could tell. "Please wake up."

She tried a second time and she managed to keep them open long enough to see someone poking her and a pair of chocolate eyes staring straight back at her. "Booth…?" her mind spoke for her as she clamped her heavy eyelids shut again.

"Dr. Bones! You're awake!" The change in tone was evident and without warning a pain that was so unbearable began to take hold of your body. It wasn't until the pain stopped was she aware that she was screaming. "Dr. Bones… I'm sorry… I didn't mean too… hug…I'm sorry."

"Booth… how did…? We have… get… out," she struggled as she gasped for breath, an intake so painful she thought she would lose consciousness at any moment.

"I... but… the bad man said not too."

That's never stopped you before, she wanted to say, but instead she felt like she had to tell him. She had to tell him before it was too late. "I found… this… my fault…"

"Dr. Bones, please," the voice pleaded, cried with her. "You need to get up. I can't leave without you."

"I can't…," it came out so soft she wondered how he had even heard her.

The voice quivered, and she could suddenly feel the weight of his worry pressing down on her shoulders. "I…I'll help you, Dr. Bones." She tried to shake her head no, but she found that she was incapable of doing so. Instead, she didn't do anything and the voice came again, "I'll help you…"

She screamed inwardly. Why wouldn't Booth just leave? Let her die? He didn't need her. He should save himself. Couldn't he see that she couldn't move – let alone think? Couldn't he see how painful breathing was for her? And that's when she felt a tiny hand – definitely not Booth's hand – grip her own.

"I'll help you Dr. Bones. Daddy gave me this cloak. It's in-pen-it-able," he mispronounced. "Do you know what that means, Dr. Bones?"

She forced open her eyes when the voice said 'daddy'. A young – very young – Booth was lying next to her on the dirty cement floor. She felt her stomach drop when she realized that this was not the Booth who she was hoping for. Her partner's own flush and blood, pleading for her to help and she couldn't even move. She clamped her eyes shut, fearing that he would be able to read her as easily as Booth could. Did he know that they were going to die? Could he see their destiny written out on the bruises covering her face? "It's impenetrable," she automatically corrected and she inwardly cursed herself for doing so.

"That's what I said." Parker's confused voice rang inside her head. "It means nothing can go through it."

She already knew this. She didn't need Parker telling her what it meant, but she didn't argue with that. Instead, she argued, "Cloaks… aren't…" she trailed off in a violent cough.

"Nothing can hurt me, Dr. Bones. Daddy gave it to me. And I haven't got stabbed or shot at!" he told her proudly. She could have told him that he was five and the odds of him getting shot or stabbed were pretty low, but she didn't waste her breath on this. Instead, she pondered over the point of this story. What did this have to do with anything with escaping? However, she had to admit that it was keeping her thinking – alive. But still what was the point of this story? She didn't have to wait long, for he answered her thoughts, "Dr. Bones, I think you need this cloak more than I do. It'll protect you."

"What…?" In that moment she wanted to hit Booth. Why would he tell his son something so false, insane? It didn't make sense! All her life she had wondered why parents would lie to their children. It only made things worse when they got older. Did they want their kids to hate them when they found out that they had been lied to?

"Dr. Bones, I'm going to tie it around your neck now. Okay?" He didn't wait for an answer. She felt him push her unwashed hair to the side and – that was all she felt. It wasn't until she heard him say, "Okay," was she aware that he was, in fact, done.

"I don't… feel…" She forced out as she peeked open an eye. "Or see it."

Parker squeezed her hand; it was the only thing keeping her from blacking out. "That's because it's invisible… and magic! It's pretty cool."

She didn't answer him. What was the point? They were going to die anyway and it was literally too painful to speak, so why should she ruin his little ounce of faith?

"It'll protect you, Dr. Bones," he told her softly.

Those were the last words she heard him say as a silence spread over them. And before she could stop herself, she found the darkness cloaking around her and sending her into that luring, relaxing, happy place once more.

Ah... i love the movie crash! It's a really good movie, I highly recommend it.

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