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FIRST RESULTS

Booth and Brennan were watching the photographs for a while, but they didn't find anything useful. After that Booth called the Head Office and asked if someone could interview the carrier about the shipment of the package with the light bulb. An agent had called an hour later and told him that the package was picked in an address with no building. The carrier explained to the agent that there was only a kid of about 15 years old with dark hair, short height, about one meter and a half, that gave him the package and paid, but nothing else. He has evidently been paid by someone, because the name the kid had given to the carrier was false. The agent said also that this information was sent to Agent Perotta for her knowledge, but they hadn't heard anything from her yet. Then Brennan made Booth lie on the couch for a few hours, not without protest a little, while she was wandering through the lab, from her office to Angela's, to the platform on Hodgins and Clark were working, and to the autopsy room where Cam was performing the autopsy. The first news she got came from her.

"I've finished the autopsy. I've determined the victim died between 4 and 4:30 in the morning by great loss of blood. She bled to death from the wound in her neck. The object the murderer used to make the wound was 1cm of diameter and 7cm long. It sectioned the right carotid and the intern and extern jugular. The tests confirm that the blood of the bathroom is hers. I've confirmed too that the victim was raped several times, but there's no semen. I've found traces of lubricant, so I suppose that the murderer used a condom. But, I've found some pubic hairs that don't belong to the victim and I suppose they are from the murderer. I'm going to run DNA tests right now, and search for a match in the databases. Finally, the toxicology shows high levels of ketamine and diazepam too." Cam explained.

"That suggests the murderer injected her these anesthetics to keep her calm." Brennan said.

"Yes, the levels I've found were enough to make her stay still and a little groggy, but I'm pretty sure that she was conscious all the time, until the end." This made both shiver.

"Ok, thanks Cam." And she left the autopsy room. She was waiting for Hodgins first results when Angela told her that she had enlarged the images and searched for something more, but she couldn't find anything useful. After that Hodgins called her and gave her the results of the analysis of the light bulb. He had found just hers and Booth's fingerprints, but there was nothing more. It was a very common light bulb, of a very common brand, impossible to track. Brennan left him starting with the clothes and headed to her office again, where she found Booth peacefully asleep in her couch. She sat in the armchair next to him and stared at him in his sleep a few minutes. She admitted to herself that she was very lucky because he was always by her side, and in the hard times more than ever. She knew that he would do anything to protect her, and though she was determined not to show it to anyone, she really felt a lot better when he was with her. He was always there when she needed comfort, even when she didn't know it. Angela's words about the Gravedigger resounded in her head. She couldn't know exactly how he felt when she was inside the car, because she was indeed inside the car and not with him, but she remembered too well how she felt when he was abducted. The rage, the helplessness, the desperation, all mixed. She felt sick just to think about. She couldn't even think what she would do without him, and that thought scared the hell out of her.

She was so lost in her thoughts that didn't notice that Booth was waken and looking at her. He lost himself in his dreamed feelings for her, which were becoming more real and stronger every moment. He needed to know that she was going to be ok, because he was sure that he couldn't bear that something happened to her. If that bastard dared to touch her he sure would pay with his life. He saw in her eyes that she was trying to hide the fear she was feeling, but he knew her better than anyone.

None of them noticed that Sweets was on her office, watching at them with a file in her hand and a big grin in his face. He cleared his throat to make them return to Earth, and they both jumped in surprise.

"Sweets! When…?" Booth babbled sitting up on the couch.

"Two minutes ago." He said grinning even more.

"What are you laughing at, kid?" Booth asked ironically. Brennan stood up from the armchair and was looking at Sweets with a tired look in her face. She didn't say him anything.

"Nothing, nothing." He answered funny. "I have made the preliminary profile of the murderer." He handed the file to Booth. Brennan sat on the couch with Booth and let Sweets sat on the armchair, without saying a word. In that moment too, Agent Perotta arrived to her office with Cam and another agent. Brennan sighed with resignation but she welcomed and invited them to sit down.

"Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth, Dr. Saroyan, Dr. Sweets, this is my partner, Agent John Harmon." They shook hands, asked how Booth was after the surgery, and began to discuss the case. Agent Perotta was the first.

"Well, our victim is Dr. Karen Lindberg, 34, head of the surgery department on the George Washington Hospital. She was found by Steve Moore, a partner of her, who had gone to pick her at 6 in the morning, like almost very day. He is a surgeon too. We have interviewed the neighbors for possible witnesses, but nobody has seen nor heard anything." She started, and then looking to Brennan she continued. "We know about the package you've received, Dr. Brennan, and we think that it's linked with the case too. So you are officially under the FBI protection." She was about to reply but Booth was fast and put his hand on hers before she could say anything, looking directly in her eyes, begging her with no words not to argue again. She bowed her head with resignation and said nothing. Perotta continued. "Deputy Director Cullen has told me that you want to go with us in the field, but he has told us too, that you will go with us only if it's absolutely necessary. That will be if we have another body, we hope not, or something that we consider your skills are needed. You have to know that this is a direct order from Cullen, first for your own security and second for ours. I'm sure you understand the situation, Dr. Brennan." She said. Brennan felt the rage boil inside her, and Booth in his own hand, because he hadn't released hers. He squeezed her hand and looked at her again. She remained silent and Perotta continued. "We have talked to the victim's partner, Steve Moore, about her and he has told us that she was a very good boss in the hospital, and she was very respected in her work. They became friends four years ago and neither him nor other hospital staff could tell us something bad about her. Nobody thinks that she could have any enemy, neither do us. We think that she was chosen because she was similar than you in her life." Perotta said, and Sweets agreed.

"I agree with her. You could take a look at the preliminary profile, but I'm going to summarize it. If we suppose that the same person that sent the light bulb and that note to Dr. Brennan is the same that raped and killed Karen Lindberg, and then wrote a message in the walls and floor of her bathroom with her own blood directed to her" he looked at Brennan to indicate that it was indeed directed to her "then I think that we could be facing a potential serial killer. I'm sure that his first objective was Dr. Brennan, but as he couldn't get her because she was with Agent Booth, he got jealous and angry and thought about another woman who has similarities with her. That makes me think that he knew the victim, he had to know something about her before kill her, because Dr. Brennan received the package yesterday morning and he killed Karen today morning. So, he has to get some connection with the victim's life. What I mean is that I'm sure that the killer knew the victim from at least some time ago. In fact the lock wasn't forced. All this leads me to think that it's very probable that the killer knows Dr. Brennan too." He explained but Brennan interrupted him.

"We cannot be one hundred per cent sure that the package is linked with the murder, I can't assume that for sure just because it seems the easiest explanation for all of you." She sounded as irritated as she was.

"Bones, please, let Sweets finish. For the first time and without setting a precedent, I think he's right." He said, trying to keep her calm. But she released her hand from his and sighed with annoyance. He looked at her with concern while Sweets spoke again.

"You're right Dr. Brennan. I'm not one hundred per cent sure, but not only is the easiest explanation, but the more plausible too. And the more dangerous, so I think that the best we can do is to take it as sure, because if you are the objective and we don't take that situation into consideration, you could get killed, and none of us wants that to happen." At that words Booth held her hand again, trying to show her that he wouldnt' let that happened. She let him do it, and felt immediately a little better. "As I was saying, I think that the killer knows Dr. Brennan, but I don't think that he knows her of his everyday, but just by sight or a superficial relation. I think too that he feels admiration for her, even he could think that he's in love with her. And that could make him more dangerous, because he could do something unpredictable."

"I don't see the similarities between the victim and myself. Could someone explain them to me, please?" Brennan asked trying to dominate the annoyance. Booth answered.

"She had a similar age, was a beautiful woman, and the most important, she was a very successful woman, just like you. If I've understood it properly, I think that Sweets is right, and he's going to try to go after you because he wants to possess you. Am I right, Sweets?"

"Yes, you're absolutely right. As the investigation progresses and I have more details, I could do a more estimated profile, but I think we are looking for a man, middle-aged, intelligent and with higher education. I insist that he has to have some link with Dr. Brennan, but I cannot establish it yet. Maybe it could be someone that works on the university, but that is jump to conclusions."

Booth nodded in agreement and looked again at Brennan. She was angry and didn't even bother to hide it. She released her hand again and stood up from her couch.

"Cam, do you mind to explain Agent Perotta and Agent Harmon the details of the autopsy and the tests we have done here, please?"

"Yes, of course." Cam answered looking at her with understanding.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." She said and left her office. She needed to be alone and headed to the higher part of the lab, where there was a meeting table. She sat in a chair, put her elbows heavily on the table and hid her head between her arms. She needed some time to be alone, she was suffocating in her office and needed some relief. Booth wanted to go after her, because he was worried for her, but he also needed to know the results, because he was sleeping and had no chance to take a look at them before they all arrived. For his relief Cam was brief explaining everything.

"We are now expecting for Hodgins to analyze the clothes of the victim and the samples the FBI has sent to us, and the DNA results of the pubic hair." She ended.

Booth excused himself and left the office too. He searched for her for a few minutes until he found her in the meeting table, leant on the table with her head resting on her arms. He came and sat on another chair next to her. Her eyes were fixed somewhere in the infinite. The fact that she had to be suffering this situation made him feel the urgent need to show her how much he cared. The dreamed feelings for her were even stronger than before. The need to take care of her, to protect her was so strong that it almost made him feel physical pain.

"Bones…" He said in low voice. But she didn't say a thing. He thought that today she didn't want to talk too much. "Bones, we should go home. I'm hungry and I bet that you haven't eaten anything in all day."

"No, I have to wait for Hodgins results, but I can take you home if you want." She finally said.

"No, no, no, no. I've said WE should go home, you and me, together. If there was something that you needed to know they can call you at your phone. You need to eat something, Bones. And to rest for a while, I guess." He said.

"Booth, I have to be here, just in case someone could need me. Maybe Clark needs my help."

"Clark can do a great job by himself, I'm sure. Bones, we have the ID, the profile, and the first interviews, and all the fronts are covered by everyone here: Hodgins and Clark with the clothes and the samples, Cam managing everyone, Sweets and his profiles, and Perotta and her partner compiling everything. Please," he stared at her "trust me, you'll feel a lot better after eat something and rest for a while. And" he grinned "we skive from Sweets."

"Booth..." She wanted to reply, but his look was a big please, and she finally gave up. "Ok, we go home for a while, but I'm going to come back in a few hours." She said.

"That's enough for me now. Come on, let's go." He said standing up. He put his hand on the small of her back and they went to notify Cam that they were leaving, and ask her to call them if anything new happens. They arrived at Booth's place after pick something at Sid's. Brennan wasn't really hungry, but Booth made her eat something without listening to her protests.

He was beginning to feel a light headache and rubbed his eyes trying to throw it away. He sat on his couch and closed his eyes. She noticed it and gave Booth his pills.

"You need to sleep for a while Booth, you need to do what the doctor said to you, not just ignore it. It's important for your recovery." She said.

"I know, but you need to rest too. You've been under a lot more stress than me, and I'm sure that if I fall asleep before you, you'll rest nothing, or even worse, you'll run to the lab again without me. And that it's not going to happen in any case."

"Don't worry, Booth, I'm not going to leave without you knowing it, because it will cause you to increase the headache because of the stress. And I don't want that to happen. So, why don't you try to sleep in the couch a little, while I connect with the Jeffesonian via satellite?"

"No, I prefer we sit on the couch and watch the tv. I'm sure that it will be very good for you to disconnect for a while. Let them do their job, just relax. We can view whatever you want, ok?" Booth suggested, and surprisingly, she accepted.

"Ok, we watch tv then. But in one or two hours I'll head to the lab again." She replied.

"Ok, but better, WE will head to the office."

"No, I will go to the lab without you, because you need to rest more than a few hours. Booth, if you don't follow exactly the doctor's instructions it could be perilous for your recovery. You have to think that you are recovering your mind skills, and that needs time and relax. And you are not very relaxed at the lab."

"I just need to relax a little and wait for the pills to take effect. Then I'll be perfectly fine to go with you if you want to go."

"For God's sake, Booth, just do what you must do!! That is to stay in a place where you can relax. The lab is not a good place for you right now. You ask me to trust you to come here and relax, but you need to trust me in this too, because your brain must disconnect to heal properly!!" She said firmly.

"Why don't we wait until you want to go? We'll decide then. Just sit down on the couch with me for a while. I don't want you to connect to the lab with your laptop because you need to relax too, ok?" He said standing up and hanging her hand to make her sit close to him. Then he put the tv on and after a few minutes Booth was half asleep with Brennan's head on her shoulder, half asleep too. They were exhausted, Brennan because of the situation and Booth because of the recovery. An hour and a half passed and Booth woke up for a moment. Unfortunately the headache was still there. And then he was aware that he had put his arm around her waist in their sleep and she was leant onto his right side, with her right arm on his chest. Booth felt his heart increase its speed. She looked beautiful while she slept. He wanted this to last forever and just remained in that same position and fell asleep again, feeling her rhythmic heartbeats.

When she awoke she was aware that she was leaning completely on Booth right side and his arm was rounding her waist. She felt like nothing could happen to her in his arms, she felt totally safe. And paradoxically that feeling scared her absolutely. The mix of feelings was strange to her, who always put her head before her heart. Booth awoke in that moment, sensing her agitation. He released her and she stoop up in a second.

"I-I-I ha-ave to go, to the lab." She babbled.

"I'll go with you. Can you wait a second, please? I want to wash my face." He said standing up to go to the bathroom, but in that moment he felt sick and needed to sit on the couch again. Brennan ran to help him and made him lie down.

"Booth! Are you ok?" She said really concerned.

"Yes, don't worry. It's just a sickness. It'll pass in a moment." He replied trying to calm her down.

"I've told you that you need to rest, and that's exactly what you are going to do right now." She said firmly. "I'll bring you some water." She stood up and headed to the kitchen, and came back with a big glass of fresh water. "Here, take it." She handed the glass to Booth and he took just a few sips, and then gave the glass to her again. "If this is your way to make me stay here with you instead of go to the lab, then you've done a good job." She said, trying to stay calm.

"You know, I always like to have a beautiful woman taking care of me."

"Don't be childish, Booth! This is serious!" She replied. "You are going to follow every instruction from the doctor, and from me. And I don't want to listen to your excuses."

"I'm fine, Bones, really. It's nothing. In fact, I feel better now." He said straightening up on the couch and sitting. She helped him but didn't let him stood up.

"No, Booth. You're not fine. You have been ignoring all my warnings and this is the result. So, you are going to stay here, lying on your couch, watching the tv. I have to go to the lab for a moment to check if there's something new…" he was about to reply but she continued "…but, I promise you I'll come back in half an hour, ok?"

"No, it's not ok. You are not going to go all alone to the lab. I'm going to go with you, you check what you want to check and then we come back here."

"Booth, please, don't be stubborn. You are not in good condition to go out of here, and if you are worried by my security, what do you think you could do if something happens right now?" She replied and saw an odd expression on his face.

"Why don't you call the lab and ask for the news?" He replied as well.

"Because I need to check if they have ran the tests properly. I need to know that everything has been done following the correct procedures. I'm going to go from my parking here to my parking in the Jeffersonian, driving all the time, so I don't see the danger in this."

"Bones, please. Do you want me to worry all the time until you arrive to the lab? That will cause me a lot of stress." He said, trying to convince her by making her feeling a little guilty. "I'm going to call Perotta and ask her to send someone to pick you up here." He said flopping his phone and dialing Perotta's number.

"Booth, this is absolutely innecesary! I'm not a baby!" But his eyes begged her more than he could have done with words. "This is ridiculous!" She said angrily. Booth talked to Perotta ignoring her protests. She told him that his partner would arrive in fifteen minutes. Brennan was extremely pissed off, and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. She wasn't in the mood to speak with Booth right now. She thought that this was getting ridiculous but also knew that Booth would be as stubborn as he needed to make her do what he wanted, or the way he wanted. Booth came to the kitchen but she wanted him to go to the couch right now.

"Go to the couch now, Booth! I'm not in the mood for this now." She spotted.

"Bones..." He started, but she interrupted him.

"No, please, lie on the couch right now! I know why you're doing this. I understand you, but I don't agree with you in this. I know I'm perfectly capable to go to the lab from here in my car. But I don't want to argue with you again. Please, go to the couch. I'll finish with the dishes and go to the Jeffersonian with my bodyguard, so you could be calmer, and rest a little more, because you need it." She said tiredly.

"Thanks Bones. I'll feel a lot better knowing that you are not going to be alone. And since you accepted it, not willingly but that was the only way, I will rest while you're in the lab. Quid pro quo, you give up a little and I give up a little too."

"Yeah..." She said resigned.

Ten minutes after Agent Harmon arrived to Booth's to pick up Brennan. The way was very silent. At least there was no traffic and they arrived to the Jeffersonian in a bit. She headed to the platform to ask Hodgins if he had something more to tell her, but there was nothing new. Agent Perotta was with Sweets in the meeting table where she was a few hours before, discussing about the killer's profile. They hadn't anything new either. Cam saw her heading to her office and called her.

"Brennan! Come here now, please!"

"What happens?"

"The security staff has brought this package addressed to you two minutes ago. I was going to call you right now."

"A package? What kind of package?" Brennan asked.

"I have the suspicion that it's from our guy. It's similar than the first, with no sender, but a bit smaller."

"Well, I'm going to open it. Please, call Hodgins and Clark to come here right now. Maybe we'll need them." Brennan said putting a pair of gloves and catching the cutter. She opened the package and saw another smaller box, just like the first one. But this time, the second box contained just a note, nothing more. Brennan read it carefully. Cam saw how her face turned white as she read. The note fell from her hands and she left running to where agent Perotta, Agent Harmon and Sweets were discussing. Cam read the letter to Hodgins and Clark.

"Didn't you like the present I've sent you? That must be fixed. But first I'm going to clean my way to you. I'm not going to share you with that agent. Don't worry. Soon, you'll be mine. You'll know Heaven with me."

"Oh, my God!" Cam murmured for herself.

In her running, Brennan called to Booth's phone, but there was no answer. That worried Brennan to the max. She didn't know whether he was sleeping in his couch or something had happened to him.

She arrived where Perotta and Harmon were and explained them the news about the package in a hurry.

"I'm calling him, but he's not answering! Maybe nothing is happening, maybe he is just sleeping, but I can't be sure!" She said too much agitated.

"Let's go to Booth's place. I'll ask the Head Office to send a patrol right now. They can arrive there faster than us." Perotta said heading quickly to her SUV. Brennan was thinking that if something happened to Booth while she wasn't there with him it would be entirely her fault. She was absolutely silent in the rear sit, begging for Harmon to drive faster. When they were in the middle of their way Perotta's phone rang. An agent had arrived to Booth's apartment. The front door was opened and there was nobody inside. The agent was about to comb the zone. Brennan felt her heart jumping in her chest with anxiety.

They arrived to Booth's in three minutes since the agent call, and Brennan jumped from the car and ran toward Booth's apartment with Perotta right behind her. They found the empty apartment in order, but, as the agent had told Perotta, the front door was opened. There was no sign from violence in there. Brennan didn't know what to think. She couldn't believe that Booth hadn't fight if someone had tried to abduct him, but she didn't want to jump to any conclusion. She found Booth's phone on the living room table, just as it was when she left twenty minutes before. She searched for anything that could tell her what had happened there, but everything seemed to be in its place. She heard Perotta speaking through her phone, giving the Head Office the instructions to search for a missing agent, but she didn't pay any attention to her. She was absolutely frantic, tears dampening her cheeks, falling freely. She should have been here. Why had she always to be so damned stubborn? She should have followed Booth's advices and stayed with him. She collapse on a chair in the middle of the living room, her brain trying to work full power, but the worry running freely through her veins, overwhelming her completely.

To be continued...

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