He looked up at her. As she looked at the little piece of paper, her pale blue eyes showed the fear she had, but the instant they locked with his brown eyes, no matter how much concern he showed, she felt not fear, but calmness and security. She knew she was safe. She knew for a fact that nothing could touch her when he was near. He was over-protective of her, which most of the time got on her nerves, but she knew how lucky she was to have him in her life as a partner and friend.

"DOCTOR BRENNAN!" Doctor Jack Hodgens, yelled from the main area of the Medico-Legal lab, making Brennan and Booth hurry out of her office and up the steps of the forensic platform, swiping their I.D. cards on the way up, closely followed by Doctor Cam Saroyan and Angela Montenegro.

"What's wrong, Hodgens?" Brennan asked, out of breath from the startle.

"I was taking dirt samples from the body and when I was finished I turned out the light and saw this." he stepped aside to let Booth and Brennan see the book store victim, "Either this guy likes to point out the obvious, or you had better get about three more Booths."

Brennan stepped forward and looked at the body, Booth stepping up behind her and looking over her shoulder at the glowing letters across the sternum of the skulless body that spelt "Bones".

"As much as I resent that comment," Booth shot Hodgens a dirty look, "he's right, Bones." he looked back at her, "Someone is trying to kill you."

"Again." added Hodgens, now receiving dirty looks from both of them, "I took a swab of it and I'm about to run it to see what it is."

"Hodgens," she caught him before he walked away, "in my office are two cookie fortunes. While you run that, I want you to see who, other than Booth and myself, have handled them."

"You got it, Dr. B." he said as he started towards her office.

Angela followed him off the platform, headed to her office, "I'll go finish the ID."

Brennan pulled her hair up into a ponytail with a rubber-band that she fished out of her jeans pocket, then donned a pair of latex gloves and proceeded to examine the body, as did Cam, while Booth hung back and waited for them to start spouting off the things they noticed about the body.

"There's burnt skin still on the body, but with the lack of blood on the tissue, I think it's safe to say that the victim was burned post mortem." said Cam as she took some blood and tissue samples, "I'll go run a tox-screen, among other things." she walked away with the samples.

"He probably made sure she was unidentifiable so she would come here to you, but why would she be at the book store?" Booth said to Brennan and she turned around to face him. He was looking at her with his strong, but worry-filled eyes.

"Booth, I had just left the book store approximately five minutes before that bomb went off. I had been where the body was found."

"What?" his eyes widened.

"I think that he put my nickname on the body so I would know that he intends for me to be one of the bodies that grace these tables."

"Why didn't you tell me you were there?" an angry tone took over his voice, but she knew it was purely concern.

"It was a last minute engagement. Even with ground zero being where I was, I didn't think it was meant for me. And as un-nerving as it was to know that I could be lying on one of these tables had I not left when I did, I didn't think it was relevant until now." she motioned her hand towards the bones.

"Why didn't you tell me anyway?" he stepped forward.

"Without any evidence of my theory, I had no reason to tell you."

"You should always tell me if something doesn't seem right." he said, "How else can I protect you?"

The corner of her mouth curled up slightly at the reminder that he was her protector.

"Guys, I have something." Angela said from across the lab.

They walked into her office and crowded around her computer.

"I put a face on Jane Doe." she turned around in her swivel desk chair and held up a black and white sketch of a young woman. "I'm running her through missing persons."

"You don't need to. That's my publicist's assistant, Kayla Berrellous."

"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry." Angela said sympathetically.

"I didn't know her that well. She wasn't supposed to be there," Angela's computer dinged and showed Kayla's photo and information on the missing persons database, "because she's been missing since my last book signing a week ago."

Booth and Angela silently gasped as they took in the sight of a Temperance Brennan look-alike on the screen. Her jaw-line was a little more square and harsh than Temperance's, but her hair was the same shade and her blue eyes were just as piercing. Her skin was pale and fragile looking, like you could cut her with a feather.

"Didn't it freak you out that she looked so much like you?" asked Angela.

"I don't see a resemblance." she answered.

"You don't see that?" Booth pointed photo displayed on the screen.

"I suppose her bone structure is similar to mine, but her features are much more prominent."

"This is more of a threat than we thought." said Booth, running his hands through his hair.

Suddenly Hodgens came in.

"Karri's Prints." he said, "The fortunes were printed on a printer that came from Karri's Prints."

"How can you be so sure?" asked Booth.

"Come with me." he smiled and walked out of the door way and to his work area as Brennan and Booth followed close behind.

"Every printer has a signature. They're like snowflakes, no two are alike." he started as they followed.

"Get on with it, bug man, even I know that and we don't have much time." Booth interrupted.

"This one is hilariously unique," Hodgens smiled, magnifying the text on the little piece of paper and bringing the image up on the large monitor.

Above the 'T' in 'Temperance', "Karri's Prints' was written so small that it could barely be seen by the naked eye.

"Wow, that is unique." said Booth with a nod.

"Also, the stuff used to write on the bone was simple glow-in-the-dark paint." said Hodgens.

"Funny you should mention that." Angela approached them, "I just did a search for the place. It closed down five years ago when the owner, Karri Arkay was murdered by her husband, Randall Arkay. The place was the only print shop in the D.C. area that you could get something printed in glow-in-the-dark paint. The old building is still there on East and Pine. It hasn't been touched since they closed."

"Is my lady amazing or what?" Hodgens smiled at his fiance` who smiled back.

"Where is Randall Arkay?" asked Booth.

"As far as I know right now, he should be in prison, but I'm searching for more information on both of them." she answered.

"Okay, I'll be back. Hopefully with a lead." Booth started off the platform and Brennan followed. He turned around just as she was coming off the last step, "Where do you think you're going?" he asked.

"I'm coming with you," she said as if it were obvious.

"No, you're not." he waved his index finger in front of her face, "Someone is trying to kill you."

"Exactly why I'm coming too. I'll be safer with you." she flashed him a smile.

It wasn't fair to use her safety against him to get what she wanted. Clever, but certainly not fair.

He sighed a "Fine." then turned and walked out through the main doors with her right beside him, headed to the SUV.

********

She silently stared out the passenger side window as they drove along. He glanced over at her as often as he could while still driving safely. He knew that look. It was the look she had every time she got lost in thought while trying to figure something out. And he was right, she was.

She couldn't understand how or why she wasn't more afraid. Brennan knew fear. She knew all too well what it felt like. All those times she was in danger, she was afraid, so why not now? When she first read the threatening note, and just thinking about it now made her stomach drop and her chest hurt, but when she looked over at Booth in the driver's seat, the tension eased and the pain went away, just like it had earlier in her office. Then she realized. Every time she was in danger, he came for her. When she saw him, that meant she was no longer in danger. The threat was gone and there was nothing left to fear. He dug her out of the ground, pulled her out of a burning car, saved her from being beaten to death and fed to dogs, and when she sees him now, she doesn't feel afraid at all. She knows he'll never let anything happen to her.

"Are you okay, Bones?" he poked her shoulder gently, "You're being kind of quiet."

"I'm fine. I was just thinking and noticed that in past dangerous situations, there has been one constant."

"What's that?"

"Your protection of me." she said simply and he glanced at her with curious eyes, "And because of those times, I know that no matter what happens in the future to put my life in danger, you will be there to stop it from happening."

"Of course I will, Bones. I'll protect you no matter what." he smiled, "I promise."

"There's no need to promise, I already know it to be a fact." she nodded slightly.

"I promise anyway." he said, still smiling.

After a silent moment, he realized "You have faith in me." he grinned even bigger than before.

"What? No. Faith is a belief that is not based on proof. I have proof that I can count on you."

"There's more than one definition for faith. One is 'confidence or trust in a person or thing'. That's what you have." he smiled brighter, "That's faith." he said as they pulled up to a small single story building, the front of which was a large window with a stainless-steel frame around the main entrance. All lights inside were turned out and it was obvious that the place had been deserted for some time. The sign that stood along the road was cracked and pieces of it were missing, but you could still see that it read "Karri's Prints". They exited the SUV and walked up to the door and Booth gave it a sturdy tug. It opened without difficulty and he held it wide to let Brennan walk in and he followed her inside. They walked slowly through the store, dodging desks, printers, copiers and fax machines.

"We'll need a team to transport all of these machines to the Jeffersonian," she said, kneeling down to pick something up off the ground.

"I already called, they'll be here soon." he knelt down beside her, "What's that?"

"It looks like a piece of black wire. Probably from one of these machines." she answered.

Upon hearing a crash they instantly stood and saw a shadowed figure emerge from the door marked 'Office'. In one quick motion Booth drew his gun and had it aimed at the stranger, yelling "FBI, freeze!"

The figure pulled a gun and shot towards them in one swift move. Booth tackled Brennan to the ground then shot at the man over the desk they dove behind.

"Are you okay, Bones?" Booth glanced at her then looked back up towards the man who was now ducked behind a desk as well.

She rubbed her left elbow that she had landed on when tackled, "He didn't shoot me, if that's what you mean," she said in a voice that told him she had been startled by the suddenness of their situation.

The shadow came up from behind a desk and shot at them as he made his way to the back door. Booth ducked as the shots were fired, blindly shooting over the desk in hopes that he would at least graze the mystery gunman. They heard the back door swing open and hit the wall. Peering over the desk, Booth saw the suspect outside the door, jumping a fence that divided the alley.

"Stay here." he told Brennan as he got up and ran for the door before she could protest being left behind. Without any trouble he followed the suspect's path over the fence which stood about five and a half feet tall.

Brennan glanced down under the desk she was behind, gasping at the sight of a bomb with glowing numbers that read '00:00:06'.

Looking up, she saw Booth jump the fence before she could say his name.

The runner went around a building a few yards away and Booth ran as fast as he could to catch up with him. As Booth turned the corner, now just feet away from the suspect at hand, he heard an explosion come from behind him. His head jerked around to see that the building that he was just in, that Brennan was still in, was engulfed in flames that stretched stories into the sky.

His stomach clenched, "Bones," he breathed, "NO!" starting towards the building, the adrenaline allowed him to leap the fence with more ease than before.