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Brennan finished laying out the last of the skeleton she'd brought from DC on the table she and Peter had moved earlier that day to a quiet side of the lab. He'd even been nice enough to set her up with a few elbow lamps to help her see better and a few other helpful tools to get her on her way until Astrid could get the remainder of her requests. She was abnormally excited about getting started on her bones as it was something only she could do to help bring Booth justice. She worked leaning over the remains categorizing each imperfection for several hours before a cramp in her back forced her to stop when Peter's insistence for her to take a break wouldn't work. Last she had heard they all went out to grab a bite to eat and by looking around at the deserted lab she surmised that they were still all out. Her stomach growled signaling her long delayed need for food. Deciding she wasn't getting anywhere with an empty stomach and an aching back she grabbed her bag and headed out in search of food.

Because Harvard had a very large campus that normally was bustling with student life she only had to walk half a mile before the lights of restaurants came into view. It was eerily quiet for nine in the evening, even if it was a Wednesday. The block was deserted and the one street lamp that was nearby flickered precariously. On what particularly bright flare she saw a man just three houses down standing in a black plain cut suit and completely bald and pale. He was staring at her unmoving and she paused in her progress toward the busier part of town. Noticing that she had stopped, the man began a slow and steady progress toward her.

Her brain told her to bolt. Run back to the lab and not look back, but something else held her still and waited, like a colt ready to make it's dash for safety. When the man was just fifteen feet away he stopped and they just stared at each other. When she couldn't take the silence anymore she finally spoke up.

"Who are you?" She asked, but he'd spoken the same thing as her at the same time. Thinking that it was just a coincidence she tried again.

"No really, who are you?" And once again it was said in sync. She was incredibly confused now.

"How…" Once again in sync.

"Mind reading is impossible!" Brennan growled out in frustration but he once again spoke the same thing at the same time.

"Ethmoid, ilium, sphenoid, sacra, ulna, femur, talus, clavical!" She half shouted, daring him to say the same and he did.

"Give this to Peter Bishop," he finally spoke on his own, setting down an envelope on the sidewalk in front of him before walking away from her and all the questions burning deep inside her head. When he was out of sight Brennan went and picked the envelope up, turning it in her hand and taking note of the plain scrawl 'Peter Bishop' on the front. Deciding that it was probably more important to get this to Peter than to eat she turned back and headed in the direction of the lab at a brisk pace, occasionally checking behind her for anyone following. When she finally stepped through the lab doors she was quick to find Peter at what must've been considered his normal lab station. He only spared her a glance but then looked back up again when he saw how off she looked. He stood up and faced her with a look of concern.

"What is it?" Peter asked.

Brennan, not sure what to say, just handed him the envelope. Taking it from her he glanced at the front with his name on it then opened it, unfolding a single sheet of paper. Brennan watched as he turned white as a sheet and began shaking like a leaf. He stared at up her and then back down again, his eyes scanning the paper.

"Where did you get this from?" Peter said, his voice hard and cold.

Brennan stuttered, unsure of what to make of this harsher Peter.

"Where did you get this from, Brennan?" His voice had heart breaking pain to it and he stepped forward and gripped her shoulders and shook her hard.

She fought the instinct to defend herself as she knew he was just hurting inside.

"A man. He was bald and wore a black suit. I didn't know who he was, but he told me to give that to you. What did it say Peter?"

He looked down at the paper again and ignored her. "Did he have eyebrows?"

"What kind of question is that? What did the paper say?" Brennan asked, getting fed up with his lack of cooperation.

"Eyebrows, Brennan?" Peter half growled.

"No! I guess he didn't, but what does that have to with anything. More fascinating is the fact that he knew what I was going to say before I said it outloud. That doesn't even make sense. It's not possible!" Brennan argued more with herself than Peter.

"I know." Peter left it at that. When he saw that Brennan was far from satisfied with his short answer he continued, "we call him the Observer. If I told you more about him you'd probably think I was crazy."

Peter stepped back and sat down in his seat again.

"It says 'She's Alive'." Peter said softly.

"She – who?" Brennan asked confused.

"Olivia; my partner. It has to mean her." Peter said with conviction and frustration.

"How do you know?" Brennan asked bluntly.

"Who else could it mean? What other woman has died that I personally know?" Peter said.

Brennan stayed silent as she watched emotions flash across Peter's face, all of them extreme. Deciding it was probably best to give him his space she moved back to her work table and began her work again. She could feel that she was close to something, as illogical as it sounded, but maybe she was close and she had to keep working.

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Olivia was getting frustrated.

Frustrated with the lack of progress; the lack of her partner and she was mostly frustrated with the seclusion this hide out offered. She had no idea how anyone she knew was doing or if they were even okay. Olivia took to pacing the length of the dining room again, running a hand through her hair, messing it up yet again.

Booth walked in without even glancing at her and headed straight for the coffee machine and then to exchange a set of files for ones he'd read through already. Apparently, Olivia pacing was a normality of their new life in the safe house. She stopped to stare at him and let out a sigh.

"Anything stick out?" She asked, trying to keep her calm.

"No, sorry. I'm not going to stop looking though." Booth said determined.

Olivia gave one of her dry smiles before nodding. She was about to grab another file herself when she saw Booth tense up and his eyes go wide in fear. Olivia froze in place and she watched in fascinated horror as Booth leapt over the breakfast bar and made to tackle her to the ground. His body hit her's squarely and he had her pinned to the ground just as a shot broke through the sliding glass door where she had been standing. Olivia gasped for air but couldn't get any since Booth had knocked the wind out of her when he had landed on her. She was embarrassed to admit to herself that she was rather stunned from the hit and lack of oxygen and it was Booth who had to drag her past the window and to the minimal safety of the wall, but they kept low none the less. When she finally caught some air, sounds filtered back into her ears – shouts and more gunfire as the assumedly the agents outside were taking care of whoever had tried to shoot her.

"Thank you," Olivia gasped, eyes only slightly wild as she let the mask of calmness slip back into place with only a little struggle.

"That's what partners are for, right?" Booth said, grinning from the rush of adrenaline.

Olivia bit her lip and frowned at him, remembering the number of times Peter had saved her. God she missed him. Booth's face darkened when he saw the look on her face and similar thoughts must have passed through his mind.

The gunfire had died down and Olivia went to stand and get some space when there was a sharp pain in her stomach that made her double over. Clutching her abdomen, she looked down and noticed that her yellow t-shirt had blood starting to show on it. Had she been shot and not known it. She looked up at Booth who was now staring at her in horror. Olivia lifted her shirt to inspect her stomach and saw that it was just the bullet wound in her stomach that had reopened, but it was bleeding rather profusely.

"Oh – Liv, I'm sorry, I-" Booth said, looking a little lost as to what to do.

"What? No – you saved my life Booth." Olivia said and then gasped when another twinge of pain hit and more blood spilled out of her. Okay, it was turning into a lot of blood now, Olivia thought. Darkness seeped in at the edges of her vision and she almost tipped if Booth hadn't caught her.

"Whoa there," Booth said, easing her down to a laying position.

"Booth?" Olivia asked, her vision getting darker.

"I need a medic!" Booth shouted toward the broken window hoping someone would hear. It was only a minute before an agent came rushing in and saw Booth pressing his hands down onto a barely aware Olivia. The agent nodded and got on his walkie talkie to get the request out. "It's okay, Liv, someone is coming. You're going to be okay."

Olivia nodded blearily. She knew she could trust Booth. Before everything went black, Olivia watched as a few medics rushed in with a stretcher.