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Booth mainly kept his eyes trained on the pavement as it sped underneath the car's tires, occasionally looking over to watch the paler than normal agent beside him sleeping, her head resting against the window. A paramedic had just gotten done stitching her back up when Broyles and Cullen had come marching into the house with a few more agents, demanding the he pack everything that belonged to him and meet them outside as soon as possible, they were being moved. A paramedic had kept Olivia sitting while one of the agents collected her belongings and unceremoniously tossed it all into a bag before throwing it into the trunk of the car. Not much was said, just that they were being moved to another safe house, this one in Lynn Massachusetts. It wasn't far away, but far enough that they should be safe there. Booth wanted to point out that they were supposed to be safe at this place too but shut his mouth when he realized that they were probably seen when Olivia had decided to sneak out to see Peter. He wasn't going to blame her for this though, he would have done the same, hell he did do the same. He hadn't of had to go after her and he knew damn well what she was up to. There was no guarantee that she was the one that had been spotted, for all he knew it could have been him that sent the sniper there way. So he had just opted to stay quiet, though he had an eerie feeling that Broyles and Cullen somehow knew about their late night adventure from safety.

"Olivia, wake up." He said gently shaking her awake once the car stopped outside the new safe house.

"What?" She blearily asked, rubbing her eyes and wincing when she stretched too far, stressing her fresh stitches.

"We're here." He explained, getting out of the car. Grabbing both his and her stuff out of the trunk, he started lugging it all into the considerably smaller safe house, if they ever felt like they were crowded in the last one; this one would be like hell.

Olivia pushed her door open and stepped out onto the considerably vacant road, already desiring more civilization but knowing that she had brought this on herself. If she hadn't of snuck out…

"You need to get inside now." One of the agents said, ushering her inside. She sent the small man a half hearted glare not wanting to be pushed back inside the confines of a house but knowing that he was just doing his job. She looked around as she walked into the tiny house, its first floor consisting of the smallest kitchen she had ever seen, looking more like a walk in closet than a kitchen, there was one room off to it that held two beat up arm chairs and a tiny TV that might have been new when Walter was a child. There was one door leading off of that where she could see a toilet and a very small walk in shower. At the side of the living area was a set of very old stairs that looked like they were built by a blind lumberjack with a strong like for chainsaws, each step being a different size than the first.

"What the hell?" She could hear Booth's voice travel down the stairs.

"What?" She called up to him.

"Come up here and see." He remarked.

She sighed a little annoyed at his form of an answer, and carefully made her way up the stairs only to find that the upstairs consisted of just one room…And had just one considerably small bed! There was also just one bureau off to the side that had more holes in it than Swiss cheese.

"You have got to be kidding me." She muttered. "For one thing, this place makes Walter's lab look welcoming and safe, and two, that bed looks like it will collapse if any pressure is put on it, not to mention two people."

"I would say I would take the couch, but there isn't one and those chairs will probably turn to dust if either of us tries to sit in them." Booth explained, not liking the idea of having to even attempt to sleep on that bed not to mention having to share it with the other agent.

"The floor doesn't look promising either." Olivia admitted, looking at the floor and noticing that she could see parts of the first floor through it. "I think we can handle this though."

"Yes. I'm sure we can. How are you feeling?" He asked wanting to change the subject from their sleeping arrangement.

"Fine, though I'm not sure how fine I would be if you hadn't of noticed that sniper…How did you notice him?" She asked curiously. She had no clue that anyone was aiming at her, so how did he?

"When I was in the army, it was pretty important for me to know when another sniper was around. I could just sense him." He shrugged not missing the shocked look on her face.

"You were a sniper?"

"Yeah, not something I'm that proud of." He explained. "I helped to keep my country safe, but killing wasn't what I had in mind when I enlisted."

"I was a prosecutor in the marines. Made a lot of enemies that way, including someone that I ended up working with for a while, he pretty much became my boss which was uncomfortable to say the least." She explained. "And you may not be very proud of being a sniper, but if you hadn't of been, then I would probably be dead now, so thank you."

"You're welcome."Booth smiled a little. "Come on, we might as well try and make this place livable."

Olivia agreed and grabbed her things from him before they both started unpacking there things.

Peter walked through the silent graveyard and over to the stone that held her name. The stone may have read her name along with date of birth and death, but the note he still had in his pocket made his heart and mind wonder, what if? What if she wasn't dead? Why would the observer of all people give Brennan a note to give to him stating she was alive if she wasn't? There was no one else that he knew that had died recently so it must mean Olivia. But if she was alive, then where was she? Why hadn't he been informed that she was alive? Would she really keep something like that from him? Would she fake her own death like Brennan had said that Booth had? Booth, if Olivia was alive, was he? Were they together? The thought making him visibly flinch, but was in its own way slightly and oddly reassuring. At least that way if she was alive and hurt, she wouldn't be alone. He never wanted her to be alone or to feel that way so having Booth around wouldn't be such a bad idea, right? A part of his heart kept telling him that she was dead and that none of these speculations mattered, yet part of him just couldn't let go…What if?