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Brennan was a whirlwind of emotions inside and it took a lot of effort for them not to be reflected on her face. Lucky for her Peter was very distracted with the news of his partner being alive and Walter had never given her more than a passing glance.

Booth was alive.

Booth is alive! She was going to kill him when she saw him again. Anger washed over her but then her stomach dropped and she felt her heart stutter. She missed him so much and knowing he was alive just made the ache even stronger. She needed to see him now more than ever.

"Agent Broyles, are we going to go see them now?" She asked, stealing the agent's attention from the phone, but he only shook his head for an answer and kept talking on the phone. Brennan frowned at him and felt the storm in her brewing up to epic proportions. Snatching his phone from him, she shut it and handed it back to him. "We're going to see Booth, and if you don't take me to him right now I start searching on my own and I know that will ruin this case." She glared daggers at Broyles and she watched as he turned to a dangerous looking man that most people would run from, but she wasn't most people.

Brennan could feel the shocked glances she was getting from Peter and Walter.

"I agree. Take us to them now." Peter said, stepping up beside her to face Broyles. After a minute of silence where everyone just glared, Broyles sighed and looked like he wanted to roll his eyes at them.

"We can't; not until tomorrow." Broyles said.

"Why-" She started but the agent cut her off.

"Because arrangements need to be made, but you should know that drawing attention to their safe house will only put them back in danger." Broyles said, glancing between the two. Brennan almost squirmed under his stare, as if he were already accusing her of getting her partner killed because they weren't solving the case fast enough.

"How is she?" Peter asked from beside her. His voice was almost tentative but he kept his voice steady.

Broyles sighed almost sadly. "She's healing, but she's got to stop trying to do everything and stay still long enough to finish healing."

Peter almost choked on a laugh. "Yeah, that sounds like her alright."

"And Booth?" Brennan couldn't stop herself from asking.

"He's fine, Dr. Brennan. Just restless." Broyles answered. "Dr. Brennan, both Director Cullen and I agree that you should stay with the Bishop's tonight. For now, we cannot guarantee your safety if you remain at the hotel. It's only a temporary situation and we'll be reevaluating it again tomorrow before we meet up with Dunham and Booth."

Brennan grudgingly agreed.

"Good. Agents Michaels and Harrington will escort you to your hotel to collect your things but from there you, Peter, and Walter are only allowed from the lab to the Bishop residence and with an escort. Do I make myself clear?" Broyles said, looking like he was daring one of them to argue but Brennan surmised it was probably useless.

*Later that Night*

Brennan was shuffling through site pictures, trying to get a new angle of how the body was disposed, hoping it would give her insight to who he was and how he got to be there, but her mind kept constantly wondering to Booth and what he was doing. She'd seen a picture of agent Dunham and she was clearly his type; blonde, smart, and very pretty. She wanted to ask Peter if she was seeing anyone, but there was no easy way to go about it without him making assumptions. Peter fixed that for her though.

"So, this Booth guy… are you two an item?" He asked cautiously, only meeting her eyes at first but then looking away as if embarrassed.

"An item? Like a clock or shoe?" Brennan asked, clearly confused. He gave her a bewildered look before shaking his head.

"Like a romantic relationship." He deadpanned.

"Oh… oh! Uhhh, no. We're partners and best friends, anything more would just be…" She paused looking for the right word. "Inappropriate. Why are you interested in me?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No! I mean… no. You're ummm, beautiful and all, but you're not my type." Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck in what looked like a nervous gesture.

"Let me guess, blonde, witty, and beautiful?" Brennan said with a touch of sarcasm; Booth would've been proud. Peter blushed a bit and almost looked sheepish.

"How'd you guess?" He quipped back dryly.

Brennan sighed and returned to her pictures. "Because that's Booth's type as well." She couldn't hide the hint of sadness in her voice and demeanor. When she didn't get any response at all she looked up to see Peter pale as a sheet and looking rather defeated.

"Booth's her type as well. All good guy, tough, and built like some human Adonis." Peter said and she watched as he fisted his hands at his side. She didn't have to ask who 'she' was.

Brennan felt her chest ache at the thought of Booth and the blonde agent getting cozy in their shared house; spending hours chatting over coffee and eating pie. She probably even liked pie and steak. She swallowed down the panic that was rising in her. These thoughts were irrational at best and would do her no good. She needed to focus on the case so she and Booth could return to being partners and putting away the bad guys. So what if he became romantically interested in this other agent. She had told him that he should move on from her because she wasn't going to ever be the type of woman who could love him as much he claimed to love her.

When she looked up, Peter was sitting across from her staring intently at the picture his father had given him earlier. She'd seen a similar look in Booth's eyes when he looked at her and her mind leapt to a conclusion that she could make only because of Booth.

"You love her." Her voice was soft and tentative. His head shot up and he stared at her in shock.

"It's funny, but we've been partners for over a year now and she's never noticed but you and I have spent two weeks together and you've figured it out. She's a detective! And she never saw." His voice, at first mocking was now sad. "I'm just glad she's alive."

Brennan wasn't sure what to say. She was sure Angela or Booth would know what to say or do in this situation, but she had no idea. Offer up a piece of yourself. That sage old advice from five and a half years ago.

"I too have feelings for my partner," she admitted and once she'd said it aloud she knew it for the truth. "But it doesn't matter." Brennan left it at that. She stood and without another word and made her way up to the spare bedroom that she had left her bag in. After mindlessly going through her evening routine Brennan climbed into the single bed and curled into a ball, hugging the blanket close to her body and she let herself think of Booth and the moments they'd shared.

All the guy hugs, the tokens that said he understood her – Jasper, Brainy and even the Christmas tree even though she'd tried her hardest to forget Christmas all together. She ached all over to see him and to receive one more of his guy hugs. Then she thought of his kisses and felt herself melt into the bed and her blood rush faster through her body. There was no denying she wanted Booth and that he was an important person in her life, but she couldn't change.

She just couldn't.