Sorry for the delay in updating. I'm in my finals week for college(i go year round) and have been focusing more on that.

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It took less than a day for them to realize that everyone living together under the same roof wasn't going to be easy, not even in a house the size of the one they were currently stuck in. Though the place was massive to say the least, it did very little in keeping them apart from each other. There were so many twisting hallways and doors that you could go up to the second floor, open a door and end up back on the first. There had been several times just in the past hour where Walter had burst through a doorway which resulted in someone getting smacked with said door. Peter and Astrid were both walking around with rather impressive bruises to show. Olivia had opted to stay away from any room that had a door and had consequently been grounded to the main level where every room was connected by an archway. Bones had also decided to avoid them, only trusting that a door wouldn't fly out at her, by tapping it with the end of a broom handle. And in the rare moments where Walter wasn't maiming anyone, he was taking up one of the bathrooms for a bath that was likely to last anywhere from 1-5 hours, depending on his mood. Why a house this size only had two bathrooms, Booth would never understand.

And if the doorways and bathrooms weren't an issue, Peter was still giving him the cold shoulder which was mimicked in full by Bones who was also refusing to say anything to him that exceeded more than three words at a time. Now Peter he could completely understand, his gorgeous partner, whom he was in love with, was caught standing awfully close to another man. But Bones, why was she ignoring him? Yeah she was more than likely pissed off at him but at least she would talk to him the last time he did this. Olivia also seemed a little off around him now after being caught by Peter. Though it wasn't really like they were doing anything bad or inappropriate, nor would he ever. Olivia had to be at least 4 years younger than him, and though she was more of an annoyance at first, she had come to be like a kid sister to him. He felt compelled to care for her and if teaching her to cook that morning was what she needed, then he was sure as hell going to do it. And if that bothered Peter, than he just had to man up and admit it, and just tell the girl he loved her for Christ sake.

Rubbing his hands over his tired eyes, he sighed heavily and looked around his new bedroom. Each room looked almost exactly the same and was actually rather dull for such an expensive house. The walls were an off white and the floors were a light tan. Each room had a bureau, closet, large four poster bed with red sheets, a glass coffee table, a desk and a book case. As for the rest of the house, there were hardly any pictures on the walls, just one television which was down stairs, something that hadn't been turned on since no one could agree on one channel and dozens of old, rather thick books. Bones and Peter had immersed themselves in said books; Walter spent most of his time in the bathroom taking his marathon tubs, Astrid could be seen writing in a journal almost constantly, Olivia would mainly just curl up in a chair and stare off into space while he, Booth, would try and strike up a conversation with someone, anyone, and almost always get shot down.

"Come on guys there has to be something that we can all do." He groaned, getting everyone's attention, if only for a moment.

"I like monopoly." Walter stated coming out of the bathroom.

"Does this place even have any games?" Astrid asked closing her notebook.

"Probably in a cupboard." Olivia shrugged.

"Easier said than done." Peter stated, waving his hand around, indicating the numerous cupboards that ranged in size from tiny to big enough to fit them all in comfortably.

"Well if we split up we should be able to find something." Brennan hypothesized.

"It's better than just sitting around." Astrid agreed.

"As long as Walter stays away from doors." Peter pointed out, rubbing his bruised nose.

"I said I was sorry."

"Fine, well there are six of us so how about Walter and Astrid look down here, Peter and Olivia head up to the second floor and Bones and I will go to the third? If no one finds anything then we head to the basement, fourth floor and attic?" Booth asked getting slow and somewhat reluctant nods from everyone. "Alright, let's go then."

Everybody got up from their respective spots and started their searches. He watched Walter practically skip through the first floor, Astrid following closely behind him like a worried mother making him wonder just how much experience she had with dealing with the slightly insane man. He and Bones then passed Peter and Olivia who had started opening doors, virtually ignoring each other.

"So Bones how do you like the house?" He asked trying to get her into conversation.

"It's fine."

"How about the people that we are here with, working with?"

"They're fine."

"Come on Bones; give me something other than two words." He whined.

"What do you want me to say booth?" She snapped. "That I'm angry with you, that I feel betrayed? Because I am and I do, okay?"

"Bones, you know I wouldn't have done this again, I wouldn't have done this the first time if I had a say in it. Cullen is the one that decided to have this happen after I got hurt. Do you really think I wanted to be considered dead again? I know what it did to you, to Becca and to Parker. Hell my son still thinks I'm dead!"

"Booth I'm…"

"No Bones. You can be angry with me all you want, but you're not the only one that got hurt by this." He stated angrily and left quickly no longer very interested in doing much of anything.

FIGHT~FIGHT~FIGHT~FIGHT

"Where do you think someone would put games?" Olivia asked after having opened what must have been the twentieth cupboard to find it void of games.

All she got in response was a shrug and grunt of disinterest.

"Okay what is wrong with you?" She demanded, feeling anger bubble up.

"Nothing." He stated, opening another cupboard.

"Then why are you being an ass?"

"I'm not."

"Yeah sure, because ignoring me and giving me the cold shoulder for presumably no reason at all is normal, nice behavior for you." She stormed.

"Damn it Olivia!" He yelled. "I held you in my arms as you bled out and was told that you had died! For weeks I thought you were dead only to find out that you are alive and recovering! I went to your fucking funeral for Christ sakes! And now here you are standing in front of me wondering why I'm angry! While I was trying to get over your death you were off in some safe house doing god knows what with some muscled agent! You have no fucking clue what it's like to think that the person you're…You have no idea."

"Do you think I wanted this Peter? I got shot and wasn't allowed to tell anyone that I survived! Rachel, Ella, Walter, Astrid, you, as far as Broyles cared, you didn't need to know that I survived! My sister and my niece still think I'm dead! They both went through hell when I was in the car accident, I can't even begin to imagine what they are going through now! I wanted you to know! Broyles wouldn't allow it, it was to keep everyone safe and look at how well that worked!" Olivia yelled at him.

"I'm sorry."

"You know what Peter? I really don't care if you're sorry or not. I'm going back down stairs." She declared, spinning around quickly and storming through the house getting curious looks from Walter and Astrid who had managed to wrangle up some games and was pointedly ignored by Booth and Brennan who were both in separate parts of the living room, refusing to look at each other. She settled back into her chair and resumed her day dreaming while everyone else went back to doing what they had originally, with the exception of Walter and Astrid who sat down to a game of battle ship, their voices the only sound in the otherwise silent house.