We apologize for the cliffhanger! Here is the next chapter. Only one more to go! Warning: this chapter contains a touch of violence.

Brennan ran hard. She had no idea where Louis would even go. Imagining him lost in this city was excruciatingly painful. She had to find him. She would never forgive herself if something happened to him.

"LOUIS!" she practically screamed. Why would he run? What had Hannah done to him? Louis wouldn't just run away for no reason. Brennan was frightened. What if the person who murdered his kidnappers was here? What if Louis saw him? Was that why he ran away? She couldn't let him get hurt. She wouldn't. Louis was her son. She had never known that she could ever feel this way, and she let it fuel her as she ran on. No one would ever hurt him on her watch. No one.

Booth knew he'd lost her. He spun around, looking wildly for her and trying to listen for her voice. There was nothing. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what man was watching Louis or why. He needed answers from Hannah, and he was going to get them. He made that decision. In order to help Brennan, he needed to know what or who he was dealing with. He raced back to his SUV. He knew Brennan would need extra help, so he made a phone call as he sped off.

"Booth, what a pleasant surprise," Max's voice said on speaker.

"No time for that," Booth cut him off. "Look, Louis ran away from the park today. Brennan is out looking for him. You gotta help her."

"What are you doing?" Max asked. "Don't you specialize in this sort of thing?"

"I'm going to find out who is after Louis," Booth answered. "Just go help her, Max."

"Of course I will," Max spluttered indignantly. "I'm her father." He hung up abruptly. Booth sped on.

Louis found an abandoned alleyway and hid amongst some trash cans. His heart was racing, and his head was pounding. His vision was blurring a little too. He had never run that fast before. He knew he'd lost Jerry after a bit because he expertly weaved in and out of stores and alleyways. He saw that on TV once. Now all he needed to do was wait until it was dark before trying to find a way back to his Mama. He knew she must be worried sick. He wished he could tell her he was all right. He started to cry. Why was Jerry after him? How was he even alive? Louis thought back to Maluku where his mother told him to run, and then they were killed. He hadn't seen who had done it, but now he was thinking it was Jerry. Then Temperance had found him hiding in the brush. She had saved him, he knew it. He wished he had gotten the chance to tell her that.

Jerry cursed as he lost sight of the boy. Then a police officer stopped him and started asking him questions about why he was running. Was he in danger?

"No. Everything's fine," Jerry assured the officer. The boy was long gone now. Jerry wanted to kill the officer for interfering, but he let it go. He turned away, seething. He was going to find that boy, and he knew how he was gonna do it. There was a certain blonde who owed him this, and he was going to get was his.

Hannah was throwing things in her bag when the door came flying off it's hinges. She whirled around, wielding a bat she'd found in Booth's closet.

"You little bitch!" Jerry shouted, lunging. She got one crack at him before he slammed her to the ground, the bat skittering away out of reach. Hannah fought back furiously. She was not going to die this way. She kneed him hard in the groin, making him grunt in pain. She managed to get out from under him and tried to run out the apartment. Her leg let go on her, still not completely healed from her surgery, and she fell again. It had flared up again when her ankle and leg had twisted earlier, and she cursed the guy who had shot her previously and making her like this now. Jerry was on top of her back now, slamming her face into the ground.

"You lost him! I'll kill you!" he screamed. "You and your sister and her family!" She reached for her phone, but it skidded away. Booth. She needed Booth. Why hadn't she stayed with him?! She let out a scream just before everything went black.

Booth saw the door before anything, and he pulled out his gun. His heart was racing. This did not look good at all. He wanted to call out her name, but he knew better. The perp might still be inside. He swung around the corner, searching. His apartment was empty save for Hannah lying on a heap on the ground.

"Hannah!" he cried, dropping to his knees and picking her up into his arms. Her face was bleeding. Her shirt was torn. She was unconscious and covered with bruises. He called EMS immediately. His voice was shaking. Within moments, he was surrounded by paramedics as they had been close by on another call. He watched helplessly as they checked her vitals before loading her onto the stretcher. He followed them out the door and down onto the street. He got into the ambulance with them and held Hannah's hand as they sped along to the hospital. Everything felt like a blur. He wanted to hurt the person who did this to Hannah. As soon as he knew she was going to be stable and sleeping, he was going on a manhunt.

"I will find whoever did this to you," he whispered into her ear. "I promise."

Brennan was on the verge of tears. She was back at her apartment, hoping that Louis would be there. He wasn't. She was reaching for her phone to call the police when her father suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Dad!" she cried. "What are you doing here?"

"Booth called," he answered. "Have you found Louis?"

"No. I don't know where he is. I thought maybe he'd be here, but he's not. Dad, I don't know where to look," she cried.

"Come on," Max said, taking her hand. "We'll find him."

It was almost dark now. Louis started to walk again. He heard sirens in the distance, and he shivered. He felt afraid. He wanted his Mama. He wanted to be back home. Not here in D.C. but in Paris. He missed home. He had vague memories of there, but they were strong enough to stay in his mind. There was the tree in the backyard with the swing he remembered. It was his favorite place. He couldn't remember who was pushing him on it, but he remembered laughing and feeling happy. Louis didn't see the woman until he was right upon her.

"Are you lost?" she asked, looking at him sympathetically.

"I am," he nodded.

"Oh, you poor dear!" she cried. "Where do you live?"

"I don't remember," Louis said truthfully. He wished he'd paid more attention to the address. Then he remembered something else. He looked up at her.

"The Royal Diner," he said. "Can you help me get there? My Mama works there." A small lie, but he didn't want her to call the police. He didn't want to make a big deal out of this and upset his Mama.

"Yes!" she said., smiling broadly. "I know where that is. Come on!" He took her outstretched hand, and they headed towards the diner.

Caroline was sipping her coffee when she saw a boy with a woman come inside. Caroline set down her cup. She recognized that boy. Louis looked over at her, and she knew it was him for sure. She pulled out her phone.

"Dr. Brennan? I found him. Yes, he's at the Royal Diner. I'll get him something to eat," she promised before hanging up. She stood and went over to the woman.

"Excuse me," she said, interrupting. "Louis?"

"Yea?" Louis asked, confused. Who was this woman?

"I'm a friend of your mother's. I'm Caroline Julian. I just called her, and she's on her way," Caroline explained. Louis' eyes lit up. Then he started to cry. The woman, seeing that Louis was taken care of, left as she had other places to be.

"She's really coming?" he asked tearfully.

"Yes, dear. She's coming. Now, let's get you some dinner huh?" Caroline said, steering him to her booth where she flagged down a waitress and ordered him a hamburger. Louis devoured it.

"Thank you Ms. Julian," Louis said, wiping the ketchup from his chin. Caroline handed him a napkin.

"You can call me Auntie Caroline, sweetness," she replied. Louis chattered about school and Paris a little bit while they waited. Caroline loved this little boy already. Before long, Brennan and Max burst into the diner.

"Louis!" Brennan cried.

"Mama!" Louis cried back. She rushed over, and he threw his arms around her.

"Now that's a happy ending I like to see," Caroline noted. Max patted her shoulder.

"Thanks for looking after him," he said.

"Are you all right?" Brennan asked Louis. He nodded through his tears.

"I wanna go home," he whimpered.

"Okay," she said, squeezing him tightly. "Let's go home."

The doctors told Booth that Hannah was lucky to be alive. He had sat with her for a while to make sure she was going to be okay before going to work. He had felt torn between waiting for her to wake up and finding out what was going on. He eventually decided on the latter since this guy was still loose. He called a fellow agent from the FBI to come and stand guard, and when he arrived, Booth left. He went to Hannah's office and searched her desk. He found a missing child ad tucked in her top drawer. He stared at it. This Jerry Pasquel guy was looking for Louis. He wished Hannah could talk to him right now. Then he had an idea. He went out to find one of her coworkers. Even though it was seven thirty, there were still people working.

"Hey," he said, catching one. "Can you tell me if Hannah was talking to a man named Jerry yesterday?"

"Sorry," the woman replied. "I have no idea."

"Thanks," Booth said as she kept walking. He felt frustrated. Three other staff members didn't know either. Had Hannah been doing it in secret? He decided to go back to his office and look this guy up. He hoped the guy was stupid enough to use his real name. It seemed French. He was going to get some answers.

Max didn't say a word as they drove back to Brennan's apartment. Louis was still sniffling while she held him in the backseat.

"I wanna go home," he said again.

"We are going home," she answered.

"No. Not that home. Home," he said. Brennan was confused. What was he talking about?

"Maluku?" she asked. An odd place to call home, but he was there for three years so maybe.

"No. Paris," he replied. Well, that made more sense to her.

"Why do you want to go there?" she questioned.

"Cos I miss it. I wanna go home," he repeated. He buried his head into her arm. Brennan held him close. She didn't know what to say. She hated seeing her son so upset. She sat in silence for the rest of the ride. She would do anything for Louis. Maybe going to Paris wasn't such a crazy idea.

"Jerry was here," Louis said suddenly. "He was at the park. That's why I ran away."

"I thought your uncle Jerry was dead?" Brennan asked.

"I thought so too," Louis whispered. He looked up at her.

"Why would he want to hurt you?" she asked.

"I don't know. Mama, he's a bad man."

"I won't let him hurt you. I promise," Brennan told him. And she wouldn't. They got to her apartment and headed up the stairs.

"What are you thinking?" Max said as Louis went in ahead of her and ran to the bathroom. Brennan didn't answer him and went to her room. She pulled out her phone.

"Ange?"

"Yea?"

"Do you still have your condo in Paris?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Louis wants to go home, and I want to take him there. Can l use it?"

"Of course! Why so sudden? Is everything all right?" Angela asked, worried.

"Everything is fine," Brennan lied. "Can I come get the key right now?"

"Okay, now I know you're lying," Angela said. "Why do you need the key right now? It's eight at night!"

"I'll explain when I get there," Brennan answered, lowering her voice.

"You better," Angela said, hanging up. Brennan grabbed a suitcase and started throwing stuff into it. Jerry was NOT going to hurt her Louis.

"Louis, pack a bag," Brennan said, going into his room. "We're going to Paris."

"Really? Now?"

"Yes."

Louis scrambled. He picked things he wanted to take that he deemed important. Within moments, they were heading back out the door.

"Tempe!" Max called after them. Brennan ignored him and helped Louis get into the car. Then she popped the trunk and started putting the bags in.

"What are you doing?" he asked, watching.

"I'm taking Louis to Paris," Brennan answered. "He's not safe here."

"You're crazy," Max said as she finished packing the car. "Honey, you can't do this."

"Well guess what, I wished for my whole life that you had taken me with you when you knew I could be in danger, so that's what I'm doing now," she snapped.

"Yes, but, you don't know if he's in danger for sure," Max tried.

"Yes, I do. Call it instinct, but I know it's coming," she told him. "Excuse me." She got into the driver's seat and buckled up.

"I wanted to bring you, remember?" Max said. "It was your mother who said no. She figured you were safer where you were."

"I can't be mad at her. She's dead. You aren't," Brennan retorted.

"You are very much like her, you know," Max said.

"Good to know," Brennan responded. She threw the car in gear and went to pull away. Then he made his decision.

"DAD!" she screamed when he launched himself onto the hood.

"I'm coming with you!" he shouted back through the windshield.

"What?"

"I'm coming too!" he yelled. He slid off and opened the passenger door, getting in. "You say I abandoned you then, well, I'm not abandoning you now. Let's go."

"Dad..."

"Don't 'Dad' me. I'm coming. Drive," he ordered. Brennan looked at him, feeling grateful that he did care about her after all. She let off the brake and floored it.

Angela opened the door to see Brennan standing there.

"Hi," Brennan said.

"What's going on?" Angela asked.

"I think there's someone after Louis. I'm going to Paris to escape," Brennan answered. Angela looked shocked.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? Does Booth know? He could help..."

"No. I'm leaving him out of this. Dad is coming with me. That's protection enough."

"I really think..."

"No, Ange," Brennan cut her off. "Please. Give me your key." Angela hesitated for a moment before handing it over.

"Be safe, Brennan," she said. "If you need help, look up my friend Francine in Paris. She will help you."

"I will," Brennan promised. She hugged her friend tightly before turning to go back to her car. Angela stood in the doorway feeling suddenly afraid for her best friend.

Booth was staring at his computer screen. He had been sitting there for hours researching. In the end, he didn't find a Jerry Pasquel, but he did find a Gerry Francis, and Booth's gut told him it was the same guy. He was wanted by the French Police for murder. He had printed off the picture and took it to Parker. Rebecca had been a little reluctant to let him see Parker so late at night (it was almost 9:30 now), but Booth explained it was urgent, so she agreed.

"Hey, bud," Booth said. "Can you tell me if this was the guy from the park?" He showed Parker the picture.

"Yea, that's him," Parker agreed. "Is he a bad man? Is Louis okay?"

"I'm gonna find out, okay? Get back to bed," Booth said, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

"Everything all right?" Rebecca asked.

"It will be," Booth answered. Now that he knew who he was looking for, things were going to get settled.

Duh, duh, duuhh! The grand finale will be posted soon as we don't want to keep you waiting too long!