Thank you all for being so interested and wanting me to continue! It warms my heart. Here is another chapter :)

Cleo woke in a strange room in a strange bed, and she immediately started to panic. Then she screamed. She leapt out of the bed and pressed herself against the wall, still screaming.

"What's wrong?!" Booth shouted, crashing into her room. Her scream made him feel as though they were back over there when Shelley had been murdered. His whole body was on alert. His bursting into her room made her yell and shriek even louder. He finally saw her and her facial expression, the way she was clutching herself in a protective way.

"She's either having a flashback or a panic attack," Brennan said, hurrying in as well. She grabbed Booth's arm. "You'd better leave."

"What?"

"You're scaring her more. Just go to the other room," Brennan ordered, pushing him out. She was scared inside herself. She was not equipped to help a teenager having an experience like this.

"Cleo?" Brennan said, stepping in a little closer. Cleo shrank against the wall even further. "It's me, Dr. Brennan. I'm a friend. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Don't," Cleo said, shaking her head. Brennan stopped walking.

"Can you hear me?" she asked. Cleo nodded. "Okay. You're safe, Cleo. You're being protected by an FBI agent and myself. You are safe. This room is safe." She watched Cleo's eyes dart around before slowly beginning to become less glassy.

"No one is going to hurt you," Brennan went on. She wished Sweets was there. He would know what to do better than she did.

"I'm safe," Cleo repeated. She released the hold she had of herself slowly. "I'm safe."

"You're safe," Brennan echoed. Cleo eventually came back to the room and saw Brennan standing in the middle of it.

"That was so scary," she whispered.

"Are you all right now?" Brennan asked.

"I...I think so. You can tell Mr. Booth to come back now," Cleo said, nodding. Booth's head popped around the corner.

"You didn't leave," Brennan said accusingly.

"I got out of her sight. That's just as good. Besides, if you needed me, I was right here."

"I'm okay now," Cleo confirmed.

"What happened?" Booth asked.

"I don't really know. I woke up and was already scared."

"New surroundings," Brennan said, thinking. "It triggered the part of your brain affected by trauma."

"Okay, Sweets," Booth said, looking at her surprised.

"I suppose I have picked up more from him than I realized," Brennan admitted.

"Can I talk to him again?" Cleo asked, interrupting.

"Really?" Booth countered.

"Yes. He made me feel better."

"He will be thrilled. He asked if he could see you as a patient," Booth told her. Cleo's eyes brightened at this.

"Angela wants to know when you're meeting her," Brennan said, looking at her phone.

"We'll leave when Cleo is ready," Booth said. He tugged Brennan out of the room to give Cleo privacy. She followed him to the kitchen where he poured coffee into his to-go mug.

"That was intense," Brennan admitted, slumping on the bar stool a little.

"You were amazing," Booth told her, leaning his elbows on the countertop and looking at her. Brennan's eyes lingered on his lips a moment too long. She thought she saw something flicker in his eyes.

"I hope Sweets gives her some more tools to help her with that in the future," Brennan said, looking away.

"He will. Hey, you all right? I know we didn't get the chance to talk about your trip. Did it go well?"

"Better than anticipated. There was a moment where armed men tried to capture us, but I saved us."

"You...you what?!"

"Daisy swallowed her engagement ring. She didn't do anything to help really except strip to her undergarments."

"She...I'm confused," Booth said, scratching his head.

"It doesn't really matter. We are here safe and sound. Aside from this last mission, was your tour eventful?"

"I can't really tell you much about it. I met a reporter who I think wanted a one night stand, but I...couldn't," he finished carefully. Brennan's heart skipped a beat.

"Why not?"

"I'm just not a one night stand kind of guy," Booth said, looking at her intensely. He had seen her staring at his mouth. He wondered what it all meant.

"I'm ready," Cleo said, breaking into the moment. She looked between Booth and Brennan, a small smirk on her face.

"Okay. Let's go," Booth clapped his hands. He looked back at Brennan as they walked away. "See you later?"

"I'll be here after work," she promised.

"Great," he smiled. When they were gone, Brennan released the breath she had been holding. There was definitely something happening between them, but she felt unsure of how to bring it up to him. She was not good at this type of thing, especially when it was about him.

...

"I gotta admit, the whole Mr. Booth thing is weird for me," Booth said. "Just call me Booth."

"That's you're last name. I'm not calling you that," Cleo argued.

"It's what everyone calls me," he shot back.

"I'm not going to."

"Then what are you gonna call me?"

"Seeley. The way it should be."

"I really hate that name."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I just do."

"Well, it's Seeley or Mr. Booth. You pick," Cleo said, giving him a look. Booth sighed heavily.

"Seeley it is then," he agreed. Mr. Booth made him feel like an old man. It also reminded him too much of his father. As much as Seeley grated his ears, he'd live with it if it was helping her trust him.

...

"You can draw what I describe?" Cleo asked Angela, impressed. They were sitting in her office at the Jeffersonian. Booth wanted a less formal location so as to help Cleo feel relaxed.

"I can," Angela smiled.

"That's so cool!"

"It's pretty great," Angela admitted, laughing.

"It's helped us identify a lot of people," Booth chimed in. "You wanna go first?"

"Sure," Cleo nodded. She had this thing where she retained excellent memory of faces. She wasn't sure why or for what reason she was storing them in her mind, but they were there. Every single person who had hurt her. She had kept a small piece of information from Booth, and she was trying not to feel guilty about it. She didn't want to make him even more sick about her situation than he already was.

"Whenever you're ready," Angela encouraged, paper in front of her and pencil in hand. Cleo drew in a breath.

"He had a pointed chin," Cleo started. Angela started sketching immediately. "His cheekbones were high, and he had one dimple on his left side."

Booth was in awe at her memory. She'd only laid eyes on him once and for a very small amount of time. Even he hadn't had that much about the guy memorized.

"Keep going," Angela nodded.

"His lips were thin and turned up at the edges. His nose was also thin, but crooked, like he'd been punched there once. His eyes were average ovals, but he had a moon shaped scar in the corner of his right eye...kind of like his sunglasses left a dent there, but it's a blemish for sure." Angela was furiously drawing, and Booth was beginning to see their mystery man come to life on the paper.

"Sandy hair. Electric blue eyes that were cold and hard," Cleo said, her voice dropping. "A lot of hatred and anger in them."

"Are you sure you've only seen him once?" Booth prodded. Cleo turned to look at him.

"I have this thing with faces," she answered. "I only have to see them once, and I remember everything." Booth didn't say anything further because he already knew what she was implying. She remembered every single face of every person who had hurt her. His stomach twisted again.

"Is this him?" Angela asked, showing them her finished drawing.

"That's him," Booth and Cleo answered at the same time.

"Well done," Booth said to Cleo, who blushed.

"I'll scan and send to you so you can find him," Angela said, tidying up a little.

"Thanks, Ange," Booth smiled. It still marveled him, her talent. He stood to leave.

"Can I stay with Angela for a moment?" Cleo asked. "I want to look at her other pictures."

"Sure," Booth nodded. He stepped out of the room and walked down to where Hodgins had his face buried in a microscope.

"What's up, bug boy?" he asked.

"Just looking at some particulates that the FBI sent over from the Ambassador's house," Hodgins replied absently.

"And?"

"He must have had a lot of company," Hodgins said. He leaned back on his stool. "I've got dirt from a lot of different places."

"He was an Ambassador," Booth pointed out.

"It might help you find someone linked to the man from Afghanistan," Hodgins reasoned.

"That's what I'm shooting for," Booth said, tilting his head.

"I'm ready," Cleo said, finding him. Booth looked up to see Angela staring after them, an unreadable expression on her face. Cleo had possibly told her, Booth guessed. It was becoming a familiar look on most people's faces when they found out what that poor girl had been through.

"She's good, huh?" Booth asked, trying to keep it light.

"She's really good. I asked if she would help teach me to draw," Cleo answered.

"I'm sure she would."

"She said yes."

"That's great," Booth grinned. He caught sight of Cam then, and he got an idea.

"Hey," Cam said, stopping in front of them. "You must be Cleo."

"That's me," Cleo smiled.

"Cam, could Cleo stay here for a bit this afternoon? I gotta do some stuff at the office."

"Is it safe here?" Cleo asked, becoming stressed.

"It's very safe," Cam reassured her. "We have security and everything."

"And you'll be with Cam," Booth reminded her. "She used to be a police officer, and she was very good. I won't be long."

"I'd like to stay with you," Cleo said. Normally she hated being around men, but Booth was different. He didn't give her any bad vibes. He seemed sweet and genuine and harmless.

"You'd be stuck in a room alone for most of the day," Booth explained. "Here, you get to hang with Cam and Angela."

Cleo pondered this. Angela was really nice. Cam seemed okay. She knew Dr. Brennan worked here too. This would be an okay place to stay she supposed.

"I will stay," she confirmed. "But please don't be long."

"I'll hurry back," he promised.

"Wanna see something cool?" Cam asked Cleo as he walked away. He couldn't hear her response, but it sounded enthusiastic. He was going to find that man, and he didn't want her around when he did.

...

Brennan was going through files on her desk when her phone rang.

"You found him," she said, knowing it was Booth.

"Yea. I found him. His name is Jimmy Schultz. Bones, he's bad."

"Aren't they all bad when they murder someone?"

"No, no. He's really bad. This is really bad."

"Help me understand," she said, gripping the phone.

"Jimmy specializes in terrorism, Bones. He's on the most wanted list for using bombs, and he has succeeded in a few previous bombings before."

"Oh..."

"I'm sending you a link," Booth said. Brennan clicked open his email and clicked on the link. She had to stifle a gasp. The wreckage in front of her was devastating.

"Those poor people," she whispered.

"Yea, and it gets worse. Rumor has it that there is a red mercury bomb out there."

"What's that?"

"Basically it's a bomb that is completely undetectable and could be brought anywhere without us ever knowing it," Booth explained.

"He's looking for it," Brennan said, getting it.

"Yea, and I think the Ambassador knew where it was."

There was silence for a moment. Brennan could hear him breathing on the other end of the line.

"He was going to sell the information for money?" she asked.

"No, Bones. I think he already did, but he didn't get paid for it. Instead, he got murdered."

"So...where's the bomb?"

"I'm assuming Jimmy already has it or he is on his way to find it."

"Why did he want Cleo?"

"I don't know. That's the only thing that puzzles me about this whole thing. Why take a young girl when you're trying to bomb something?"

"I wish I could help. I don't know."

"I...I don't know either. I'm trying to figure this out. The only thing I can think is he wanted to...he...that Lavine told him about her and where she came from and was giving her to him as well as the information of the bomb."

"I find I really despise both these men," Brennan said.

"I do too. All right, I gotta get back into it. I'll see you later?"

"Yes."

Brennan hung up the phone feeling sick. An undetectable bomb? It definitely sounded like an act of terrorism to her. She hoped they could find this Jimmy before it was too late.

The Next Day

"And breathe out," Sweets directed. Cleo obeyed, her eyes still closed. "Okay, now slowly bring yourself back into the room." She didn't want to come back. The peace she was feeling was liberating. However, she knew she had to face reality again sometime.

"Wow," she said, opening her eyes finally.

"Not bad, huh?" Sweets asked, eyes twinkling. And she had been skeptical it would even help.

"It was really, really good. Can I do this at home?"

"Of course! It's meant to aid in de-stressing after a flashback or when you're experiencing anxiety or panic. I encourage you to keep practising and building up the skill."

"Thank you, Dr. Sweets," Cleo smiled.

"I think that's a good place to stop for today," Sweets said. She nodded. They had talked about a lot of stuff in that hour, and Cleo was feeling a touch lighter, but she knew there was so much more she had to work through.

"When should I come back?"

"How do you feel about four days from now?"

"I think that's good."

"Great. I'll pencil you in."

Booth knocked on the door then. Sweets gave a disgruntled sigh.

"Ready?" Booth asked, poking his head in.

"What did I tell you about interrupting a session?" Sweets asked, annoyed.

"It's past the hour. I figured you were finished."

"It's crucial that you do not disturb me when the sign 'In Session' is on the door," Sweets said, trying to control the urge to bite Booth's head off for his insensitivity.

"All right, chill out. It won't happen again," Booth said, holding up his hands. Cleo was smirking at this point, which made Booth also grin.

"Where to?" she asked as they left Sweets's office.

"I gotta stop by the Jeffersonian to meet Bones."

"Why do you call her that?" Cleo asked once they were driving. She was curious. She had meant to ask him earlier.

"She looks at bones all day," Booth shrugged. "It just fits."

"Well, you look at files all day. Should you be called Files?"

"That doesn't even make sense," Booth snorted. "And I don't just look at files..."

"By your logic, it does," she pointed out, cutting him off. It hit her then. "That's what I'll call you! Files."

"Oh don't..."

"Too late," she smirked again. "Fiiiiles."

"You sound ridiculous," Booth said.

"You saying Bones all the time sounds ridiculous too," she shrugged. "It'll grow on you, Files."

"Keep it between you and me," he warned.

"Files and Bones," she mused. "That sounds like some kind of crime fighting show." She could have sworn Booth's lips had twitched into a smile at this. They arrived to their destination before too long. Cleo was excited to see Angela again. Booth met Brennan in the hallway while Cleo went down to see Angela.

"See ya, Files," she called behind her. Booth winced.

"Files?" Brennan asked, confused.

"It's the hilarious nickname she's given me," he answered.

"Oh, I get it. You look at files, just like I look at bones. Why didn't I think of that?" she said, fighting the urge to laugh at the stupid look on Booth's face.

"Don't you start," he threatened, shaking his finger at her.

"But it really does suit you, Files," Brennan teased. She laughed and started to walk back to her office before he could catch her sleeve. He sighed roughly as he followed her. The only good thing about Cleo giving him a nickname was that it meant she was beginning to be comfortable around him, so that was a win. He'd just have to deal with it.

I borrowed the red mercury bomb idea from the film Red 2. I have a super intense chapter coming up next. I hope you're ready for it!