A/N: Dont own any part of Bones or Fox.

He was pushing his food around on the plate lost in thought. They went through the normal procedures for a case. ID: Michael Longeria. Age: 41. Cause of death: Multiple stab wounds through vital organs and the eyes for good measure. Occupation: Journalist for the D.C Post. That last detail struck close to him. He moved his focus from the plate to the woman sitting to his side. Her hair shone in the light and her eyes glittered with a promise. Her mouth curved perfectly. He felt his stomach do some kind of circus act. He didn't know what the hell was going on anymore. He still felt some attraction to his partner. He sighed, the heaviness settled on his soul.

"You okay?" Hannah asked as she speared a carrot with her fork. He put down his and sat back.

"It's this new case. Victim was a journalist." She looked sympathetically at him. "I don't know it just has me worried about you." She laid her hand on his. A moment passed between them.

"What was his name?" Booth shifted.

"You know I ca-"

"I'm good at keeping promises Seeley."

"Michael Longeria." Her mouth tightened into a thin grimace. She blinked once. Then again.

"Longeria as in L-O-N-G-E-R-I-A?" He nodded. She was the one that shifted this time.

"Do you know of him?" She cast her gaze at an invisible spot on her shirt. She took her hand off of his to "wipe" it away.

"Vaguely." That was the last word they spoke during dinner.

The next morning Booth was getting ready for work. Hannah was at her computer typing furiously. She was very quiet after dinner the night before. She engaged in meaningless conversation but it felt strained. He even tried to massage her shoulders but she turned it down. This morning she spoke very little.

"Hannah. I'm going now." She glanced from the screen for a split second to look at him then turned back to the screen.

"Kay bye. Have a good day." She said not really engaged. He walked over to kiss her but she slammed the laptop shut and drew back. He looked genuinely hurt. She saw the pain cross his face. "I'm sorry, I'm just really in a good flow I don't want to ruin it by having sex then being all clouded." She smiled suggestively. She drew him close with his tie and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Go save the world." She said in a sultry voice. He pecked her on the forehead and he left. Before he closed the door he took one last look at her and she smiled broadly. After he heard the lock her smiled was immediately replaced with anger. She whipped open her laptop again and started pounding on the keys. She ripped her cell phone out of a bag and punched a number in.

"We have a serious problem." She started before the other person could speak. "They found him. I don't know how but they did." Dead air passed between the two parties. Finally the other man spoke. "Well, I'll do what I can. He's a stickler for the rules, especially with FBI disgression." Chatter. "Yeah, well I'll update you ASAP." And she clicked off. A few seconds later her phone vibrated. Caller ID was Booth. She restrained rolling her eyes and answered with a pleasant "Hello." instead.

"Hey honey, on the table in the kitchen there's a paper that has an address could you just read it to me?" She got up and walked into the kitchen. The name said 'Marilyn Longeria: Sister'. Hannah's eyes gleamed with new interest.

"Ok the address is 134 Oak Street." She could hear him on the other end writing the information down.

"Thank you honey, I'll see you later. Love you."

"Love you too." He hung up. She took the piece of paper and sat down. After debating for a few long minutes she called the number again.

"I have some information about the case." She gave him the address. After recieving lots of praise she hung up.

"Bones, I'm going to talk to the victim's sister wanna tag along?" He asked her after he got off the phone. Brennan was already out of her lab coat and at his side.

"Ready." She told him. On the platform Cam and Hodgins were debating over an experiment. Just a typical day. They went out to Booth's truck.

"Learn anything interesting on your end yet?" Booth asked. Brennan turned her head from the window.

"He was stabbed with a fountain pen. What about you."

"He was working on something big, but I'm not sure what, that's why I'm hoping his sister has some answers." Silence filled the air. After a few minutes Booth said, "She's acting weird."

"Who, the victim's sister?"

"Hannah." Brennan resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Yeah she was happy for her partner but did the love of his life have to be, well, someone other than herself. She knew she blew her chance, and after that horribly awkward breakdown where she confessed her love she decided she was going to win him back, if it was the last thing she did.

"Well, what did she do."

"She's not really talking and she's acting weird, and very jumpy." That sounds promising, she thought.

"Well, I'm not really the one to talk about this to Booth." hoping to change the subject.

"Of course you're my partner and-" He cut off, the memory of what happened a few weeks ago crossing both of them. "I'm sure it'll work out." he ended lamely. He didn't want to hurt her and he realized the stupidity of bringing up his girlfriend. "I'm sorry." he added quietly. They looked at each other, and he saw pain in her eyes. It broke his heart. He cleared his throat and went onwards. "So about that fountain pen..." He was about to ask more about the murder weapon when his radio started going off.

"Dispatch to 22705." Called dispatch.

"22705" answered Booth.

"22705 you're headed to 134 Oak Street."

"Copy."

"22705 we got report that a bomb just went off there." Brennan and Booth looked at each other.

"Dispatch anything else with that report?" He asked after a few seconds.

"Casualties were reported. One Marilyn Longeria and One John Connar." Booth muttered a few explicits. "Bomb squad and crime scene technicians are at the scene."

"Dr. Brennan is on route to the scene with me I'm bringing in the Jeffersonian dispatch over and out." He hung up his radio. "FUCK!" He yelled and hit the steering wheel. He clutched it until his knuckles turned white. "My lead just got blown up. SHIT." Brennan cringed slightly. It was a little terrifying when Booth got angry. She pulled out her phone and dialed the lab.

"Saroyan." Cam answered. Brennan hit speaker and allowed Booth to talk.

"Cam can you get the squints suited up and send them on their merry way to 134 Oak Street."

"Yeah no problem. What's up though." Booth's hands tightened on the wheel.

"Someone blew up Booth's lead." Brennan answered. Dead air passed between the lab and the truck.

"O-k, I'll pass it on." and she hung up. The rest of the ride to the scene was in silence.