Greetings from Maine!

I had a few minutes and thought I would rewards my followers with a new chapter! I have several more in the can and will attempt to post another if I have time.

PS: Watched Monday's Bones and was glad Angela wasn't a witch, but I am sure that will change.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones but would love to rent Booth once a week...or two or three.

4:00 AM

An annoyed Booth pulled into the Jeffersonian employee garage. For the last hour, his goal to find Bones was impeded starting after he stopped at the store to pick up something for her. First, it was a car accident on Wisconsin Avenue. When he finally got past that, a torrential downpour came that slowed him down further.

When he got out of the Jeep, he took off in a run before stopping halfway to go back to get his access card to the Medico-Legal lab. Taking off in a run, he raced the entire museum area, barely noticing the night security guard.

"Hi Micah…..bye Micah."

When he got to the lab, he slid his card in a rush and ran through the darkened area to her lighted office. His excitement dampened when he saw that no one was in there. When he ran to the Bone Room, he was only greeted by darkness.

He walked back to the office and sat holding his item for a few minutes, his right leg moving like a sewing machine. After five minutes he went to the ladies room and didn't find her, he walked back defeated.

'I could have sworn this would be the first place she would go. Doesn't matter now, gotta go find her.' Booth thought to himself.

Determined to find her, he hurried back out the door. Pelant would not win.

A determined Brennan pulled into their driveway, not even reaching the garage. An accident on Wisconsin forced her to take a detour home before getting hit with the massive rainstorm that had soaked her to the bone by the time she got to the front door. Anxious, she fumbled with the door lock, making it seem like hours by the time she got the tumbler turned.

Running into the dark house, she hurried to the bedroom and left a wet trail in her wake. Not finding anyone, she ran downstairs and was stopped in her tracks when she saw her father asleep on the couch. Quieting her steps to avoid waking him, she wondered where his automobile was as tip toed to the man cave.

Seeing that room empty, she got discouraged for a moment before remembering Booth's words in the journal. Briskly walking out the front door, she then ran for her car before tripping on the front walk. When she looked she saw that she had a tear and blood on her trousers. Ignoring the pain in her knee she simply got back up again, got in her car, and took off.

When the room was clear, Max smiled in his sleep and muttered, "About damn time, Tempe."

Christopher Pelant watched on his monitor as he observed Brennan fall and then get back in her car. Whatever it was must have been good to leave Agent Booth alone in the house and take off. He enjoyed seeing his work of late.

Divide and conquer. One of the oldest strategies in war.

He looked then at his next target. He admired her for pushing past from where she came from to get to where she was at now. However, it was impeding him and he couldn't have that.

The fact that she chose to be with a Muslim…share her bed with someone like that disgusted him. To get her out of the way, he needed to get him out of the way. Removing the Muslim along with the next obstacle way would make his dad proud of him.

His dad didn't acknowledge him and he understood why. He wasn't what his dad wanted, but when he got rid of the other man, his dad had to love him. Then and there he had to acknowledge him as HIS son. He would admire him for the work he put in and would see the error of his way in denying him.

Pelant heard a beep and realized his program was done. He moved to put in the final sequence when his left arm would not move. He struggled and he sweat as he put more effort into it for his arm to only sit there. He turned his body only to have his left leg move very slowly also. After several minutes, he was able to move himself and used his right hand to input in another series of numbers. He got halfway through when he realized that his mind was a blank.

"Damn it!" He yelled.

After realizing that it was futile, he decided to relax and get some sleep. He noticed his episodes of paralysis were increasing in length. It was upsetting but had to put it aside because he had a job to do.

Besides, the anthropologist left the house alone…she had no idea Pelant was pulling the strings and never would.

A defeated Booth came back to the lab. He drove to the diner, the Reflecting Pool, the Lincoln Memorial….anywhere he could think of, to no avail. His instincts keep telling him to go to the lab, but she wasn't here.

It was then that nature called. "Okay, I'll piss, then sit and think. Luckily no one is in the lab on Sundays except the intern on call."

Booth dropped off his stuff in Brennan's office and then walked to the men's room.

A frustrated and soaking wet Brennan returned to her office. Sitting at her desk feeling defeated, she wanted to turn the light off but didn't have the strength to get up and do it. Grabbing the partially wet journal, she hugged it close to her before noting the time on the computer.

4:47 AM.

Her frustrations over the last several weeks and her futile search spilled over as she started to cry again.

Booth left the restroom and was greeted by the sound of weeping. As he got closer to the sound, he realized that the sound came from his girlfriend's office. Seeing her light on, he rushed in and was greeted by the woman he loved crying at her desk.

Brennan didn't hear but sensed. She looked up and saw the light of her happiness. He looked as tired and weary as she was, but it didn't matter. She loved Seeley Booth and needed him to know that.

'Pelant be damned' she thought.

Booth saw Brennan running towards him from behind her desk and he rushed to meet her. Words were not needed as they kissed away the bad feelings and hurts of the last several weeks.

Wordlessly, Booth moved Brennan to her couch. As they stood in front of it, each removed their clothes in a rush. When both were revealed to the other, Brennan laid on the couch, followed by Booth. He began to worship her body with kisses from her ear all the way until the juncture between her thighs. His hands cupped her breasts lovingly as Brennan simply gave in feeling the love Booth was showing her. After several minutes of sensual kisses upon her, Brennan reached her limit.

"Booth….I need you." she croaked. "Please."

He could never refuse when she pleaded. Moving up her body, he felt her warm, wet core on his abdomen and knew it was time. Slowly, he entered her and moved in a slow, luxurious rhythm which felt like heaven to him. When he felt her nails on his back and her hips moved in an increased pace, he moved to keep up with her.

Brennan felt worshipped as he moved to her frantic pace as he amorously kissed her lips and neck. The only thought going through her mind was of how she missed this and him. When she felt him suckle on her breasts again, she was on fire. She could feel her walls constrict around his member and knew she was close.

"Booth….I love you…."

That was all he needed as he grabbed her hand and clenched it by her head as he crossed the edge with her. When the wave was completed, they looked into each other eyes and knew the truth.

They would be okay. The center would hold and together, they would defeat Christopher Pelant once and for all.