After the most restless night of my life I picked myself up and walked down to the bus stop. A few minutes later I was at the airport checking in my luggage and trying to control myself. What I was about to do today might just be the hardest thing I have ever faced in my life and I wasn't in the slightest bit prepared for it. But I had to, yesterday mornings paper and last nights phone call made it absolutely inevitable and completely unavoidable.

I boarded my plane and sat by the window. I don't get motion sickness and yet I wanted to vomit. I don't know how many times I had to tell myself to calm down, but it doesn't really matter because it never worked anyways. If I wasn't so scared I would have felt sorry for the poor fellow next to me.

Seeley Booth showed up for another day at the office as usual. He would have to break a mother's heart later and thought that he should at least finish some paper work first. He was soon sidetracked however and just started goofing off and tossing his poker chip up and down. An hour past of him doing nothing essentially when Charlie walked in to tell him that he had a visitor.

It was just Sweets coming to tell him that he finished profiling and that their session was moved to eight o'clock on Wednesday. After he left Booth tried to do a little more paper work, again he was distracted, but this time it was for another reason.

His partner had come by to go with him to tell the family. He just so happened to notice that she was wearing a low cut purple shirt today and couldn't help but stare.

"Booth, are you ready to go?"

He snapped out of it, grabbed his suit jacket, and they were off.

Meanwhile I was sitting on a park bench. I wasn't quite sure where to go or what to do, but I did know who I needed to see and what I needed to confirm. The problem was finding the person. I knew where they worked or at least where they had worked before. I wasn't even sure if they were still there, let alone this city. I was now regretting ever coming here, my mission was pointless. Yet I had the urge to go on. I think this is going to cause me to lose my mind.

I sat thinking for an hour over what to do. I still wasn't sure, but I was going to go there anyways because I needed to see for my own eyes and then maybe I would find the person.

I got on my second bus of the day and it took me where I needed to go. I almost didn't get off, but somehow I forced my self to.

I walked calmly into the J. Edgar Hoover building.