I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.

This one's for BrucasisBest, who keeps bugging me for another chapter.

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Booth dropped Hodgins off at the Jeffersonian, and he and Bones went home. He realized that they both got home late tonight. On the way, they stopped for takeout at the Diner.

"Bones, I hope I'm wrong about this, we don't need another serial killer on our hands. It's only been a few months since Brodsky."

"Maybe you're jumping the pistol Booth. You never know."

"It's jumping the gun, Bones."

"Whatever, maybe it's not true."

"I hope not."

They ate dinner and went to bed early.

"Bones, are you happy?"

"Yes, Booth, I'm very happy. Why do you ask?"

"Do you like being with me?"

"Booth, I already told you I'm happy, why would I say that if I didn't want to be with you? What's your real question?"

He was silent for a little while, just running his hands down her back.

"Do you want to live together?"

"We do live together." She knew what he was asking, but wanted more time to think.

"No, I mean in one place, instead of either your place or mine. We could get a place together, so we didn't have to always wonder where we were going to sleep each night."

She was quiet for a long time. He thought that maybe she fell asleep. He didn't want to push her, but he was curious for her answer. He leaned over and began kissing her neck. Her moan told him she was awake.

"Can I think about it?"

"Of course. I thought you would want to. It's a big step. I just think it would be easier. Is there a reason you need to think? Are you unsure of our relationship?"

"No Booth. I know I want this. I can never remember a time that I've been this happy. I'm just apprehensive about what moving in together will mean. Does this mean that you're going to want marriage? What will we do about Parker? Will I have to sell my place? What are the financial aspects of this venture? Will we share the expenses?..."

He interrupted her. "Whoa Bones, that's too much for me to think about right now. I was just wondering at the possibility in the future. We can discuss all those things later. I just want to know what you think about it?"

"I think I need to ruminate on it, before I make a decision. I need time. I never make decisions quickly."

"Ok, Bones I understand. You ruminate. In the meantime, I remember a spot here that you really like me kissing."

He found that spot just under her ear that he kissed in the lab earlier today. She again moaned in reply.

"Yes, Booth I enjoy that spot, but I think you enjoy this one better."

She flipped him over and found the spot on his chest that drove him wild. A growl erupted from deep in his chest.

"I love when you do that. No one else had ever found that spot before. How did you know?"

"Booth, I know your body better than you do. Like this spot here."

He flipped her back over.

"Woman one day you are going to drive me so crazy that I will never want to get out of this bed."

He proceeded to kiss down her neck to her chest.

"Mmm Booth, that sounds like a good idea, but isn't that how I ended up pregnant?"

"Yes, but that can't happen now."

He pulled her in for a kiss and all manner of speaking ceased.

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The next morning they went to tell his sister that her brother was dead. He felt a sense of failure as he approached the house.

"Bones, I wish we had more information to tell her. I hate going in without even a clue as to who did this."

Booth knocked on the door and a young beautiful woman answered it.

"Hello, I'm Special Agent Booth and this is my partner Dr. Brennan. May we come in?"

"Yes, is something wrong?"

"We have some news about your brother. He was found dead on Monday."

"We are very sorry for your loss." Bones said.

The woman started to cry.

"I was wondering what happened. He always calls me on Tuesdays, I felt that something happened."

Her husband came out of the other room.

"Sophie, are you ok?"

"John died Monday."

"What?

How did it happen?" he directed his question to Booth. Booth stood.

"Hello sir, I'm Special Agent Booth and this is my partner Dr. Brennan."

"I'm Thomas Hurley, Sophie's husband." They shook hands.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

Bones answered. "We think he was murdered on Friday night. Were you aware of anyone who wanted to harm him?"

"No, John was a very sweet person. I can't think of why someone would kill him." Sophie began to cry again.

"Well, here's my card, if you think of anything that might be helpful. We will keep in touch about the investigation."

He handed the card to Thomas, and they left.

They were both very quiet on the way back to the lab.

"Bones, I'll see you for lunch?"

"Yes Booth, I'll see you then."

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The case went dead. No matter how much they searched, they didn't find any more clues. They met Sweets at the Diner to discuss the profile he was compiling.

"I have completed as much of the profile as possible on the murderer. I believe him to be a male, maybe in his late thirties, who probably had a traumatic childhood, maybe an abusive mother or father, quite possibility both.

He probably kills to satisfy a craving for something. I'm not sure what it is yet. He is methodical in his murders, and very conscious of his environment, always needing to control his life and those around him. He probably works in a large static company, that doesn't change very often. I'd say in data entry, or maybe putting orders into a computer, something that requires him to interact with very few people.

He lives alone, and probably doesn't have any close friends. He may have money, either saved or from an inheritance. That's all for now. If he kills again, I could maybe add more, but I hope we catch him before that."

"Well, it doesn't look like we'll be catching him. We don't have any leads, and the evidence is crap."

"Hey, don't call evidence crap. You know better Booth."

"I know; I'm sorry. It's just frustrating that we don't have anything on him. It's been almost two weeks, and I have nothing. Usually the squints come up with something by now. I'm just so angry."

"Booth we can't invent evidence when there isn't any, this guy is good, I don't know what else to tell you, other than wait for him to kill again."

"Bones, that's harsh, even from you. I don't want another person dead just so we can catch him."

"Booth you know what I meant, it's just that we have hit a rock face and we can't go any further without more evidence."

He looked at her strangely, and then his face brightened.

"Oh, you mean brick wall, it's brick wall, Bones."

"Ok, brick wall, but no matter without evidence we are baffled."

The conversation continued through dinner, without any real solution. The killer was still out there, waiting to strike again.

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