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

Game Night

The task force was going well, and Booth was staying later every night. They were chasing down leads from all over the country, trying to track down the former victims, and families and contacting other police departments for any information. In a small town just outside of Willow Creek, CA, they found what they believed to be his cabin where he murdered the victims.

Agent Phillips realized that most serial killers fan out from a central point. Once they realized that, they traced all the murders back to that one point. The local sheriff's department did a grid search, and located the cabin. The only problem was that the cabin had been cleaned, and much of it was destroyed, by age, so there was no identifying evidence inside.

They did discover what they thought to be the killing floor, because the blood had soaked into wood, and was still identifiable. Although no DNA could be obtained, they were able to determine that at least three victims died there.

The only problem was that the owner was a man who died in the 1950's, revealing that he used a false identity to obtain the cabin. No other evidence was discovered.

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Many times Bones stayed late as well, but Booth was concerned about her health. He noticed that she seemed tired, but at the same time, he didn't want her home alone. He asked her to go home with Jack and Angela several times, but she always refused, saying that she would work on the cases in Limbo while she waited for him.

He met Micah, and asked him to keep an eye on her while she worked, although neither of them told her. Tomorrow was the two-week mark, and since they hadn't caught him yet, he suspected they were going to find another body.

He picked her up at the lab and on the way home; he realized that she was extremely quiet.

"Bones, what's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Bones, I know when something's bothering you, so just tell me."

"I keep thinking about who he is going to kill tomorrow."

"Me too. There have been bulletins out telling people to watch for strangers, but many times, they don't listen. They think, 'it will never happen to me'. I have heard people say that they would never do the things that people do in the movies, but often times they do. I don't know how to prevent the next one, we have tried everything to catch him, but so far we are still helpless to prevent it."

He looked over at her and noticed the tears flowing down her face."Bones, we will catch him, I know we will."

"I believe we will, Booth, but not in time to prevent the next death. I keep thinking about whom it will be. Will it be male, or female? Will he or she be young or old? These murders are so random; we can't even tell who the next victim will be. I feel so useless right now; I just wish I could help."

Booth pulled over and stopped at the side of the road. He got out of the car and walked around to her door. When he opened it, he pulled her into his arms and held her until she stopped crying.

"Booth why do people kill? I have seen so much death in my life, and I still don't understand it."

"I don't know Bones, but I do know that we will catch this guy. The task force is working with Sweets to compile a possible composite of the murderer. With the evidence that you have provided they hope to at least get an idea of what he looks like. Sweets said they could get height and weight, and possibly build, Angela has been very helpful."

"I know, I have been providing possible scenarios for Angela to use, but we still can't prevent what will happen tomorrow night, unless you get one of your miracles."

"Hey, you never know, maybe we will get our miracle tomorrow."

"Booth can we just go home now? I'm ok."

He got back into the car and drove home.

That night, they just lay in bed and held each other, until they fell asleep.

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Parker came over that weekend, and they went to the movies. Booth tried to keep the atmosphere light, as they stopped at a store on the way home.

"Hey Parker, how about if we get a game to play?"

"A game? What for? I can play my X-box; it's a lot more fun."

Bones looked at him, "Parker when I was little, we had a family game night, when the television was turned off and we all sat at the kitchen table playing a game. Sometimes we played Sorry, or Scrabble, that was my favorite."

Booth gave her a look that meant he understood why.

"Sometimes it would be Monopoly, but everyone knew that on Thursday nights we would play games. It was fun. We had popcorn, and soda. Most times, we weren't allowed to drink soda, but on family game night, we could. It was something to look forward to all week."

"I guess if you want, but I still think my X-box is more fun."

They purchased a game, and went home. Bones popped popcorn and got everyone drinks. Booth opened the game and began to read the instructions.

"Ok, let's see.

"Mr. Boddy is apparently the victim of foul play and is found in one of the rooms.

The object of the game is to discover the answer to these three questions:
1st. Who? Which one of the several suspects did it?
2nd. Where?
3rd. and with What Weapon?"

Bones dropped the bowl of popcorn. Booth stopped reading and looked at her.

"Booth, who were the suspects?"

"Why did you drop the popcorn? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, who are the suspects?"

"Bones what's wrong with you?"

"Booth! Stop asking me questions, and tell me the names of the suspects." She was almost yelling.

"Let's see, Colonel Mustard yellow, Miss Scarlett red, Professor Plum purple, Mr. Green green, Mrs. White white, Mrs. Peacock blue. Don't you remember?"

"Booth our first victim was Mr. Boddy, then was Miss Scarlett…"

"Oh my God, then Mr. Green. He's playing a game. That's why the weapons are always different."

"What are the weapons?

"Dagger, Rope, Lead Pipe, Candlestick, Revolver, Wrench"

"And the rooms?"

"Kitchen; study; conservatory; hall; dining room; billiard room; lounge; library; and ballroom."

Parker just sat and watched them.

"What are you guys talking about?"

"Parker, I'm sorry, but I need to call your mother and take you home."

"What? Dad that's not fair, this is your weekend. I want to stay, and I want to play the game."

"Parker, go get your stuff, I have to go to work, now!"

Parker left, and Booth called Rebecca. Surprisingly she understood, and they dropped him off on their way to the Hoover to meet with the task force.

Booth thought, maybe he will get his miracle.