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

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Booth called Hodgins, to see if they were still up. The maid answered the phone, and said they were waiting for him. He told them he would be right there to pick Bones up. He knew that if he didn't pick her up she would never go home with them again, and if this happened again, he wanted to sure she would be safe. Within fifteen minutes, Bones was in the car and they were on their way home.

He could tell she was exhausted; she laid her head on the window and dozed all the way home. When they arrived at her place, he helped her into the apartment, and they went right to bed.

"Thank-you, Bones."

"For what?"

"For going home with Angela. I knew you didn't want to but I also knew I would be very late. I worry about you and the baby. I know it is important to get your sleep."

"It was fine Booth. They made me a bed, and I slept better than I would have at the lab. I don't want to do it every night, but it is important that I get my sleep. I don't want anything happening to the baby."

"Would you do it again, if I had to work late?"

"Yes, but I don't want to make a habit of it. I love falling asleep in your arms, and I feel so empty when you're not there. This connection between us is getting stronger every day, and I don't want to be without you. I decided that we should move in together, but I want to wait until after the case, because I would like to buy a house."

Booth just pulled her tighter into his arms. This was something that he had been wanting for, for over a month, and he was glad she wanted it too. It took him a minute to respond, because he knew the tears would fall.

His voice was choked with emotion and he whispered, "Thank-you."

He kissed the back of her neck.

"Well, I decided it was the logical thing to do. I thought about it that night when we both slept at different places, but I wanted to wait for this case to be over. I couldn't wait any longer to tell you."

She turned in his arms and wiped the tears from his face.

"I love you."

He pulled her close, "I love you too."

They both fell into a peaceful sleep.

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When Booth awoke the next morning, Bones was still asleep. He quietly climbed out of bed, and went to make coffee, and read the paper. He poured himself a large bowl of cereal, and sat down to eat.

He wasn't as surprised as he thought he would be, when he opened the paper and read the headline. He knew they would eventually figure it out. It was just a matter of time.

Serial Killer Thinks Murder is a Game

The DC Killer is playing a game with his victims. He chooses his targets according to the names in a children's game, and even dumps the bodies in the appropriate rooms. What game do you think it is? I wonder if our readers can figure it out.

The following is a list of the victims, and the rooms in which they were discovered:

First victim, Mr. Boddy—in the kitchen

Second victim, Miss Scarlet - in the hall

Third victim, Mr. Green—in the library

Fourth victim, Miss Peacock—in the dining room

Did you think of the game Clue? If you did then you would be correct. This reporter discovered that the first victim, in that game, and owner of the house, was named Mr. Boddy. There is no evidence to corroborate these claims, but the correlation between the evidence and the game is obvious. (For more see page three)

Booth didn't need more. He knew the rest. The press was going to start a panic. He wondered if they published the names of the rest of the players. If so, the public would be frightened, but the public can easily look the names up for themselves.

He was glad he didn't need to answer phones, and that he would be out of town today, before Hacker came in. He knew if he saw his face, he would be too angry to control his outburst.

Booth threw the paper, across the room, and it landed at Bones' feet.

"Well, good morning to you too."

"Sorry Bones."

She picked up the paper and saw the headline.

"We knew they would figure it out. It was all a matter of time."

"I know, but I'm pissed at Hacker. We could have been on top of this; we could have gone to the press first. Now it looks like we are either hiding it or stupid."

"Hacker's a fool. We both know that. He'll probably want a press conference now that the word is out. I hope he doesn't feed you to the dogs."

Booth stopped eating and looked at her.

"Do you mean throw me to the wolves?"

"Yes that's it. Throw you to the wolves."

"Well I hope not, where did you hear that?"

He got up and rinsed out his bowl, putting it in the dishwasher.

"I don't remember maybe on TV? Did I use it right?"

"Well, yeah, but you said it wrong, so it defeats the purpose."

"Well, we need to get ready for work; don't you have to be in by eight?"

"Yeah, let's go."

Booth arrived in plenty of time to prepare for the trip. Agent Shaw was also early, and they waited patiently for the rest of the team. Six agents were going today, enough to comb the surrounding area, but not so many that they got in the way.

"Agent Shaw I wanted to tell you that you have been doing an exemplary job on this assignment. I can tell that you put in more hours than is necessary. I appreciate all your hard work."

"Thank-you Agent Booth, but apprehending this killer will be all the thanks I need. I just hope we get some information today. We may be on a wild goose chase."

"No, I think we are on just the right track. Something just feels right about this. Over the years I've developed a sort of sixth sense, which usually helps in times like this."

The rest of the agents arrived, and they began their journey. They arrived at the site a short while later, and began the painstaking task of gathering evidence.

They had been searching for about an hour when, Charlie called to Booth, "Booth over here."

As Booth approached the place where Charlie stood, he could see the dark stain on the roadway. Booth took out Bones' magic light, and sure enough, it was blood. He felt an enormous feeling of relief wash over him.

"We found it." He yelled.

The rest of the agents gathered around and they began to collect the evidence. Booth was elated, although he knew it was possible that he was wrong, his gut told him he was right. They finally had a lead. They finally had some answers.

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