For Dinosaur ~ This story is dedicated to my best friend, Thre3. Her brilliant stories is what keeps me writing :D

A/N: Hello there once again. I am surprised I managed to update this so soon! A big thank you to everyone who reviewed this story, I really appreciate the comments. I decided to continue with this story but there is just something I needed to be cleared up. The Tessa in my story is not the same Tessa from season 1 of Bones, the one that dated Booth for a while. The names are just purely coincidental. A lot of things should be explained in this chapter…So Enjoy :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones and all mistakes are my own.

Searching For The Truth: Chapter 2

Sarah Walters made her way into her dimly lit bedroom, dragging her feet along the floor. Tears were still streaming uncontrollably down her face; she had given up wiping them about an hour ago. She kicked her shoes off her feet and dropped her bag on the floor. She didn't feel like doing anything but collapsing on her bed and burying her face into her pillow. She felt as though her entire world had just come tumbling down.

The last words her mother said kept running through her head. Box. Closet. Father. She looked towards her closet thinking about the last words she will ever hear from her mother. And then she saw it. She had never noticed it before but there was a wooden box sitting on the top shelf of her closet. Curious to know why her mother would use her last breath of air to tell her to look there, she stood on her tippy toes to get the box down. She brought the box over to her bed. She tossed the pillow aside and sat in the middle of her bed, resting the box on her legs.

She quickly rummaged through the small box, looking for something. Anything. She found a photo that caught her eyes. It was a woman with the same underlying architectural features as her mum but with different hair colour. She was holding a small child, which she presumed was herself. And there was also a man standing next to them, with his arm around her mum. He was smiling a smile so big that Sarah couldn't help but laugh at. He looked as though he was the happiest man in the world.

She tossed the photo to aside and continued to rummage through the box. She found a note mixed up between some more photos and some evidence bag as well as a video tape. She moved the box to the side and lied down on her bed and began to read the note:

If you are reading this Sarah, I am not around anymore. I know you think you are alone in this world but believe me when I say that there are many people that love you. There are many things I would have liked to tell you myself, but sometimes things happen in life and there is no way to stop them.

First of all your whole life has been a lie. When you were about 13 months old, an event occurred. You and I witnessed the event and it changed our lives forever. Your father was also there, but trust me when I say he did nothing wrong. Because of the events that occurred, we were forced leave and change our names. Your real name is Christine Angela Booth. My real name is Dr Temperance Brennan-Booth. I was a world renowned forensic anthropologist and a successful crime novelest until I had to give it all up and leave in order to protect you. A little part of me had always wanted you to follow in my foot steps and become a forensic anthropologist. The only way you could be free of all these lies is if you search for the truth.

This leads me to your father. I know I have sheltered you from him, but it was for your own benefit. If we had stayed, I would have been dragged town too and I did what I did to give you a life you deserved. Your father's name is Seely Joseph Booth. He was a special agent with the FBI until that fateful night. He did nothing wrong. I had to leave before I found out what happened to him. I don't know where he is now, or even if he has another family, but I do know that he has never stopped loving you.

I was forced to give up my entire life and I wanted nothing more than to tell you everything. But I have been waiting for the right time. I have been waiting until you were old enough to deal with this situation. This box contains all the information that was kept away from public eyes and away from the investigation against your father. I was the only one who could solve the murder, but I had to leave before I could say anything. But I have faith that you are like me and can unravel the true events on that evening and find your father.

These people responsible for our lives being this way may try to harm you, but know you are stronger than they are combined. Don't live behind closed doors anymore. Be who you really

Much Love,

Temperance Brennan (Mum) xoxo

A/N: I know this is short, but I needed more of the story to be explained. And please don't hate me for killing Brennan. I really didn't want write it but I thought of this idea and it sounded so good that I had to write it. Once again, please review and tell me what you think…

Xx Isabella