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A/N: This is a reminder that this story takes place in season 10 and is definitely AU.

I don't Bones, Cher'.

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After she entered the house, she saw him lying on the floor, a man with a weapon advancing on him. Picking up a nearby weapon, she shot the man and saw him fall. As she hurried across the room, she was knocked down causing her to fall hard. She tried to turn over quickly, tried to stand and when she finally staggered to her feet, it was in time to see her husband kill the man that meant to kill her. Rushing over to where her husband lay, she rolled him off of the dead assassin and felt for a pulse. Horrified, she didn't feel one. Screaming because he was gone, she clutched his dead body in her arms, crying bitter tears.

"Bones. . . Bones, wake up." Pulling her into his arms, Booth held her tightly and spoke quietly but firmly. "Come on Bones, wake up."

Suddenly awake, Brennan tried to pull out his arms, not understanding what was going on, afraid that her dream was real and that Booth was dead in her embrace.

"Bones. . . . shhhh . . . It's alright, it was just a dream." Keeping her from moving away from him, he help her firmly in his arms.

Relieved to hear his voice, Brennan opened her eyes and stared into the beautiful brown eyes of the man she loved. "Booth . . . Booth." Her arms clutching him against her, she started to renew her crying, the fresh tears added to the tears she'd already spilt while in slumber.

"Shhhhh. . . . Bones, you're alright. I have you." Sad that the woman he loved was in so much pain, he felt his own lashes become wet. "I love you. You aren't alone. Never alone."

Now fully awake, Brennan glanced over at the other bed in the room to make sure that their child was still asleep. Relieved, she returned her gaze back toward Booth's face. Whispering, she apologized to him. "I'm sorry."

Her arms relaxing, her body less tense, Booth rubbed her back. "Don't apologize, Bones. I know you hate that dream where you're locked in the trunk of the car. I hope to God you didn't have that one too many times while I was gone."

Slowly shaking her head, Brennan gentlykissed him."I don't really have that dream anymore, Booth . . . that isn't my worse nightmare anymore."

Growing concerned for her, Booth stopped movind his hand and stared into her soulful blue eyes. "What's worse than being almost killed by those bastards who were supposed to take care of you? You were just a kid."

Shifting her body, she partially lay on him, her left leg thrown over his thighs. "I dreamed that you were killed in the house. I dreamed that I was too late to save you."

Understanding hitting him, Booth tightened his arms around her again. "I'm so sorry, Bones. I've been so caught up in my own nightmare that I never thought that you might be . . . I'm sorry, Bones. I wish that things had been different. Those months that I was alone, you were alone too. I hated knowing that you were alone and I couldn't do anything about it. I promise you that I'll try to never let that happen again. I promise to make sure you're never alone again."

"No, Booth, none of this is your fault. It isn't my fault and it isn't yours." Her eyes closed, Brennan relaxed in his arms. "We're going to get through this Booth. We're strong, stronger that everyone thinks. They thought they could destroy us and they failed. We're strong . . . We're very strong."

Clearing his throat, Booth let her words wash over him. "I love you, Bones. We are strong and we won't let them win. They'll never win."

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The next morning, Booth entered Ted's truck and slumped against the door.

Ted, glanced at his companion and shook his head. "Good morning to you, Cher'." Not getting a response, Ted pulled out into the light traffic. "Mais, did you bring your passport?"

Patting his jacket pocket, Booth reluctantly answered, "Yeah."

"Dat's good." Ignoring the sullen man, Ted popped a CD in his CD player and cranked it up, Thomas Dolby and Beausoleil singing "I love you, Goodbye." Letting the rhythm of the music carry him away, Ted sang along . . . loudly.

Booth turned towards his companion and waited until the song was almost over then reached out and ejected the CD.

Irritated, Ted glared at Booth. "Mais why you do dat? Dey was just getting to da best part."

"What are you going to do about the gator?" When Ted suddenly smirk, Booth became very concerned.

"Mais, I got it figured out, don't worry none. I going to use logic, yeah." Pointing at the radio, Ted glanced at Booth and warnedhim. "Mais, I going to play da radio. Keep you hands to yousef. Da owner of da truck gets to control da radio."

Resigned, Booth sighed. "Fine, just keep it down to a low roar."

Amused, Ted flipped on the radio and settled on a soft rock station. "Dat's da spirit, Booth . . . Just go wit it."

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The approached the Canadian border and stopped at the checkpoint. Bored, a customs agent approaced them with a clip board in his hand. "Do you have anything to declare?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Ted used his charm smile. "Mais I got some gator meat in da cooler for my cousin what lives in Sault Ste Marie."

Upon hearing that, the man frowned and looked at the back of the truck. "Where is it? Back here?"

Pointing in the back, Ted continued to smile. "In da cooler."

Not bored anymore, Agent Smith walked towards the back of the truck and pointed at the cooler. "You have to have a permit to bring in raw meat." Opening the cooler, the agent stared into the cooler and then jumped back, slamming the lid shut. "That isn't meat, that's a live gator . . . you can't bring that into Canada."

Disappointed, Ted complained, "I just bringing it to my cousin dat owns a bar. And you know, a live gator would just die in da cold. Dey need da heat. I just going across the river, I swear."

Shaking his head adamantly, Agent Smith exerted his authority. "No, no way. You aren't bringing a gator into Canada."

Turning to look at Booth, Ted pleaded with him, "Agent Booth, tell da man dat I just bringing it to my cousin what would take care of it. No live gator could live up here no."

Booth decided to see if he could help and got out of the truck. As he walked to the back of the truck , he looked at the cooler in the bed. "It's some kind of family obligation."

Shaking his head, Agent Smith didn't want to bend any rules for Booth or anyone else. "He can't bring it into Canada. Now I'm going to ask you to go back. If you want to enter Canada then you can, but not with the gator."

Curious, Booth asked him, "What do you want us to do with it?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Agent Smith smiled. "Dump in a river or lake in Michigan, I don't care. It just can't come into Canada."

Insulted, Ted protested., "Hey, I can't do dat. My cousin would be mad at me."

Bored once more, Agent Smith turned and walked away. "Then take it back home."

Resigned, Ted re-entered his truck and turned to look at the customs agent's back. "My cousin going to be really mad at me, just so you know dat."

Unsympathetic agent kept walking. "Oh well."

Sliding back into the truck, Booth advised his friend. "Come on, Ted. You can take him back home where he belongs. Let's go look for your elk, you only have three more days and this one is half done."

Ted was not happy and he knew that he was going to get an earful from his cousin about this mess. "Poor Carlos, he going to be sad he have to go back on da long trip in dat cooler."

"Yeah, poor Carlos." Amused, Booth smiled.

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Entering the hotel room, Booth grabbed Christine as she flung herself at her father. Raising her up in the air, he laughed and kissed her. "And what have you and Mommy been doing today?"

Her arm around his neck, Christine laughed. "We went shopping, Daddy."

"Well, that sounds cool." Turning towards his wife, he placed his arm around her shoulder. "You know, this vacation isn't such a bad idea. Ted got his elk and he's going home tomorrow. Let's stay the rest of the week and just do whatever sounds interesting."

Surprised at Booth's good mood, Brennan gave him a kiss on the cheek. "That sounds like a wonderful idea." After he released Brennan, he carried Christine over to the chair and sat down. "Great . . . That's great. Maybe we can look for a movie theater and go to the movies tonight. We can find a pizza place and go to the movies and then maybe tomorrow we can drive around and just look at stuff or do whatever you want to do. How's that sound?"

Lifting her arm in the air, his daughter shouted. "Yeah, pizza . . . I like pizza."

Turning to stare at Brennan, Booth made sure she was okay with his choice. "Is that okay?"

His smile so welcoming to her, Brennan felt a warmth spread through her. "It sounds wonderful. . . Why are you in a good mood? Did something happen?"

Understanding Brennan's question, Booth laughed. "I'm happy because I'm not Carlos being kept in a cooler."

Confused, Brennan stared at Booth wondering what in the world he was talking about. "I don't know what that means."

His eyes twinkling, Booth hugged his daughter and cheerfully explained it to her. "It means I'm a free man with a wonderful family and if I want to go to a movie and have pizza with you two then I can." His gaze moving to his wife, Booth solemnly continued, "I'm a lucky man, Bones. I'm lucky that you're in my life and I'm lucky that I have friends that were willing to work their asses off to . . . Sorry. . . I'm lucky to have people that care about me and a wife and partner that was willing to go through heck to help me. I love you, Bones. Never forget that . . . I love you and I'm going to try to be the same guy you fell in love with. I might fail sometimes, but I'm going to try . . . for you. I'm going to get some help. I know I need it and I want to be that man again. I want to be the man you need and fell in love with."

Rubbing her finger under he eye, Brennan smiled as a tear escaped down her cheek. "I love you too Booth and you are the guy I fell in love with. You always were."

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Asleep, his arms around Brennan, Booth awoke to a rapid knocking on the motel door. Startled, he rolled over, yanked his gun from under his pillow and walked over to the door. Pulling the curtain back just a little, he saw Ted leaning against the door frame. Opening it, Booth hissed at the man. "Do you have any idea what time it is? What the hell do you want?"

Checking his watch, Ted frowned at the time. "Mais it just 9:42, my chickens don't go to bed dis early." Glancing at the gun in Booth's hand, the visitor waved his hand. "I ain't a threat no. I just need to speak at you, Cher'."

Aggravated, Booth placked the gun on the chair near the door and folded his arms against his broad chest. "What do you want, Ted?"

His hands now on his hips, Ted tried to use his charm on Booth. "Mais, I want to try to get Carlos to my cousin T-Fred. I tink I have a plan, yea."

Annoyed, Booth sighed. "What about your elk? Shouldn't you be doing something with that before the meat spoils?"

"Mais, I found a butcher this afternoon." Ted had taken care of his elk and he wanted Booth to understand that. "He going to take care of it for me. He going to butcher it and den mail it to me. Dey do dat sometimes. So anyway, I just need to get Carlos to T-Fred. Will you help me?"

Running his hand through his hair, Booth tried to be patient. "I won't break the law, Ted."

Ted knew Booth was FBI and he had no intention of getting the agent into trouble. Caroline would kill him if he did. "No, I know dat. You a Fed. I just want you to be wit me dats all. Please Cher'."

Turning to look at Brennan, Booth saw her shrug and throw up her hands. Turning back, Booth held up his index finger. "Just one more try, Ted and that's it and I won't break the law to do it either. I'm serious."

Excited, Ted grabbed Booth and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. "Mais tanks. You da best." Releasing Booth, he laughed. "You need to work on dat mood you in, Cher'. Caroline loves you and now I see why, you nice, tanks." Clapping Booth on the shoulder, Ted walked away.

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