Booth went into Bones' glass office and lay on the couch. There had been no news on the BOLO and they were all in a holding pattern. The waiting was the hardest part.
He closed his eyes for just a moment, but when he opened them again, he was no longer in the office. It was dark, and the air was cool on his skin. Above him were the same stars he saw earlier.
Turning his head to his left, he was surprised to see Bones next to him. There was a cut on her forehead, and blood had matted her hair. Booth had never seen anything more beautiful.
"Bones," he whispered afraid to break the spell.
Her eyes opened and she looked at him in confusion. "Booth?"
"Yeah," he said. He reached out to touch her, but his hand passed through her. "Where are you?"
"This is a dream," she said. "A product of a mind under extreme stress due to the injury and lack of food and water."
"Where are you?" he asked again.
"I'm going to climb the mountain tomorrow. But I don't think I can get to the top. You have to find me. I can't do it by myself," she said, her eyes closing in sleep again.
"Damn it, Bones, where are you?" Booth was ready to beg, to grovel at her feet, to get her to answer that one simple question. But when her eyes closed, he was back in her office again.
Sweets walked in and looked around. Other than Booth, there was no one in the room. "Who are you talking to?" he asked.
"Bones," Booth said wearily. "I was talking to Bones."