Booth had always been a man of action. Sure he had a desk and an office, but he did some of his best work in the field.

Out here, in the forest, he was in his element. Walking through the trees, looking for signs that Bones had passed this way, reminded him of his days in the military. When he was a sniper, patience and secrecy had been the goal. He'd worked hard to be invisible. The experience helped him see what he needed to see now.

Booth motioned to Hodgins and waited for the man to come up next to him. He pointed at the ground and waited until Hodgins saw what he saw.

"A footprint," Booth explained unnecessarily. He pointed up ahead a few feet. "And there's a scuff mark. She definitely came this way."

Hodgins took out a bottle of water and took a healthy drink before handing it to Booth. While Booth was drinking his share, Hodgins pulled out the map. "The top of the mountain is not far ahead. If she's up there, we can probably start yelling. She might be able to hear us."

Booth nodded his agreement. Silently, he sent a prayer to whoever might be listening - God, fate or even the Easter Bunny - that Bones would be close enough and conscious enough to answer.

As Hodgins refolded the map, Booth took a deep breath. With too many emotions to identify, he shouted one word into the silence of the forest. "Bones!"