Temperance Brennan sat in her office and sipped her coffee. The sun shone from behind the blinds of her office throwing shadows and making her brown hair glow. It wasn't usual for Brennan to just sit and do nothing but she had been waiting for some test results for two hours already. She had nothing to do, she had done all the paper work and she didn't feel like writing more to her book. She glanced around her office. Everything was tidy. She sighed. Brennan did not like waiting and just sitting without doing anything. She took another sip from her black coffee. She tried to just relax and let go but then she had enough. She couldn't stand doing nothing. Brennan was afraid of sinking to her thoughts. To her memories that haunted her. Work usually helped her to forget but now she didn't have anything to do and she could see her haunting memories flashing in her mind like a poorly made movie. Blood everywhere, dead people, lifeless eyes. Flashes from Brennan's trips: people travelling with her dying, gun fire, and government people hunting Brennan down on the mountains in China. Brennan couldn't stand it anymore, she took her purse and decided to leave.

Brennan walked through the spotless laboratory where she saw her colleagues, Zack, Jack and Angela talking and laughing. They were the closest thing to friends for Brennan. "Hey sweetie!" Angela greeted smiling when she noticed Brennan. Angela's sunny cat-like grin gave away her energetic nature. "Hey Ange, Im gonna go to the gym for a while." Brennan answered. She did not usually go to the gym but now she thought it would not be time wasting to practice some martial arts. Angela nodded and Brennan left with a relieved mind now that she had figured something to do.

Ange watched Brennan leave. She knew that she was going to go to do some sack beating. Ange smiled to herself. She had tried for weeks to get Brennan out of the lab and now, without her dragging, Brennan just left without any help. To the gym though, Ange would have preferred a club, but it was better that nothing.

At the gym Brennan had already started. She was about to hit the sack when one of the gym officers, a freckle faced guy, came to her offering boxing cloves. Brennan looked at the cloves irritated. "If someone attacks me on the street and I have to put up a fight, I sure won't be wearing any boxing cloves." She pointed out in her matter-affect voice. The freckle guy looked at her strangely but left her alone. Temperance started punching by making different kicks to the sack, and then she rolled some gauze around her hands to support the wrists. Then she started punching. She punched the sack harder than she had punched before. She wanted to drown all of her memories and just punch, as hard as she could.

Seeley Booth entered the Jeffersonian's lab. He did not like the lab particularly but he felt relieved when he was there because from there he could always find answers. Answers for most his cases. Now he was looking for the person who always brought him most answers. Dr. Temperance Brennan, or Bones, as he liked to call her. She didn't appreciate that nick name though.

He walked to the main lab's area and saw Hodgkins, Zack an Angela laughing and talking. He wasn't surprised when he didn't see Brennan with them but he was surprised when they seemed not to be working at all. Booth walked to the squints, as he called them. Angela greeted Booth with a little grin-like smile. "Hey Booth" She said and Zack and Hodgins gave quick smiles too. "Hey Ange, where's Bones?" Booth asked giving a smile too. "Oh, you just missed her. She left to the gym." Ange answered. Booth looked amazed. "Are you saying that Bones, the Bones we all know, has actually left the lab to do aerobics?" He asked with a wide grin. "Yes, but not to do aerobics, more like boxing." Ange answered rolling her eyes and gave Booth directions to the gym.

Booth entered the gym lobby. He looked around and saw people bristling on the corridors with their sweatpants and t-shirts. It was weird for him to even think Bones would hang around in a place like this. Then he walked to the reception counter. A man, who seemed either very bored or very tired, raised his look from his newspaper. "Yes?" He asked when Booth was still glancing around. "Where I can find the boxing area?" Booth asked focusing now to the receptionist. "Turn left after that door" The receptionist answered pointing at a door on the right side of Booth. Booth was about to go to the door but then the receptionist seemed to suddenly wake up. "Do you have members card?" He asked. "No." Booth answered irritated. He just wanted to find Brennan. "Sorry, members only." The receptionist said with his cold business voice. Booth flashed his FBI ID card. "Im just trying to find someone." "Ok, hold on." The receptionist said and picked up the phone. "Hey Jerry, could you come here, some guy from the FBI needs little help on finding someone at the gym." Booth heard him say.

After five seconds, a young fitness looking guy, with freckled face, came through the door where the receptionist had pointed earlier. "Hey, Im Jerry." He greeted Booth. "I bet you are here for that woman at boxing area." Jerry said. "I guess so." Booth said. He wasn't even sure who he was talking about, but he had talked about boxing area and Ange had told that's where Brennan would be. Jerry talked non stop while they walked. "I knew that the feds had to be looking for her, she hits like a crazy person! Or like a professional killer!" Jerry said waving his hands as if to make a point. "I must say I would never go near her, she has scared all of our staff by now…she doesn't even use any boxing cloves!" He continued. Booth cocked his eyebrow, now he wasn't feeling so confident about finding Brennan, she knew how to hit, but she wasn't that crazy the freckled guy described.

They now entered a little boxing hall. Booth looked around. No one was punching their sacks; they were staring at a woman who really knew how to punch. They all were looking at Dr. Temperance Brennan. "You see? She's done that like for like an hour non stop! Without cloves!" Jerry said motioning at Brennan who still hadn't noticed that even some of the staff had gathered to see her accurate, strong punches and kicks. Booth looked at her. She really punched harder that Booth had ever seen anyone punch at any practise situations. And she had been doing that for an hour non stop! "Thanks Jerry, that's the one I have been looking for." Booth said. He still watched Brennan punching. She didn't even seem like she would need to take a break. Only thing that indicated that she was human, not a machine, was sweat stains on her black top.

Brennan tried to concentrate to the punching. She still saw those unnerving flashes from her past. She started to hit and kick even harder. "Punch, punch, kick, punch again…" She repeated in her mind as she did series' of kicks and punches trying to just forget. "Punch, kick, kick, swift, kick, punch…" She continued but it faded the memories only little. She could still see all those awful things. She punched harder, she kicked harder. Only because she didn't want to remember.

"Hey Bones!" Booth shouted grinning. He saw how that nickname affected to already amazed staff and other boxers. They probably thought it was a nickname that she had gotten from killing people. Brennan turned around and looked slightly surprised to see him. "Booth, haven't I told you not to call me Bones?" Brennan said now frowning in irritation. Booth noticed little blood on Brennan's knuckles but he decided not to say anything. Brennan took off the bandages from her wrists and walked to Booth. He saw weird look on her face, like she'd been drowned to her thoughts.

After Brennan had changed her clothes they both finally stepped out of the gym, Booth still smirking for the looks on people's faces when he had called Brennan Bones and Brennan seemed to notice the wounds on her knuckles. "Are you okay?" Booth finally asked. Brennan raised her eyes from her knuckles. "Why did you come to pick me from the gym?" She asked changing the subject. Booth frowned but decided not to tangle into that. "I was just coming to tell you that agent Pickering has been asking stuff about you recently." Brennan raised her look directly to Booth's eyes now.