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Squints & Booth: Hi, Pinki.

And this is my first story that I have posted. If the format is messed up, too bad. Review and advise me on how to fix it, 'cause if it is wrong there is nothing that you can do until I know how to fix the document.

Now, you appear to be highly intelligent people. I hope that we have a mutual understanding that if I am posting a story on here, then I don't own it. If you did not understand here is a disclaimer:

DISCLAIMER- I do not own any mass produced movies, television, books, or any other media. Bones is a product of Kathy Reich's and the Fox television corporation. Not me.

Prologue

"Don't be so whiny, Booth. You even said it yourself, I need a vacation." Dr. Temperance Brennan fumed, almost running across the lab in a rage.

"Okay, Bones, a vacation isn't locking yourself away for two weeks to write your book. It's about a getaway with your friends, your family, and relaxing." Booth persisted. He trailed her with his charm smile shining white and his eyes flashing black.

Brennan huffed. How could he be so controlling! She could take care of herself; even though asmallpart of her cherished the fact that Booth was worried about her…

She stormed towards her office to collect the remainder of her items. Brennan managed to shove her novel's notes into her bag before his hand came to rest on her travel bag, followed by his warm, solid torso.

"Booth…" murmuring was all she could handle doing. His breath near her ear drove all of her anger away.

"I'm sorry, Bones. I just… I don't want you to get hurt." Booth's mouth was close to her ear and his breath tickled her ear on its way to her already warm cheek. She noticed his smirk as he pulled back. "I know, I know. Alpha male tendency."

She turned as he made to leave her office. "Yes, it is. Thank you, though, for worrying about me, but I can take care of myself." Smiling sardonically, Brennan turned to finish packing for her Appalachian Mountain trip.

"I know you can.Just call me if you need anything."He flinched slightly, remembering the lack of cell phone service in the mountains. "Have a great 'vacation,' Bones. Be careful, please." And with that, Booth smiled his smile and swept out of her office.

She smiled at his retreating form, a slight twist in her stomach. As she dismissed it as pre-trip anxiety, Dr. Temperance Brennan picked up a picture of the "squint squad" and Booth sitting on the Jeffersonian's steps, smiled, and placed the picture in her wallet and left the frame and everything behind her to begin her journey.

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Darkness. Blackness. What is this? Where is she? And as the emptiness closed in on her heart and lungs, she called out one name…

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Booth stared down at a picture in his hands. He remembered the day that the photograph was taken. He and Bones had just finished a case and joined the squints out on the steps for some fresh air before they started paperwork. One of the assistants in the lab had taken their picture without their notice. Angela and Hodgins were sitting close together and were beaming, full of love; Zack was in the middle of an animated sentence; Cam was laughing; he and Bones, standing close together, almost touching. She was glowing with joy and he was glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes.

He sighed. She had been gone a while, now. Everything felt different when she wasn't here with him.

And he wondered how it came to down to this.

And that is the end of the prologue. Yes, I know it is short. I appreciate any kind of review. I would prefer if you give me criticism about my writing, to help me to improve.

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