A/N: This is the second story in my multi-story series. I am making Brennan a little O/C this time around. I cannot imagine with everything she has been through with Booth, she would not eventually meltdown. So I hope you enjoy this as much as you all did my last one! You don't need to read the first story to get this one.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's and this crappy keyboard that made me miss a couple of letters in my last story. You can have the keyboard....

Chapter 1

It was still early when Seeley Booth arrived at the J. Edgar Hoover building. He had meetings and evaluations scheduled most of the day. He and his partner Dr. Temperance Brennan have not been busy at all. Not that crime had stopped, they were not being sent to the field. He sighed. He preferred being in the field but he knew the constant training he got kept him sharp. Heck, he thought of the Hoover as his very own Hall of Justice or sometimes his Fortress of Solitude. He smiled as he thought about Bones and what she would think of his thoughts at that moment. She would not understand the significance of those two places. She would simply have an anthropological explanation that would melt most people's brains. He would smile and nod. It was her genius and his brawn that made them such a great team.

She was still recuperating from two gunshots she had gotten when they were attacked at the home of Senator Adler and his family. She had taken those bullets protecting the Senator's two children. And after six long weeks of recuperation at home, she is back talking to the bodies they investigate. They were one of the most effective teams the FBI had in the field currently. Unfortunately, her return coincided with his yearly evaluations.

She had passed her gun test last week with flying colors and she was now able to carry an FBI issued weapon, thanks to his dear friend and colleague, Special Agent Felicia Adler. Felicia went over his head after Bones had killed a suspect protecting Felicia's step daughter from being raped and killed. He just hoped she didn't try to shoot him again. He truly didn't have a problem with her carrying a weapon. She was a great shot. He just wanted to protect her, not the other way around. He was old fashioned that way.

Grabbing his coffee from the kitchen on the floor he was on, he realized he was thinking a lot about his partner lately. Somewhere during their four year partnership, he fell in love with Temperance Brennan. He also knew since her shooting he had to tell her. He had in fact told her. Bones was unconscious at the time. Now was the time. He and Caroline Julian had discussed it at length. They weren't entirely sure on the rules but Caroline said she was willing to go to bat for him to let them be partners and lovers with whoever had a problem with it. Tonight he was going to discuss this with Bones. Tonight he fully intended to admit his feeling for her to her.

It was a Friday night and neither had to work this weekend. His son, Parker, was with his mother all weekend. He hoped he would be able to show her how many different ways they could break the laws of physics. He had noticed a definite change in her since her shooting. She was a lot less resistant to his overtures. It was only then he decided he probably wouldn't get rejected.

Glancing at his watch, he realized he had enough time to call Bones, run to his office and make it to his next meeting. Grabbing his cell phone from his pocket, he dialed the number he knew he could dial in his sleep.

"Hey Bones, how are things?" He asked as he heard her greeting.

"Fine, Booth. Going crazy, yet?" She asked as she heard his voice.

"Just about. This is my own yearly hell week. And it is over in just under five hours."

"Excellent. You have Parker this weekend?" She asked.

"Nope. I was going to ask you what your plans were tonight."

"I was going to work on a couple chapters of my new book. Why?"

"I have something I need to discuss with you. Wanna do it over Thai takeout?" He said as he was rounding the corner to his office.

"Sure. Is anything wrong?" She asked, concerned.

"No, I just want to talk to you about something." He told her as he came into his office.

"Ok. Your place or mine?"

"Mine about seven?" He said absently, frowning at the strange box on his desk.

"Ok. What's wrong Booth?" Brennan asked, noticing his change in his voice.

"Nothing. Someone put a box on my desk. I'm just trying to figure out where it's from." He said looking around it without touching it.

"Where is it from?"

"I have no idea. That's what I am trying to figure out." He said, picking it up. As he touched it he heard, a click. "Crap."

"Booth, what's going on?" She said, stopping her examination of the skeleton in front of her.

"Everyone clear out. Bomb." She heard him say.

"Booth. Booth. Booth." She repeated, each time getting louder.

He never heard her. A loud noise filled her ears and then a sudden silence. She fell to her knees as she began to realize what was going on. She never felt the building shake or the people who rushed around her when they came to see why she was shouting.

"What's going on, people?" Dr. Cam Saroyan asked running onto the platform.

"We're not sure. I was walking by and she was on the phone, shouting." Angela Montenegro told her boss. "I came to find out what happened and she dropped to her knees.

"Dr. Hodgins?" Cam asked.

"She was talking to Booth. He called her and then what Angela said." Jack Hodgins told her. "Did anyone else feel the building shake?"

"He said Bomb." Brennan said absently.

"What, sweetie?" Angela asked.

"He said bomb, oh god." Brennan repeated as she began to empty the contents of her stomach onto the platform.

They all looked on alarmed as Dr. Brennan's began to sob through her heaves.

"I'm going to check on that. Get someone to clean that up and take Dr. Brennan to her office."

"Come on, sweetie. Lets get you cleaned up." Angela said helping her up and leading her to her office.

Angela was shocked at Bren's behavior. She had never seen her act this way before. She was almost catatonic. She remembered when Booth was "dead" before, Brennan acted weirder than she normally acted but she went on. Often without food or sleep but she really didn't change. Much.

"Dr. Saroyan just called me here. Oh, Tempe." Max Keenan said coming into the office and taking his daughter into his arms.

She never stiffened and her sobs became harder as she melted into her father's embrace. He had been working there for several months, doing experiments with some of the younger visitors to the Jeffersonian.

"What happened?" Max asked Angela, as he soothed his daughter.

"She was talking to Booth and all of a sudden she started shouting his name into her phone. She told us he said bomb." Angela answered, tears in her eyes.

"Holy Mother of God. Has anyone gotten a hold of him yet?"

"I've tried but it goes to voicemail."

"This is not good." He said, looking pointedly at Tempe. "I haven't seen her like this since she was a child."

"I've known her for most of her adult life and I've never seen this before."

"I just got off the phone with Felicia Adler. Apparently, there has been some sort of explosion at the Hoover. They are investigating now. They are sending someone over to talk to Dr. Brennan. She may have witnessed something." Cam told them.

"So that's why the building shook like that. We are close enough to feel the force of the explosion." Hodgins said following in his boss.

"I don't think she can handle it right now." Max told them.

"She may not have a choice. This has the possibility to be another 9/11." Cam told them gravely.

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This was a very, very bad day, Special Agent Felicia Adler thought, strolling into the Jeffersonian. Moments after the explosion at the Hoover, she received a call from Cam Saroyan saying Dr. Brennan was hysterical and was on the phone with Booth at the time of the explosion. No sooner had she hung up the phone her Assistant Director, Booth's Assistant Director and the Director of the FBI put her in charge of the investigation. She then got her teams together, gave orders and left for the Jeffersonian. She was going to interview Dr. Brennan herself. She had, on the way over, called her husband and let him know she was fine and he would see her in a couple of days. They both knew an investigation of this magnitude would take up every waking moment and non-waking moment. Sleep would be nonexistent.

"Felicia, bad day?" Cam asked as Felicia walked into the Medico-Legal lab.

"You have no idea. How's Dr. Brennan?" Felicia asked with concern.

"Not good. She has been crying for most of the last hour. Her father and Angela are with her."

"Her father?" Felicia asked with a raised eyebrow.

"He works here. I called him before you." She answered.

"Let me see if I can get anything from her." She said. "And before we leave, I need to speak with your entire team. I want you guys to work with me to catch the son of a bitch who did this."

Cam nodded and walked toward her office. Felicia strolled purposely toward's Brennan's office. Booth had brought her here about a week ago to pick up Brennan for lunch. She had never been here and was thoroughly impressed by what she saw. It was part of the reason she wanted their help. They were better than her own forensics unit.

She slowed as she saw the scene in Dr. Brennan's office. Brennan was curled up, sobbing, in an older man's arms. Near but not quite sat Angela Montenegro. It broke her heart. It also made what she was about to do so much harder.

"Hello." Felicia said as she knocked on the office door.

"Hey Felicia." Angela said flatly.

"Hi, I'm Special Agent Felicia Adler and you are?"

"I'm Max Keenan. Tempe is my daughter." Max answered.

"How is she?" Felicia asked sitting down on a chair across from them.

"Not good. What's going on?"

"I'm not sure. Will she talk or am I wasting my time?"

"What do you need, Felicia?" Brennan asked speaking for the first time in an hour.

"Sweetie, you don't need to do this. They can wait." Angela said, shooting an angry glance at Felicia.

"I'll be fine." Brennan answered.

"Here, honey, blow your nose." Max gently commanded handing her a tissue.

"Thanks, Dad. What do you need to know?" Brennan asked, wiping her eyes and nose.

"You were talking to Booth?"

"Yes."

"What about?" Felicia prodded.

"He called to check up on me. He also said he wanted to discuss something with me tonight. He was walking to his office. He was happy his hell week, as he called it was almost over."

Crap, Felicia thought, Booth was going to tell her how he felt about her tonight. He had told her he was going to.

"He then said he had a package on his desk and he was checking it out. All of a sudden he swore, I heard him say clear out, bomb. There was a loud noise and the cell phone lost connection." Brennan was crying in earnest again.

"Shhh. You did good, sweetheart. You did real good." Max said comforting his daughter again. "How bad?"

"Very. We've had very few survivors. It was a huge explosion." Felicia answered gravely.

"Whatever I can do to help, I will. I have contacts that may be able to help and I have some expertise in this field."

"I know and if it comes to that, I'll ask. Too many dead not to."

"Booth's body?" Brennan asked.

"We don't know anything. I know nothing. I saw pictures from a robot. Its partially why I am here. I need a place for an office and I want the Jeffersonian to help me with the forensics. I need you guys to catch the bastards that did this."