*Author's Note*

Hey guys! Sorry it's taken so long to start with this new story. I've been pretty busy with things. This one is going to be pretty different from my last one. Lots of action and emotion. Well enjoy!

Story Summary: When something happens to Booth and Bones their world is turned upside down. Horrifying experiences will change their lives forever but will it change their relationship too? An angst and romance filled Fanfic!

"Why Do Bad Things Happen?"

Chapter 1.

"Bones, we're going to catch him. I promise. Don't you trust me?"

Booth watched tears build up in Brennan's eyes. He tried convincing her that everything would be okay, but no amount of persuasion could wipe away her fears.

Bones and Booth had been working on a case for about 2 days now. It was the third day with no real leads, and Booth was getting restless. A forty two year old woman had gone missing and they were investigating. There had been signs of foul play. Bones wondered why she was on this trip, since there were no bones to play with, but she didn't ask. Instead her mind filled with memories each and every time she thought of the case.

She felt the warm musty air hit her fingertips, and then her palms. She felt her lungs closing in and her last breath becoming weaker. For a split second she felt hope. Bones didn't believe in faith, but this had to have been the closest thing to it. She had faith in Booth.

As she ran out of air, her mind clouded and began to lose consciousness. She felt a slight tingle in her hand as she felt her body being uprooted and the sand moving around her. She could no longer feel Hodgins at her side.

Bones still remembered how it felt when she took that first breath of fresh air.

She felt Booth's callused hands pulling her up and then her back hit the hot sand. Relief overwhelmed her as she opened her eyes. Booth was the first thing she saw when she did.

"Hey, Bones you in there?" Booth tapped on her temple as they drove.

"In where, Booth? It's physically impossible to be inside a-"

Booth interrupted her ramble when he began with his own.

"Bones, are you okay? You've been acting weird this whole ride." He watched her as she wiped her eyes when tears fell from them.

"That woman is gone, Booth. No one knows where she is." She turned away continuing, while looking out the window. "I just..can't stop thinking about what happened."

They both knew she was referring to when she had gotten buried alive. Even though it had been so long, the memory never faded. Booth was lost for words. At the time, he felt the best thing to do was to not talk at all.

He pulled over the car at the nearest parking lot and looked over at Bones. Her mascara ran down her face along with a trail of tears. His heart sank in his chest. Booth knew Bones was strong and he knew she was deeply hurting. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. He was shocked when she spoke.

"Booth, if god is real then why do bad things happen?"

Booth sat in deep thought before he answered. He couldn't believe he was answering for once.

"I don't have all the answers for you. But I do know that god works in mysterious ways. He never gives you anything you can't handle. It's just the way it is."

Brennan was satisfied with that answer, or at least it seemed that way to Booth. He took the car out of park, as he continued driving.

XXXXX

Brennan woke up to the sweet smell of coffee and eggs. She looked over to see Booth bringing a cup to his lips. He pulled it away to talk to her.

"Well hey there sleeping beauty. I stopped to get breakfast and you just fell asleep. I could tell you were wiped out, so I didn't wake you, but I saved you some." He put on his charming smile that she loved.

"Thanks," she half smiled as she reached for her cup of coffee. "Where is it we are going again?"

Booth pulled out a paper from his back pocket as he read to her.

"We are going to question our missing person's husband. His name is Todd Marx. Remember now?" He chuckled that she had forgotten.

She sighed as they pulled into the driveway. It was a rather large house, with glass windows stretching across the front. Bright blue shutters and door.

"Where are we, Booth?"

"Just outside of D.C. About twenty five miles," he answered as he knocked on the front door.

"What are you doing?"

Brennan looked over to see Booth trying to wipe something from her face.

"You had some breakfast on your face. Just trying to be helpful." He laughed as he knocked again.

The two waited a few more minutes before Booth wandered to look in one of the windows.

"Looks like no one lives here. No furniture or pictures. Just dust," he said looking into the window.

"Are you sure you have the right address?" Brennan questioned.

"Of course I'm sure, Bones. I don't get those kind of things-"

Booth was stopped mid-sentence as he motioned for Brennan to be silent.

"Hear that, Bones?"

She stood for a moment, completely still, before answering.

"Yeah, sounds like a saw or something?"

Booth chuckled at her mistake. "It's a hammer, Bones. Follow me"

They made their way to the backyard, following the noise.

The backyard was full of clutter and overgrown plants. When a person first looked at it, their attention was drawn to everywhere at once. Brennan was surprised at how different the front was from the back of the home. At another corner of the yard, a man was crouched down on the grass, his back towards them.

"We'd like you to answer a few questions regarding your wife, sir. I'm agent Booth from the FBI, and this is Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian. Booth spoke loudly and clearly as the large man stood up completely before facing them.

It seemed minutes went by before he replied.

"I am sorry to inform you that I can't do that, sir." The tone of his voice was mocking. "You see I haven't seen my wife for a few days. But should I just lie just to make you feel better?" A smirk played at the corner of his mouth.

"We will be asking the questions, Mr. Marx." Booth was angry. He had stubborn witnesses before, but this one was different. Maybe even like he was used to this. Used to the FBI coming to question him.

"Now could you please tell me when was the last time you saw your wife. Date and time, if you could manage." His tone was threatening.

Todd gave Booth a long hard look before answering politely.

"Thursday morning. I'd say around nine fifteen pm. She left for work around nine, but she returned because she forgot her wallet. Anymore questions?" This time is eyes were fixed on Bones.

"Well you see, sir, your wife never showed up for work on Thursday morning. You are, most likely, the last person she saw before disappearing, which makes you our number one suspect." Booth glared at Marx, as he spoke.

"I have nothing to hide, agent Booth." His tone was short and sarcastic.

"So you wouldn't mind if we took a look around then would you?" Booth raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Well, you don't happen to have a warrant for that do you? Because I know very well that you need one of those to go snooping around someone's private property. You should just be happy I'm answering your questions right now." The three of them stood silent, while Booth glared down at Marx. He remained that way for a long few minutes, before gesturing Brennan to the car.

Booth slammed the door to his SUV shut as he quickly drove off.

Brennan wondered why he was so angry. Things like this had happened before, but he never acted out like this. She thought she would've had to break up a fight back there in the yard.

"Booth, he was right. We don't have a warrant, and we had no right to make him answer those questions." She looked innocent and confused at his mood.

"I don't care if we had a warrant or not, Bones. Something is up with that man, if you could even call him that." He looked disgusted.

"I probably would have done the same thing. I wouldn't want people going through my personal belongings either." She was trying to make things better, but only added fuel to the fire.

"Bones, whose side are you on here? We are trying to find this woman, who could still be out there. You would think he would at least try to help with this investigation. It's is own wife and he has to be a jack ass? If it were you, I'd personally be out there looking for you, and I wouldn't sleep until I found you." Brennan could tell that he was slightly embarassed at what he had said. "He looks suspicious, Bones." His face looked exasperated and angry. Bones didn't know what to say, because he was right and she knew it.

Bones was flattered at his comment about her. She wanted to cheer him up, or to at least help him be more optimistic about the whole thing.

"I'm confident we will find her, Booth. I don't like to jump to conclusions, but with our experience it's very likely. Also we can't jump to anything. This woman could just have ran away. Or she could be staying with a friend, but we can't assume the worst. We have to keep our minds open." She let out a long sigh. Neither of them talked for the rest of the way.

They made it to the Jeffersonian a few hours later. Booth and Brennan were at a standstill in the case. They had no real leads or any signs of Jeanne Marx.

Booth lay across the couch in Bone's office, half asleep, as Bones sat at her desk. It had been about four hours since they had left the Marx home.

Booth was alarmed when his phone rang. The room was, for the most part, silent before then.

"Booth," he answered into his phone.

A look of horror washed over his face. Without saying anything else, he closed his cell.

Brennan waited in anticipation as to see what he had to say.

"Jeanne Marx was found. She's dead"