A/N- There are several things you need to know about this story before you start to read.

1. It is a sequel to my story 'Silent Mistakes' ... No, you don't HAVE to read Silent Mistakes before you read this, but you could... and if you do, let me know what you think. ;)

2. This is absolutely, positively, without a doubt... NOT in chronological order. It is a series of oneshots that follow the B&B relationship in their 'Post Silent Mistakes' glory. Don't ask for it to be in chronological order, it will never be in chronological order, and I will not accept requests for it to be in chronological order. If it's confusing... i'm sorry... You can purchase a calendar at your local calendar store and figure out the timing if you'd like... There will be indicators of the approximate time in each update... but really... does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care?

3. Read and Review at your convenience...

4. Love you. :)

Love and Sid,

PJ.

Twister

The wind howled outside angrily, sending the rain barreling into the window pane like pellets from a rifle. So loud and disturbing, that the sound of the door creaking open slowly was barely heard.

"Mama?" A voice whispered through the room, soft and frightened. "Mama?"

Brennan was roused not by the storm, but the fear in the voice of the little boy at her door. She flinched at the gust of wind that slammed into the window. "Benji?"

Instead of answering, the four year old ran at full speed and launched himself onto the bed, crawling quickly toward the pillows, clinging to his mother with clenched fists. Brennan's arms wrapped protectively around him.

"It's alright, baby." She whispered.

He mumbled something into her and she struggled to hear it, simply feeling his fingernails digging into her a little more. "What was that?" She asked, trying to pry his fingertips from her skin. "Baby, I can't hear you."

"Don't let her get me." He cried.

"Don't let who get you? Benji, what are you talking about?"

Booth rolled over to face his wife and child, and in the flashes of lighting, she caught his concerned glance as the little boy cried into his mother's shoulder. "What is it?" He whispered, his eyes moving to the window and back to the boy. "The storm?"

"Sweetheart, are you afraid of the lightning and thunder?"

He shook his head against his mother, tears wetting her t-shirt as he cried. "No."

"Benji, what are you so afraid of? You can tell mama."

"Don't let her take me." He sobbed again.

"Benjamin, I don't know what you mean." Brennan whispered. "Don't let who take you?"

"The witch!" He exclaimed. He looked up and in the lightning flash, she could see his terrified expression. The wind howled against the window, sending more rain slamming against the side of the house.

"The witch?" Brennan asked, looking to Booth. She could feel her own fear of the storm starting to churn her stomach, but she kept her fear at bay. Holding her son in her arms was something she found quite soothing against the violence of a storm, the perfect deterrent of irrational fears. "Booth, he…"

"The Wizard of oz, Bones." Booth grinned.

"The L. Frank Baum story?" She asked, still holding her trembling son. "I don't think a story book is going to calm his fears, Booth."

"No." Booth shook his head. "He thinks the witch is coming to get him, like the movie. Bones, the storm." He said, carefully rubbing his son's back. "Hey, pal." Booth said, kissing the boy's head. "You don't have to worry about witches getting in here."

"There's a witch outside my room, Daddy." Benji said, sniffling as his mother held him. His eyes were wide, and his expression was solemn and challenging. "I heard her telling me she's going to get me."

"Sweetheart, that was just a movie." Brennan said. Benji shook his head. "It wasn't real."

"I saw it." He replied. "I saw the witch outside my window. Don't you believe me, mama?" He asked.

This time, her gaze was challenged by two sets of eyes. Both Benjamin and Booth were now looking at her curiously. She could see by the challenge in his eyes that he was just on the cusp of asking her if she believed the boy too.

So she took the challenge. "Do you want to show me where this witch is?" She asked. "And I will tell her that you are my little boy, and that she can't have you."

"What if she doesn't listen?" Benji whispered.

"Then we'll let her take daddy." She winked, and the little boy let out a giggle. "Let's go see if we can find this witch." She said, pulling her feet from the bed, she slid from the sheets. Benjamin clung to her and she lifted him, letting him wrap his legs around her securely. "Are you coming with us?" She asked Booth.

"You two are ready to sacrifice me." He said, his voice sounding faux defensive. "I'll stay here and make sure the witch doesn't come in here."

"Are you sure, Daddy?" Benji asked.

A loud clap of thunder, made all three of them jump. "On second thought..." Booth said, throwing the covers to the side, he climbed from the bed and followed, holding his son's gaze as they ventured down the dark hallway together.

Benji held his mother tightly, their steps sneaking slowly as if they were expecting to sneak up on someone waiting in the room. As they turned the corner, the dim light of the little football nightlight in the wall greeted them. The wind was still howling angrily, and the tree near Benji's window waved in the shadow of the lightning, giving the impression of long fingernails swaying in the breeze. "See Mommy!" He said excitedly, not so much afraid anymore with his parents at his side. "See the witch?"

Brennan stopped and gasped, playing along with her son's imagination for a moment. She heard Booth's chortled laugh, watching her from the doorway. "Go away, you witch." She said sternly.

"Yeah! You don't know what you're messin' with!" Benjamin exclaimed, his chest puffing with pride.

"That's right…" She said definitively, stepping closer to the window. Benji closed his eyes and pressed his face against his mother's shoulder, afraid of what they would find when they reached the window.

"Mama, don't go any farther, she might grab me from you."

"You think I'd let go?" She asked, feigning shock.

"No." He said, looking up. He saw his father standing quite amused at the doorway. "Daddy, tell the witch to go away." He said.

"I think you guys are doing a pretty good job." He smiled. "Is she still there?" He asked, moving toward the window, Benji hid his face again, concerned that his daddy would be the next victim of that wicked witch. He looked up after a moment, watching his father in the window.

"Is she gone?" He whispered.

Booth looked out of the window, blowing his warm breath against the pane of glass, he ran his finger over the glass. "Hey Ben, I think she wrote you a note over here…" He said.

Benji looked up, seeing the bit of steam on the window, he glanced to Brennan. She shrugged and he nodded, allowing her to walk toward the window. He held her tightly, and tried to be brave, glancing to the words that were on the window. "What does that say?" He asked.

"What does it look like?" Booth asked, watching his son look at the window curiously, his brow furrowed.

"That's my name." He whispered. "The witch knows my name." Recognizing the letters on the window pane.

"It says…'Bye, bye , Benji.'" Brennan said, glancing to Booth, she smiled.

"Bye bye?" Benji asked.

"Yep… I think she left…" Booth nodded, still seeing the tree swaying, he looked out the window and pressed nose against it. Brennan moved close and Benji did the same, pressing his nose against the window beside his father. "Do you see her?" He asked.

"Nope." Benjamin replied. "Mama?"

"Yes?"

"Let's go check your window in your room, too" He said, looking up at her. "Just in case."