Booth knew something was immediately wrong as soon as his mobile rang and noticed the number was Angela. Picking it up off his desk and quickly pressing it to his ear, hoping that it was good news.
"Booth, its Angela. We need you over here. It's about Bren."
"What about her?" he questioned, anxiety suddenly washing over him as mental images flooded his mind of Brennan injured in hospital or worse dead.
"She's been acting strange all day. We haven't been able to talk to her at all, after examining the remains this morning she's been locked in her office until I knocked on her door to let her know it was her break. Without talking or looking at me she just walked out and she's been sitting in the rain for twenty minutes or so just staring blankly into space." Angela explained and Booth could sense the worry in Angela's voice. He couldn't help but swear under his breath, he'd been so busy with paperwork and interrogating the last suspects for a case he hadn't been able to talk to h