At the mention of checking windows and Booth taking her arm Brennan nodded, for once she didn’t protest mostly because she wanted to ask what the hell was going on. She waited until they were out of the room before even starting to speak again, the tension in that room had been intense, whatever was down that basement..
Not that she would admit it but the first mention of a break in had reminded her, briefly, of when her father had been back in her life again and she had returned home to a pool of blood, the feeling of dread that hit her would be something she would never forget, something which she had come to realise at how easily that memory shifted to the surface.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Brennan whispered when she couldn’t keep her curiosity in anymore. “And who is ‘he’?” She added, she was more than just suspicious and the way everything had been spoken back in the room had put her on edge again, what if the person responsible was still in the house?