Booth knew exactly where Lavender was going. He didn't even have to guess. She was going to go back to the cafe she thought she still owned. He held onto it as long as he could before he became solely responsible for his son's well being. He had been fine with it to an extent, Lavender was gone. Selling the place had brought in a little extra cash where the FBI failed to do so, but now she was back and he didn't know how he was going to tell her it belonged to someone else now.
Leaving Parker asleep in his bedroom and making sure he was safe one last time, Booth made his way down to his crossover that was parked on the curbside of the complex. He turned the keys in the ignition and the car gently hummed to life. It was a comforting sound to Booth, even still in a strange world of mystic powers and demons to know that cars still worked the same; it was just comforting. No more to it then that. And maybe a guilty love between him and machinery. That was another story for another time. His mind was focused on the road ahead. It had been a while since he had gone back to the cafe, but all the turns were still second nature. He didn't even have to think where to go. He just let auto pilot take over in a directional sense of things.
Like clock work he arrived with no issue at the cafe that had turned Korean. It looked closed-except one open door. Which he gave a quiet and exasperated sigh. She was in there all right. Climbing out of his car, with his gun drawn he skillfully maneuvered toward the door. Checking for anything shifty, and then inside. There was no movement, nothing to suggest a threat. Still out of habit, Booth kept his gun out. He came upon the room where he spotted the familiar blond.
"Hey." He spoke out in a whisper and lowered his weapon, nodding his head toward the door behind him. "We need to get out of here. " His voice barely audible, but loud enough for her to hear.