I really don't know how long this fic is going to be. It depends where it takes me. Enjoy, review, and if ANYONE has ideas, just shout 'em out! I don't own anything.

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Seeley Booth jogged along his normal route. He never ran with music because the people in his neighborhood mostly consisted of senior citizens who were always looking for 'a strapping young lad' to help with this or that. He couldn't help it, he liked playing the hero.

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, and there wasn't a cloud in the big blue Boston sky. Turning right and into the Commons, Seeley jogged around the pond and then stopped, out of breath at a bench by the water. He sat down and took a swig of the water bottle he carried before dumping half of it on his head. As he sat there panting, he observed his bench-mate.

She was very pretty. He saw that she was clutching a black garbage bag. She looked lost and lonely, so Seeley put on his best charm smile and asked,

"Where are you from?"

The girl looked up in surprise. Her eyes, a deep blue, told him that she was wary of strangers. "I don't know anymore." She answered softly, meeting his gaze.

Seeley cocked his head at the girl. "What state? What city?" He prodded.

"Chicago, Illinois. I used to live there. I've also lived in Portland, Oregon; Atlanta, Georgia; and Baltimore, Maryland." She rattled off all of these places like they never meant anything to her.

"Wow, your family moves a lot, huh?" Seeley asked. It seemed like such an innocent sentence, yet it brought tears to the girl's eyes. "Hey, I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong?" He asked, scooting closer to her.

"I don't have a family." She answered, shaking her head and laughing in spite of herself. "I'm just the type of person who doesn't get to be in a family." She smiled sadly and looked over at Seeley.

"Hey," Seeley said soothingly, "There is more than one type of family..." She smiled sadly again. Seeley scooted closer again so that their shoulders now touched lightly. "What's your name?" He asked.

Her eyes went wide and she shook her head. "I don't think-"

"Tell you what. You tell me something you are interested in and I'll come up with a nickname."

She thought for a moment. "I want to be a forensic anthropologist someday."

"A what?"

"They work with bones to help the FBI solve murder cases. Sometimes they identify ancient bones too." At his questioning look, she added. "I've done my Googling."

"Ok, Bones." He grinned.

"What?"

"Bones. That's what I'll call you since you want to work with bones... You're really not going to tell me even your first name?" He sighed when she glared at him.

"I'm not as scary as I look." Seeley joked. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'm Booth, Seeley Booth." He held out his hand, and she shook it, chuckling.

"Is that like James, James Bond?" She asked. Booth laughed.

"No Bones, it's Bond, James Bond."

She scrunched up her face in confusion and said, "I don't know what that means."

"Forget it, Bones. Where are you staying?" She opened her mouth, then shut it again. "You don't have a place to stay?" He asked. She shook her head shyly. "You could stay with me for a few days, if you need a place to stay. I live with my family in a small house in the suburbs." Bones was biting her lower lip, thinking it over.

"I..I just met you. I... am not very good with guys. They just don't understand. It's easier to just... I have to go." She got up and started to walk away.

"Wait!" Booth said, jogging to keep up with her. He stepped in front of her, stopping her. "What won't I understand?"

What could it hurt? I will probably never see him again. Bones thought. She sighed and sat down on another bench. Booth sat beside her, waiting patiently. "My parents left two years ago. My brother, Russ... he left too. They all disappeared. I get a note from Russ for every birthday, though." She smiled at the thought.

"I was 15, and it was just before Christmas. We woke up one morning and they were gone. I was stuck in the foster system, and was shuffled around a lot. No one wanted an unemotional teenager. So after my last-" she shut her eyes and gulped. "-foster father turned out to me a murdering rapist, I skipped town. I snuck onto the first plane with a large family and hid out all the way to here. All I know is that I'm not going back." She finished her story, and looked over at Booth, who was smirking.

"So you're telling me you stowed away on a plane to Boston and then decided to wander the Commons for the fun of it?"

"Boston! I'm in Boston?!" she exclaimed.

"Yep. Didn't you check at the airport?" he asked.

"I was too busy escaping security to notice where the heck I was. Boston... no wonder the flight was so long!..."

"If you won't accept my offer of a place to stay, will you at least accept an offer for dinner? You must be hungry..." He offered, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. She sighed.

"I am a bit hungry..."

"Come on, it's a bit of a walk." He stood and held out his hand, which she took. They walked off together, chatting about this and that, bickering about small things.

I hope I'm doing the right thing by trusting him... she thought.