Brennan sat at her desk filling out the most recent paper work on the newest case. Marie Vescallary found in a warehouse with a newborn. Stabbed then wrapped in plastic. Her baby left at her side to die. Sitting in the sun had melted the plastic onto her skin and become a second skin. The baby, Mark Vescallary, was sent to his grandparents' house after the case had been solved. As an act of treason for not having joint custody for the baby, the boyfriend had killed her when she refused to sign the papers. Someone came and found the body before he could take the child. The paper she was writing on was beginning to be soaked before she realized she was crying. She pushed away from the desk and tried to get up before Booth had come in to help her.

"What's wrong? Is it the case?" He asked as she helped her out of the chair and hugs her as she gently cried on his shoulder.

"No it-it's the hormones i was simply filling out the paperwork." She said as she pulls back a little and looks at his face. Hers is reddening from the tears. He wipes her face with his thumb and lets her stand there steady before he grabs the paperwork that was soaking wet from tears and the ink running. Booth threw it away as she goes to sit down on the couch in her office. Her tears already somewhat dried.

"I came in to tell you that we have a case." He said as he came back over to sit on the couch.

"So soon?" She look up with question, "we just solved this one cant the FBI take a look at it."

"That's just it. It wasn't from the FBI." He puts on his charm smile.

"You look happy should I as well? I'm confused." She looks up at him with even more question.

"This came from New York. The homicide department called us in to see if we are available to help them." He gets up and helps her as well.

"Well," She expects him to continue.

"They called asking if we could come out to help with a case unable to identify the victim they asked for you and the squints." He looks at her and turns to walk out.

"Sounds fun but the FBI won't let me go with how pregnant I am." she follows him out to the lab.

"Not for the case, no but don't you have some vacation coming up?"

"Yes, but how is that relevant." They walk out to his car.

Smiles at her. Her obliviousness is one of the things he loves about her. I look over at her as we drive home her looking back at me with a blank look.

"What?"

"You can use those days to go solve the murder and they won't suspect anything. They were redirected directly to me."

"Oh," She says almost instantly, "I knew that."

He smiles at her and gently kisses her forehead, "of course you did."

Ryan gets off the phone with the agent, "they'll be here in a couple of days they need to get cleared to go." He says as he gets up from his desk and over to Esposito's. "Got any leads?"

"No, nothing we still don't have an ID either." He sits back in his chair and rubs his face with his hand. This was a difficult case. No leads, no ID, we might as well just hand it over to the FBI. Beckett would kill us for that this looks like the same guy who shot her. She wasn't going to let it slip out to the FBI.

"Beckett's not going to like that." Ryan says. "We need something, can Lanie get any prints anything there has to be something." He leans back up to stand and grabs a chair.

"She's tried there is nothing for her to restore or even to get some remains of a print, it's too little." He looks at the screen a little longer thinking it might give him the answers. Ryan taps his shoulder.

"Hey come on its late and I bet Lanie is pretty grumpy working this late as well I would go save her." Ryan smiles and walks to the elevator.

Esposito grumbles and realizes just how late it was. 1:30. Lanie would be livid. He walks down to the morgue and walks through the doors.

"Lanie, come on its late you need your sleep." He says as he walks up behind her.

"Are you saying that I have bags?" She quips as he comes up beside her.

"No, I'm saying everyone princess needs their beauty sleep." Smiles saving himself.

"Ha." She says sarcastically and hugs him and takes her gloves off.

"Now will you come on?" He says as he wraps his arm around her waist and guides her to the door.

"If you're not careful you might end up like this guy." Motions to the body (or what's left) on the autopsy table.

"Esh." Laughs and we walk out.

Beckett walks around her apartment to the door of her room. Gun in hand. Just earlier she was in her room when she heard her door close. No one else lived with her not since she dumped Josh. She was making sure no one would hear her. She opens her door gently and looks out. No one. She keeps walking and turns the corner and yells, "Freeze and put up your-"

She stops mid-sentence to see Castle standing frozen and scared half to death.

"What are you doing in my apartment?" She doesn't lower her weapon.

"Well I would feel more comfortable explaining without a trigger happy cop ready to fire." He says with some play but is truly terrified. Beckett lowers her weapon and inch but it is still at her side.

"So are you going to spill?"

He calms down and nods," you forgot our badge and I knew you were going to flip when you saw that so I came to give it back. I thought I could just come in and set it down on the counter without you knowing but the door got jammed so I had to slam it. Sorry and now here I am."

"How did you unlock my door?"

He clears his throat almost proudly and pulls out a bobby pin. "I learn from the best."

She sighs and puts her gun away and coming back to grab her badge and grabs the bobby pin. "Really? I could have shot you."

He gulps. "Yea I knew that."

She sighs again and rolls her eyes but can't help but chuckle.

He smiles as she chuckles. "So can I go home I told Alexis that I went to the store for a bag of chips? She might not know here I was really heading but she is very smart she might know where I am."

She nods. "Yes I see no harm in having you go home unscathed, but next time you sneak up on me like that i will shoot you." The look on his face says it all and she smiles can't help the fact she got her reaction intended.

He scurries off and she shuts the door quietly. He's right it did get jammed; she thought if he tried to get out he couldn't. I'll tell the manager in the morning.

A/N so what did you think short good too off the wall come one throw me a bone (hehehehe)