It's been about 15 years since the current events of Bones. Brennan has a son now who is 14 and Christine is now a senior in high school.
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"Dr. Brennan?" An intern interrupts the anthropologists line of thought, "A body is being brought in now." The intern announces.
"Thank you." She mutters vaguely, squinting at her computer screen before closing it. She looks back and the intern is gone. She is met halfway to the platform by Angela, "Good morning," Brennan greets her best friend.
"Are you okay sweetie?" Angela prods.
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" She shrugs. She slides her card and walks onto the platform. She snaps on a pair of gloves and examines the clean bones on the table.
"You know what day it is, don't you." Angela tries to catch her friend's eyes.
"Of course I do, its Thursday," Brennan comments, she stares intently at the skull.
"It's also been a year since Booth went missing," Angela says, nodding.
"I know that," Brennan says under her breath, "Judging by the pelvis the victim is male," She says a bit louder, "The shape and size of the eye sockets suggest Caucasian.
"Are you alright Sweetie?" Asks, "It's a hard day, why are you even here?"
"Why are these bones clean?" She asks Dr. Saroyan as she steps onto the platform.
"They were found like this Dr. Brennan," Saroyan mutters, taken aback slightly by the question.
"Good," Brennan says with confidence, "Angela can get a facial reconstruction?" She looks up at Angela who is looking back at her. Angela is looking back at her, stunned but nods.
"Of course," She picks up the skull.
"I'll be back," Brennan addresses Saroyan. She catches up to Angela.
"You didn't answer my question," Angela states.
"I know Angela," Brennan says, "I am okay," She mutters, "Really." She adds when she catches her friend's worried eye.
"I'll have his face in less than an hour," Angela says.
"I know Angela," Brennan comments, "Do you think it could be…"
"Honey, you can't think like that." Angela shakes her head. They step into her office. "And besides, look at the skull, this guy doesn't have the right jawline."
"I hope you're right." She peers at the skull briefly.
"You do this with every male victim Brennan, you have to stay positive," Angela puts the skull on her desk. "Let me do the reconstruction and Ill call you as soon as I am done, it's my priority."
Brennan nods and leaves Angela to her work.
"Are you done yet?" Brennan exclaims as she storms into the room, "It's been an hour Angela."
"Sorry, sweetie I was just about to come and get you." Angela apologizes. "It's not booth." She brings up the face of the victim on the Angeletron, "It's David Freeman."
"No, I'm sorry Ange," Brennan shakes her head, "I'm a bit on edge and…"She starts to tear up, "and this victim seemed so close, I thought it might have been him."
Angela steps closer and reaches out her arms. Brennan falls into them and her face into Angela's shoulder. She sobs harder, "It's okay Brennan."
"It's not Angela," She continues to sob harder, "Statistically speaking booth is…" she gasps, "He's…" She can't complete the sentence.
"Forget statistics," Angela says, Brennan steps away from her, "Don't give me that Brennan, you know Booth is out there in your heart and that is all that matters."
"I know Angela." Brennan nods, wiping under here eyes.
"Go home," Angela commands, "Cam will understand, you have interns who can catalog the bone damage."
"I cant go home Angela," Brennan shakes her head, "What am I going to do at home?"
"Be with your kids?" Angela says, "I'm sure Christine has a Harvard application to fill out." She smiles.
Brennan grins, "She filled that out last week, but I'll go, I probably wouldn't be able to concentrate anyway."
"Have a good day Brennan, try and forgot all this." Angela rubs her arm. Brennan nods, agreeing with her.
"Mom." Christine climbs into the front seat, "Why aren't you at work?" She asks.
"I got off early," She nods and grips her steering wheel.
"Can you help me with my Cornell essay?" Christine asks.
"Of course," Brennan nods and smiles at her daughter, "There's your brother." She comments as a young man enters the back seat.
She looks at his face in the rear view mirror and her smile fades slightly. "Hey mom," he murmurs.
"Good afternoon Joe." Brennan says with a smile. She starts the car.
"It's been a year since dad disappeared," Joe breaks the silence in the car.
"Shut up Joe." Christine snaps.
"No, it's okay Christine," Brennan assures, "We cant ignore the fact that it happened."
"He's dead," Christine says, "Statistically…"
"Shut Up!" Joe yells, "Stop it with the statistics, don't you think he could be alive?"
"It's not possible." Christine argues back.
"Be quiet!" Brennan yells over them both. "I don't want to hear any more of this, please just stop." She pulls into the driveway and looks over them both, "I'm going to take a nap, no one bother me." She gets out of the car and slams the door behind her.
She throws herself on her bed and covers her eyes and falls into an uneasy sleep.