"Another letter from Tommy," muttered Temperance, cutting open a long, white envelope.

Angela rolled her eyes. "Must be Friday."

"You know, I don't really mind. Actually Tommy fascinates me."

"Bren, he's your stalker. He should creep you out. He creeps me out."

"Anthropologically, males who have a father who's a man in power – like Tommy's seems to be, based on his correspondence – tend to feel angered toward women who are successful and strong. Obviously my degrees, success as a novelist and work with the FBI places me in a Female Empowered zone that seems to trigger Tommy's need to exert himself as a male with threats meant to belittle and frighten me."

"I'm glad your stalker follows suit with your field observations," Angela quipped, laughing to herself at just how different her best friend was from pretty much anyone she had ever met. "Are you saving his letters?"

"All of them," Temperance replied, scanning the latest note. "Because he's just so—"

"Fascinating. I know. You said."

"Well, just look at this one! Here," she said, pointing to a place on the letter, another letter written in all magazine letters cut out. "He says I'm beautiful and special and he doesn't want anyone else to even look at me. It's sort of his idea of romance. Romance with a man in power. But here," she said, pointing to a section on the backside, "he says he's going to torture and kill me slowly."

"That is fascinating," Angela said sarcastically.

"It is! He seems both enamored and repulsed by me. He wants to love me. But he hates me," Temperance said, biting the corner of the newest letter, her mind fast at work at where Tommy fit into the social evolution of man.

Angela categorized him immediately into the 'psycho' category. "Have you mentioned Tommy to Booth?"

"I haven't actually," Temperance said.

"Why? I think as your partner, he would want to know."

"It's never come up during one of our cases."

"Because 'do you have a stalker?' is such a normal question that might come up during an investigation about dead people," Angela said. "Bren, you really should tell him. You have a legit, crazy stalker who's clearly obsessed with you and kind of seems dangerous based on his threats. Booth can give his letters to the FBI, they can trace where he's from, find out who he is and at least put a restraining order out there. Maybe more. I don't really know. Aside from Charlie Hoo in tenth grade, I haven't had a really good stalker experience to speak of."

"Seems like a big deal to make about a guy that's just writing me letters."

"Threatening letters."

"I enjoy reading them – though sometimes I'll admit it's disturbing."

"Brennan – he'd want to know."

Temperance sighed and looked down at the letter.

"Fine. Next time I see Booth, I'll tell him." Probably.