"Sweetie there is someone who wants to see you,"
"Someone?"
"A man. He says that he's sorry, and that you should forgive him,"
This spikes her interest.
"What does he look like?"
"Blonde hair, big blue eyes, he's over six feet. He's well built, sweetie he's gorgeous,"
"Did you happen to get a name?"
"Alex Marshall," she answers as Temperance stares at her computer screen.
Her head slowly looks up. Her eyes lock with Angela's. Angela notices the unusual look in Temperance's eyes. She realizes that the look is fear.
"Have security escort him off the premises,"
"Don't you think you're being a little bit harsh? He seems nice, and he's so hot,"
"Looks aren't everything Ange, they can be very deceiving,"
"Are you serious about the security thing?"
"Yes. Tell them if they see him around her again to alert the local authorities,"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes,"
"Ok," Angela agrees and slinks out of the room.
A few minutes later she returns. She notices that Temperance is visibly shaken.
"Are you going to explain?"
"Not right now,"
"Do you need me to do anything?"
"Get Booth. I'm not stepping out of this office until he's here,"
"Ok," Angela agrees.
Half an hour later Angela returns with Agent Booth.
"What's going on Bones?"
"I need you to stay with me,"
"What?"
"Do not leave me for a second," she tells him.
"I don't understand,"
"You're not going anywhere. Wherever you go I go, and vice versa,"
"Why?"
"Either do it or give me a gun," she replies.
"What?"
"You heard me," she answers.
"What has you so weirded out?"
"Do you have plans for tonight?"
"No why are you asking me on a date?" he semi-jokes.
"You're going to be staying with me,"
"Why?"
"Because I need you,"
"Bones can you please explain to me what's going on?"
Still standing in the doorway Angela answers for her knowing that she won't do it for herself, "This guy came in to see her. When I told her who it was she told me to tell security to have him escorted off the premises. After I told security that she told me to get you,"
"Who is this guy? Is it a serial killer? A mob man?"
"I don't know. He's a total stud named Alex Marshall,"
"Bones do you know this guy?"
Her eyes never meet his. She stares at her shoes as she answers, "Obviously."
"What is going on? Who is this guy?" Angela quizzes.
"It's not important," Temperance answers.
"Are you afraid of him?" Booth questions.
"Sort of. He's just not a good guy... the opposite actually,"
"How do you know him sweetie?"
"We went to college together,"
"Anything else?" Angela presses.
Temperance clams up.
"So you're actually asking me to protect you?"
"Yes," she unhappily.
"Are you hungry? Do you want to go to lunch?"
"Can you find me a mask?"
"There are lots of old masks laying around here I'm sure that I can,"
"Booth I think that she was joking,"
He looks at her. She looks up at him with a brief grin. He rolls his eyes and offers her a hand. She takes it, and he pulls her up.
Nearly an hour later he finds himself staring at her as she stares blankly into a bowl of soup.
"You're soup is going to get cold," he tells her.
This doesn't register with her. She continues to stare into the soup. He puts his hand over top of the bowl.
"What are you thinking about so hard over there?"
She looks up at him. She debates lying, but chooses to tell the truth, or at least a shade of it. After some thought she finally answers, "Marriage."
"How it's an antiquated ritual?" he questions.
"Exactly," she admits.
"Why do you have such strong feelings towards marriage?"
"I've just noticed that it rarely works out,"
"But isn't it better to have loved and lost than never loved at all?"
"You can do that without getting married,"
"Have you ever thought about getting married?"
"No," it wasn't a total lie.
"Do you think that you'll ever get married?" he questions her already knowing her answer.
"No," she replies confidently.
"Why not?"
"I just... marriage is stupid," she counters.
"I like the first grade reasoning skills that you have today,"
"Your view of marriage is idealistic," she tells him.
"Why is that?"
"You've never been married,"
"Neither have you,"
There is silence. She slurps some soup and makes a sour face.
"It's cold isn't it?" he raises an eyebrow.
She nods.
"So what do you have against this Alex guy?"
"I... we kind of have a past,"
"Is he a stalker or something like that?"
"Yeah or something,"
"So can I run a background check on him?"
"Sure but you won't find anything,"
"How can you be so sure?"
"His dad is richer than daddy Warbucks,"
"What?" he asks in shock because of the pop culture reference.
"His dad has deep pockets," she tells him hoping that will be more clear.
"No I got it, I just am surprised,"
"I've seen Annie. I was obsessed with it for a while. I told my dad that I wanted a dog named Sandy for Christmas,"
"Ironic,"
"What?"
"You were obsessed with Annie who was an orphan,"
"So?"
"You later became an orphan,"
"Oh,"
"So are you serious about me staying with you tonight?"
"As a heart attack,"
"Why?"
"I... I don't... I can't... I can't explain it,"
"Can't because you don't know how, or because you don't want to?"
"Both," she recognizes.
"Can you stay with me tonight?"
"Why?"
"Because I've got Parker tonight,"
"Sure, but I'll still have to swing by my apartment to get some clothes,"
"Ok,"
"Does Parker like macaroni and cheese?"
"Bones he's six,"
"Is that relevant somehow?"
"All six year olds like macaroni and cheese. Why do you ask?"
"I thought since you're letting me stay with you the least I could do was cook for you,"
"Ok. It saves me from buying pizza,"
"What? How?"
"Parker has been on this big pizza kick lately. He expects pizza every time I have him,"
"I can make pizza,"
"You can?"
"Yes. You seem that I know anything about cooking,"
"You're just... don't take this the wrong way, but you aren't really domestic," he tells her.
"I can cook,"
"Ok. So after we swing by your place do you want to stop at the store?"
"Yeah. What does Parker like on his pizza?"
"Pepperoni, and sausage,"
"So meat?"
"Yeah pretty much,"