Greetings! So, we've come up with another story to write together, and we couldn't wait for The Ghost in the Baby to be completed before posting, so here goes. We hope you enjoy. We also would appreciate if you didn't jump ahead of us in the story as we've got lots planned ;) We love enthusiasm, but it makes it hard to have surprises lol. Without further ado, I Love Kol Miakelson & FictionWriter91 Productions present: The Siblings in the Foster Home.

September 24, 2010

Seeley Booth was tired. He tossed down his cell phone, feeling disgruntled. Rebecca had been rambling on about nothing again. All he had asked was if he got to have Parker that weekend. That was all. She went off on a tangent and basically implied that no, he will not be getting Parker unless he had an attitude change. An attitude change! What the hell did that even mean? Booth sighed roughly. Ever since their divorce, he was finding more and more that he had no idea why he had even married her. They had seen that stick show they were having a baby, and instinct just kicked in, so he proposed. In all honesty, he had been shocked that she had said yes. The first three years had been great. The next two were a bit difficult. He had been working a lot and so had she. They barely had time for each other. Then there were Parker's needs. The last three years had been utter hell. A lot of mean things had been said. None could be taken back. The last year was spent working out a divorce and a custody plan. Because Rebecca is Mom, she got full custody, much to Booth's chagrin. Parker was nine years old for God's sake. He should get to have a say if he wanted to see his Dad or not. Booth stood and went over to the fridge, pulling out a beer. He looked at it briefly, wondering what he was doing. Was this how he coped now? He recalled another person in his lifetime that coped this way. Feeling sick, he put the beer back. He would not become like his father. Not if he could help it. His phone rang again, and he gave it a glance. It was a number he had been hoping to see. Feeling his spirits lift, he answered.

Two Days Prior

Temperance Brennan wiped her brow, feeling the sweat stick to her arm. The sun was beating on her hard. She smiled to herself. This was where she loved to be. Nothing made her feel so complete, aside from her kids. She flashed in her mind to the picture they had sent her off with of the two of them and the words "Miss U." She was over in Maluku doing what she did best, identifying remains. Daisy Wick was alongside her, humming to herself. Brennan caught sight of the big engagement ring on Daisy's finger and smiled. She was glad that Daisy and her psychologist boyfriend were getting serious. It was always a mystery to her coworkers why Brennan decided to visit a sperm bank and have a baby all on her own. She didn't regret it. She also didn't regret having her second child despite that being a complete accident from a one night stand. She didn't need to explain her reasons to anyone. She loved her kids. She actually loved being a single mom. They were getting ready to pack up when they were approached by some men. Brennan felt a slight moment of fear. Daisy even looked worried.

"I'd swallow that if I were you," she said to Daisy, gesturing to the ring. She turned to face the men. What was this all about?

September 24, 2010

Nora was tapping her fingers on her desk anxiously. She really hated school. At eleven, she was discovering that she wasn't really learning all that much, and the teacher spent more time trying to keep order than do an actual lesson. She sighed. The hands on the clock were at 2:59. The last minute of the day felt like forever. She looked over at her friend, Elsie, and crossed her eyes. Elsie giggled. The bell finally went, and Nora shot out of her chair like a bullet.

"Don't forget your assignment that's due on Monday!" the teacher shouted. It was Friday, thank God. Nora and Elsie put their heads together as they walked down the halls.

"Nora!"

"Oh my God," Nora groaned, stopping. Elsie hovered, waiting. Her nine year old brother came into view.

"Nora, wait up," Dominic called. His movements were slow, and even though Nora knew he couldn't help it, it still annoyed her to no end. She had begged her mother to put them in different schools and was flat out rejected. It just wasn't fair!

"Mom is supposed to call today," Dominic said, falling into step beside her. She forced herself to walk slow. Her brother had been diagnosed with cerebral palsy a few years ago, and their mother had been ferocious about ensuring he had the best of care and opportunities to be a kid. He did exercises all the time, but he still would drop stuff periodically, and he couldn't walk very fast. The special canes didn't help. Nora felt like everyone thought her brother was constantly getting hurt. He had a hard time explaining to people what he had, and he felt embarrassed by it most of the time. Then, once people knew, they would treat Nora differently, and she hated that.

"Come on, buttmunch," Nora complained.

"It would help if you carried my bag," Dominic huffed. She took it from him reluctantly. He could go a little faster without it.

"Is your mom coming home soon?"

"Yes. Uncle Russ can only stay with us so long, and I think Cam is getting tired of picking up the slack when he's gone," Nora answered. She tried not to feel angry that her mother had decided to take off on a two month long trip. She knew her mother loved her job. She just wished that her mother had remembered about them too. She halted at the sight of the principal, her teacher and Dominic's teacher, an unfamiliar woman, and the school counsellor standing at the door, waiting for them.

"Whoa," Elsie said. "What happened?"

"What did you do?" Nora asked Dominic angrily.

"I didn't do anything!" he replied, outraged.

"Hey, kids," the principal said. "Come inside the office for a minute." Nora felt her heart sink. Something was wrong.

"Is it Uncle Russ?!" she asked, worried.

"Just come inside," he repeated, gesturing.

"Bye," Elsie said sadly, watching them go in Everyone sat down except for Nora.

"What is happening?" she demanded.

"Sweetie," her teacher started.

"Don't 'sweetie' me," Nora snapped. "Get to the point."

"Your mother is missing," the principal said softly.

"WHAT?!" both Dominic and Nora shouted. Dominic started to cry.

"I can assure you that it's being looked into, but for now, we have to find you a place to go," the principal went on.

"We have a place to go! Home! Uncle Russ is there!"

"Your Uncle Russ had to return home for an urgent matter with your cousin, Hayley. He can't take care of you at this time," the principal told them.

"Oh my God! He's abandoned us! Just like he did with Mom!" Nora shrieked.

"It's okay. We have emergency foster care homes for cases like this," the unknown woman started.

"Emergency foster care? Uh uh. No way! Dominic, say something!" Nora ordered.

"I c-can't," he sobbed.

"Cam! We can stay with Cam! She'd take us," Nora said urgently.

"Unfortunately, she still has to be cleared with us in order to know if she's a safe caregiver, and that process takes longer than five minutes, so you'll have to stay at an emergency home for tonight anyway."

"She is clear! She adopted her daughter for crying out loud! She's already been looking after us!"

"Nora, I need you to take a deep breath for me," the school counsellor said.

"Screw that!" Nora yelled.

"Nora, you need to calm down," the principal said firmly. "Now." She stood there, chest heaving, throat tightening, and feeling like she was going to throw up. Her mother was missing. Missing. That meant she could be dead. What were they going to do?!

"I'm going to take you home so you can collect some things, and then you'll be going to a foster home," the unknown lady said. "I'm Kara. I'm a social worker with Child Services."

"We don't need your services, thanks," Nora huffed.

"I'm sorry, but as a minor, you don't really have that option," Kara said sympathetically. Nora hated her already. She followed with Dominic in tow, who was still crying. As soon as the car started moving, Dominic clutched at her arm.

"I'm gonna be sick," he moaned.

"Just breathe deep," she instructed. She saw Kara looking at him in the rearview mirror. "Can you slow down? My brother gets sick in cars."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Kara apologized. They both felt the car slow down a bit.

"Better?" Nora asked him.

"Well, I don't feel like I'm going to throw up, so it's a little better," he answered.

"Good," Nora nodded. Then she went back to her angry thoughts. She fumed for the entire car ride. She fumed as she collected her things, and she fumed all the way over to this strange house they were going to be living in. It turned out to be an apartment.

"This looks awfully sketchy," Nora commented as they parked.

"He is an FBI agent, I think you'll be quite safe. He checks out with us and to the community," Kara explained.

"Cops can still be mean," Nora muttered.

"He's FBI?" Dominic asked. "Cool!"

"Oh God," Nora rolled her eyes. "Is he gonna like, molest me?"

"Nora!" Kara admonished. "I can assure you that will never happen, and if it does, you are to tell me immediately no matter what you're told, understand?"

"Clearly," Nora said sarcastically. This was going to be a huge nightmare.

Booth

He paced anxiously. This was his first call. These were his first foster kids. He had triple checked everything. He felt nervous and scared and excited all at the same time. What if they hated him? What if their mother was dead? What if they destroyed his home? He looked around. He didn't have a lot that he really cared about that was worth destroying, but still. Heart pounding, he waited for his doorbell to ring. When it did, he almost jumped out of his skin.

"Hello," Kara said, smiling. He smiled back.

"Hi," he replied.

"I would like you to meet Nora and Dominic," Kara said. She stood aside to show two kids, one who looked like a volcano about to explode and another holding onto two things that appeared to be canes and looked like he was meeting Superman.

"Hi," Booth said again, nervously.

"Are you gonna molest me?" Nora asked.

"Nora!" Kara yelped.

"W-what? No!" he said loudly. He looked at Kara.

"She's a little skeptical about staying with you," Kara explained.

"I'll tell you something, I put molesters and bad guys like that away for a living," Booth told her.

"Cool!" Dominic said.

"I bite," Nora went on. "Just so you know. I also kick."

"As like a pastime?" Booth asked, trying to joke.

"No, if you try to hurt me," Nora said. "Or my brother."

"I can assure you, I will not hurt you," Booth said. This was already hard. He was panicking. His first foster kids, and they thought he was going to rape them or kill them. Great.

"In you go," Kara directed. Nora looked around.

"Kind of dumpy," she commented.

"I'm so sorry about this," Kara said to Booth quietly as Nora continued to walk around, looking. "She's just so upset about her mother missing and that her uncle couldn't look after them."

"It's okay. I'm sure we'll figure it out," Booth said, trying to reassure himself more than her. She smiled.

"Hey, mister," Dominic said. "You like comics?"

"I love comics," Booth answered. Now this guy he liked. He noticed that Dominic's legs were not fully stretched when he walked. His knees looked hunched, and he was putting most of his weight on one of his canes.

"Dominic has cerebral palsy," Kara informed him when Dominic went to join Nora. "He has a pretty routine schedule with stretches and stuff. He'll tell you all about it."

"O-okay," Booth stammered. How was he going to manage this? He knew nothing about cerebral palsy. Nothing at all.

"They are great kids," Kara promised. "If you have any troubles, please call me." She started heading for the door.

"Wait, that's it?" he asked, following her. She turned.

"What do you mean?"

"There's no manual that comes with them?" he asked hopefully. She laughed.

"Oh, Seeley. You're hysterical," she said, wiping her eyes. "No. No manual. You're a father. Just use your instincts." Then she was gone.

"Instincts," Booth said. "Sure." He turned to see them both staring at him.

"Where do we put our shit?" she asked.

"Excuse me?" Booth spluttered.

"Nora! Don't be mean!"

"I'm not," Nora argued.

"She's just testing you," Dominic said to Booth. "Don't let her away with it. Swearing is not allowed. Mom said!"

"Dom! You little weasel!" Nora hissed.

"I don't appreciate foul language in my house," Booth said firmly. If she was testing him, let her see he wasn't backing down. She glared.

"Fine. Just tell me where my room is."

"Down the hall to your right," Booth said. She stormed down. He looked at Dominic. "Is she always like this?"

"Only when she's upset," Dominic answered. "Which is like all the time."

"Oh fun," Booth sighed.

"She'll come around. Eventually," Dominic smiled. "Do I have a room?"

"Yup. You get to have my son's room since he doesn't live here full time."

"You have a son? Cool!"

"I think it's cool too," Booth grinned.

"So you're really FBI?" Dominic asked.

"Sure am."

"Can you help find my mom?"

"Uh.." Booth paused. The boy looked so hopeful. "I can see what I can do, okay? Let me look into it."

"Thanks!"

Booth took him to his new room, and he watched as Dominic eased himself down on the bed.

"I get tired a lot," he explained.

"You want to rest for a bit? Before I start supper?"

"Sure."

"Okay. See you soon." Booth left, feeling a little more confident. He liked Dominic. Nora's door was shut. He debated knocking, but he decided to give it a bit. Let her cool down first. He sat on his couch feeling overwhelmed. Ready or not, he was going to do this.

Message from I Love Kol Miakelson: Dear Fans who read this 1st chapter of our new story. i want to explain why are we covering a difficult topic again. The Ghost in the Baby was inspired by Nora Šitum, and this time it's inspired by my own experience of how hard it is to function normally like go to school and hang out with people when you have to fight not just an illness, but stereotypes as well when people think you are as frail as porcelain vase. There are also mean spirited ones who say things like "you get good grades because teachers feel sorry for you" and those who say "oh you're just lazy and don't want to walk." Believe it or not, those who say these mean things exist too. So at close of this note i want to ask you all for a favor. If you see a child or young adult on crutches, don't just stare or turn away, offer help. If you don't already, tell your kids, nephews, or nieces to be kind when they see a kid that's different. Tell them to give those kids a chance, to talk to them, play with them because they are not so different after all. Thank you.