In a way, this story is similar to When you're all alone, but it's going to be a lot different. It's also my first story I'm going to try to do in first person pov. While most of the story will be told in Brennan's pov, I will switch to Booth's on occasion. To those still waiting for updates, I'm terribly sorry. I have had no inspiration lately for any of my other stories, I've fallen a bit behind in school and I got a job this week, so my life is extremely busy at the moment. I guarentee I'm spending every second I can writing. Hopefully you won't have to wait very long for the next chapter!!

My life has been nothing but insane, if you could even call it that. I've been moved around a lot, even before I was put in the foster system. Even now, I still move around a lot, but D.C has become my home. Let's start from the beginning shall we?

My name is Temperance Brennan. Born to Max and Ruth Keenan, also known as Mathew and Christine Brennan. I didn't find out until I was thirty that my parents were actually bankrobbers, and when I was three, their crew had finally decided to get rid of them. They had hired a hitman, Vince McVicar, to kill my parents, which started our moving around and my parents' name change. Most of the time, it was small quiet cities, but when I turned eight we moved to D.C for the first time. I was mesmerized by the huge city and I knew I wanted to live there forever. However, it didn't take too long before Vince got close and we had to move again.

When I was fifteen we were living in Chicago. I still had no clue as why we were moving so much, but it seemed to be more and more frequent. Then came Christmas time. Mom and Dad disappeared and that left me and Russ confused, alone, and at wits end. I didn't speak to Russ for ages, especially after he gave me false hope that they were back on Christmas Day. And then New Years came around and Russ left. Without a single word. I watched from the front door as he took one last look at the house before getting into his car and driving away. I didn't see him for several years: a decade and a half. Sure I heard from him, every birthday of mine. But I felt so betrayed by his leaving me so I refused to talk to him. Wouldn't you do that if your brother left you to be in the foster system until you turned 18 and abandoned you just like your parents?

After my parents disappeared, I don't think I ever saw Vince. I probably moved from different homes too fast for him to even think about finding me. However, now I realize why my parents ran all the time and I do not blame them whatsoever now. What I do blame them for doing was abandoning me and Russ. Was it so close that he had seen them and they couldn't get back to us to at least take us with him or did they really just leave us to fend for ourselves while they ran around the country?

Yes, you could say I have a lot of questions. I've held them inside of me for several years, and when I found my father, you can bet I asked him. What? You all didn't know I found my father? Then let me tell you the story.

It was after I found out about my second identity and we had identified the owner of the second blood spot found in my family's car that my father finally showed up. After fifteen long and lonely years. I was in the car with Booth when I got a phone call.

"Temperance. I need you to not say a single word while I try to explain this," my dad said the second the phone got to my ear. I recognized his voice and I did what I was told even though it wasn't exactly willingly. I was speechless, which was not something that happened very often.

"This guy you're about to meet, Vince McVicar, you can't see him. If he gets the chance after hearing who you are, he will kill you, no matter who else is there, whether it is your partner or an entire police force."

"But he's a suspect!" I said the second I had the words to say.

"Let your partner bring him in then. I lost your mother to him and I will not lose my daughter to him as well. Have him drop you off at the diner and I will meet you there."

He hung up then and I was once again stunned into silence.

"Who was that?" Booth asked me.

I wondered if I should tell him but something told me not to. Then I was torn from wanting to see this man who had torn my whole life apart or the man who had abandoned me. However, my father I wasn't sure I was going to be able to see again, while if Booth was successful in catching McVicar, I could see him in jail whenever I wanted. Logically, my father was the best choice, and I was going to take it.

"Can you drop me off at the diner, Booth?"

He sent me a worried glance, "Are you sure? Not even at the Jeffersonian?"

"The diner," I said, my voice quivering a bit. "I need to go to the diner. You can get McVicar. I have to do this."

I could tell he was itching for more information, but I couldn't give him more. I knew that he would want to give me backup when I saw my father. When he pulled up to the curb next to the diner, he stopped me before letting me get out.

"Were you blackmailed by someone?"

"No," I replied forcefully. After a second, he pulled his hand away from my arm and let me go with a soft caring smile. I returned the smile, though mine was more nervous. I wasn't sure how this was going to turn out, and I wasn't sure I wanted to either. Just hopefully it would be quick.

However, I should have known it wasn't going to be even close to short.

He sat at a table with a cup of coffee to go, watching me. I couldn't believe it was him. Part of me wanted to hug him like a long lost father, but the other half of me wanted to slap him just like my brother earlier that day. The second Booth drove off, my dad stood, and walked toward me, grabbed my arm and dragged me to a car.

"Whoa, where are we going?" I tried to stop him.

"Get in! We have to go."

"Go where?"

He didn't answer me, but started the car and sped off.

I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms, "Well if you won't answer that, why don't you explain the past fifteen years?"

He held up a finger to quiet me as he pulled out his phone. "Hey, it's Mathew," he said into the phone. "You'll have it set up by tonight? Thanks, I owe you one."

"What's going on?"

He glanced at me and sighed. "We have to fake our deaths. It's the only way to get McVicar off our backs."

For the second time that day, I was shocked into silence. I could only stare at the man that was already giving me orders after abandoning me for fifteen years of my life.