Hey everyone! This story is about the possibility of BB meeting when they're younger. I don't know Booth's parents' names so I just made those up, if anyone finds out what those names are please tell me. I know in the real story line Booth's mom wrote jingles for a local advertising agency, but in between commercials, I thought she should have a job that brings in a solid amount of money, you know, just in case if she can't think of anymore jingles for a while she can still bring home some income and not have to rely 100% on Booth's dad to do that. So, I made her part-time job being an attendant in the airport (she hands out plan tickets and those kind of things). Oh, and to those who've read my story 'Mini Bones?' I have 2 chapters written out currently, and I was thinking of postponing it so that I could write more, but you guys should tell me which you prefer. Would you rather I just put up the chapters? It HAS been two years...

(This chapter is dedicated to Emily Deschanel, David Boreanaz, Julie Andrews, Bella1992, and BabyAngel-AmyLe, just because I like them!)

Lauren Booth: 39 years old

Christine Brennan: 37 years old

Robert Booth: 43 years old

Matthew (Max) Brennan: 40 years old

Seeley Booth: 10 years old

Temperance Brennan: 7 years old

Russ Brennan: 10 years old

Jared Booth: 15 years old

Okay, anyways, on with the story!

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Friday, March 15, 1984, 7:00 pm

Lauren Booth sighed heavily as she glanced at her watch for perhaps the 30th time. It was 7:00 pm and all she wanted to do was go home, have dinner with her family, catch-up on what's going on in her boys' lives, maybe take a bubble bath, and than fall asleep next to her husband. She knew though, that she had to finish this extra shift before she could do any of those things.

She needed the extra money since she'd been having writers' block, which wasn't really writers' block because she didn't write poems or stories, she made jingles. Still, it was some kind of block and since she didn't know what it was called, she would continue to call it writers' block. 'God,' she thought, 'now I'm explaining my point to myself.'

She paused the bizarre ramblings she was having inside her head and picked up the phone to do the thing she was suppose to be doing instead of moping around. Lauren never complained, except to herself. "Now boarding, flight 780 at Gate 10 to Portland, Oregon. Now boarding, flight 780 at Gate 10 to Portland, Oregon." She put down the phone after she was done talking through the intercom.

It was a slow day since it was a Thursday in the middle of March. There were a few business men going out of town for meetings, a middle school Orchestra and their conductor/teacher that were going to a competition somewhere, and a couple of other stray flights. Lauren didn't always talk to the passengers to see why they were going where they were. She didn't have to, because most of the time she could tell by herself why they were going where they were. Her friends always did say she had a knack for reading people.

"Excuse me?" a soft voice broke through her thoughts. She looked around and saw... no one. Was she hearing things now?

"Uh...hello?" Lauren replied, scanning the almost empty room. The only people she saw was a man who was sitting down and reading a newspaper, an old couple who sat watching the small TV in the corner, and... well... nothing el--

"Miss? I'm down here." said the voice.

Lauren looked down and there -just tall enough to see them- were two turquoise eyes staring straight at her. The little browned-haired girl they belonged to took a step back, probably to see her better, or maybe even for Lauren to see her better. Her hair was naturally wavy, so they sat curled slightly around her shoulders.

She was wearing a little blue jacket that was zipped up and a long white skirt that stopped just a bit above her ankles. Her mary-jane-like-slippers were also white with blue flowers on the sides. She also had on a blue and white backpack. All the blue and white that she was wearing made her eyes shine all the more brighter. She was so adorable, Lauren just wanted to coo and awe over her.

"Yes? How can I help you sweetheart?" She asked the little girl, smiling reassuringly, just in case she was scared or nervous. Apparently though, she wasn't, for she responded quite confidently.

"I was wondering if you could ask over the intercom if my parents can come and get me." inquired the little girl. Lauren had always wanted a little girl, not that she didn't love her boys, but she had always wanted a daughter to talk to about things that little boys would have no interest in.

"Oh, are you lost?" Lauren asked.

"Yes, I was put on the wrong flight. See, I was suppose to be taking the flight back to Ohio. I had come to D.C. to visit the Jeffersonian. I go to a private school, so we could afford to fly there for a field trip." was the reply.

Lauren inspected the little girl again, trying to see if she could get anymore information out of simply looking at her. She looked about six or seven years old. However, her eyes seem to disagree. Those turquoise eyes seem to hold more intelligence, bravery, and confidence than one normally finds in a child much older than the one standing before her now. Her vocabulary only further proved that point.

"What's your name sweetheart?" Lauren asked quietly, still smiling reassuringly.

"My parents have always told me never to give information out to a stranger," said the little girl seriously," but I suppose it would be okay if I tell you my first name in a situation like this. IF, you tell me your FULL name."

Lauren smiled, the little girl was so beyond her years. "My name is Lauren Booth."

"Pleased to meet you Mrs. Booth, my name's Temperance, you may call me Tempe, if you like." Said the little girl, -who was now known as Tempe- smiling almost shyly, the little child side of her was still so simply pleased to meet someone new.

"How did you know that I was married?" Lauren asked, confused. Sure the girl was smart, but enough to hear peoples' thoughts?

"Simple, your ring. It's on your left ring finger. Which would either mean you're faking a marriage for some reason, or are truly married. I leaned toward the second one, but I suppose I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions." replied Tempe.

"Yes...wow, that's amazing. Well, I am married, and you can call me Lauren, okay?"

"Okay Lauren. Can I talk to my parents now?"

"Well Tempe, I can't contact your parents over the intercom, because it can only be heard if you're in the airport," Lauren paused and smiled as she saw Tempe stored that bit of info away in that impressive mind of her's "but lets go talk to the manager about what to do."

Tempe seemed to consider that before coming to a decision. "I'll go with you, but you should know that I know Tae Kwon Do. I'm a High Brown belt, meaning that I'm almost a Black Belt junior. I can't have my real Black Belt until I'm 16, those are the rules. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know, that if you try to hurt me, you're in for a surprise." Tempe said seriously. Lauren tried not to laugh, it was hard to be serious with a six/seven year old.

"Okay, consider me warned." Lauren agreed. She stepped out from behind the desk and took Tempe's hand. They headed toward to manager's office.

"I'm not saying you look mean, because you don't, but I just wanna be careful, you know?" Tempe continued, looking up at Lauren with those azure eyes, (they seem to have changed colors slightly as they walked down the barely noticeable darker corridor) and Lauren practically melted at that adorable face. Lauren could tell she was trying to see if any feelings were hurt.

"I understand completely sweetheart." she replied, smiling down at the little girl.

Tempe smiled, apparently satisfied that no feelings were hurt, and they continued on their way to the manager's office.

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