This is the second book of bones which means Season 2

Disclaimer - I don't own bones in reality but I own it in my dreams

Chapter 1 – Titan on the Tracks

Booth and Brennan were driving at night in the rain, when he asked, "What'd you do?"

Brennan smiled, "I read, walked on the beach, chilled. I'm glad I changed my vacation plans to spend time with my brother. Russ and I talked about it and we really want to find Dad."

Booth looked at Brennan amused, "Okay, well just so you know, the FBI is going to find your father, no matter what you want."

Brennan looked out the window as she said, "My brother and I don't want the FBI to backburner its search." Booth made a sharp left turn and the tires squealed on the wet pavement. Brennan looked at him worriedly and asked, "Is it okay to go over on two wheels like that?"

Booth was paying more attention to what she said about the FBI than that question. "Only when making sharp turns at high speeds. Okay, Bones, why don't you have a little, uh, you know, faith in me, okay? I'm not gonna backburner the case all right? I'm gonna…find your father, babe."

Brennan smirked as she looked out the window, "My brother said you'd say that."

Booth looked at her from the corner of his eyes and smiled softly. "You really keep saying 'my brother' a lot."

Brennan smiled lopsidedly at him, "Well, I lost Russ for fifteen years. I like the sound of it…my brother." She then questioned, "What's with the siren? And why are you driving like a maniac?"

~BONES~

A car was engulfed by flames as Booth and Brennan arrived at the scene. Booth was telling Brennan what happened. "Got passenger cars on the tracks, one on the side…there's gonna be fatalities."

Dr. Camille Saroyan was holding a severed arm as she yelled out, "Stan! I need some gauze. Danny? You don't find the owner of this in the next ten minutes, he'll bleed to death. Starting…" She set a timer on the watch around the wrist of the severed limb, "…now." Cam looked up, and spotted Brennan and Booth. "Seeley."

Booth hated it when other people called him that. Only a select few were allowed to call him by his first name. he said through clenched teeth, smiling, "Camille."

Cam smiled back at him, "Don't call me Camille."

Booth told her, "Don't call me Seeley. Dr. Brennan, Dr. Saroyan. You two know each other, huh?"

Brennan looked at Booth and then at Cam. She didn't remember meeting her. "No."

Cam was surprised to hear that. Considering they did know each other. She said surprised "No."

Booth looked between them and whistled softly. That was not going to end well, "Uh-oh."

Cam nodded her head and went straight to business, "Dr. Brennan, I'd like you to check out the automobile this train hit. It's probably what caused the derailment."

Booth also went straight into work. "Accidental?"

Cam shook her head, "NTSB guy says the train struck the car at least 200 yards from the nearest access."

Booth nodded his head in understanding, "Deliberate."

Cam yelled over her shoulder, "Eight minutes, Steve!" She looked at Booth and said, "Probably suicide." She looked at Brennan and asked, "Why are you still here, Dr. Brennan?"

Brennan looked at her with a mixture of confusion and amusement, "Because I'm not a coroner, and I don't work for you?"

Cam titled her head and smiled, "You got that half right."

Brennan looked at Booth questioningly.

Someone yelled out, "Got him, Cam! Still breathin'!"

Cam looked over and yelled back, "Thanks, Steve! All right." She tucked the severed arm beside the man who was being carried away on an emergency gurney. "Every survivor is one less person for me to autopsy." She turned to Booth and smiled, "You look good out of your suit, Seeley. But then, you always did. "

Cam walked away and Booth turned to watch her go. He shook his head, this was not going to end well if he didn't do something about it. "Yeah, that's…great to have you back in D.C., Camille."

Brennan could tell that Booth knew the woman. They had a history and if Booth hadn't told her about her that meant it was some type of sexual one. Booth never liked talking about his past partners with her – for reasons still unknown to her – which could only mean that one thing. She wanted to make him squirm a little. "One minute she's holding a severed arm, the next, she's hitting on you."

Brennan moved towards the burnt out car trying to conceal her smile, and Booth followed her and tried to explain, "No, she wasn't hitting on me, and you know what, she is your boss, Bones."

Brennan was thrown for a loop with that one, "What? Goodman's my boss." She then asked a firefighter, "May I approach?"

The firefighter looked up and said, "All yours, Dr. Brandon."

She corrected him, "Brennan. Dr. Brennan."

The firefighter smiled and asked, "You wanna guess my name?"

Brennan leaned into the car from the front passenger side with a flashlight, "No, but there are thousands of you in D.C. and only one of me."

Booth leaned into her and whispered, "You know, while you were away, Goodman decided that there should be a head of forensics at the Jeffersonian. Never occurred to you to check in, huh?"

Brennan looked at him surprised, "Why didn't Goodman hire me?"

Booth smirked and told her softly, "Oh, my guess? People skills."

Brennan scoffed at that, "I have people skills."

Booth snorted, "Oh, all right. That firefighter's name is Nelson, and it's at least the fourth time that you've met him. Odds are Cam knows his kids' names after meeting him once. "

Brennan chose to ignore what he said and told him, "A lot of jewelry. Male. Thigh bones suggests he was tall. I.D. bracelet. It's good quality gold, slightly melted. Too melted for a regular car fire. Do you see a skull?"

Booth looked at her drily, "Hey Bones, I'm not looking for a skull."

Brennan sighed and said, "Burn damage to the body is more intense than I'd expect from a car fire. Even if the fuel tank ruptured and was absolutely full at the time of impact."

Booth could laugh sometimes by what his wife said, "Do you see anything on this car that isn't ruptured?"

Cam yelled out from a distance, "Booth! Three deaths in the first class car."

Booth clapped his hands together, "Oh, homicide! That makes it my case."

Cam told him, "One of them's a senator."

Brennan looked at Booth confused, "That makes a difference?"

Booth smiled sadly, "Facts of life, Bones." He then hurried off to find out more about these homicides. Brennan watched him leave, wondering if she should press him more about his relationship with Cam or if she should wait it out and let him tell her on his own terms.

~BONES~

Brennan swiped her security pass to enter the central platform, as she overheard Angela tell Jack, "Apparently Cam is autopsying a senator."

The two of them watched Booth and Cam's friendly conversation nearby. Hodgins smiled in response to Angela, "A senator? Oh, we're moving up in the world."

Angela whispered – not soft enough though where Brennan didn't hear her, "They have a past."

Hodgins looked at her surprised, "Cam and the senator?"

Angela snorted softly, "Cam and Booth. Look how she touches his arm when he laughs."

Brennan looked sideways at Booth and Cam and saw what Angela was talking about. They definitely had a past, sexual one, and Brennan didn't like the feelings that were rising within her. She knew what it was and she knew it was irrational, but she felt it nonetheless. She was jealous.

~BONES~

Booth sat next to Brennan in the Royal Diner trying to understand why Cam snapped at Brennan and her team and still trying to understand how Brennan's squint squad got those result from… "Spam?"

Brennan nodded her head as she took a sip of her drink, "There were Mason jars in the backseat, intended to break when the train hit."

Booth looked at her still perplexed. "And they got this with SPAM?"

Brennan nodded, "Yeah, SPAM."

Booth nodded his head now understanding – sort of – why Cam reacted like so. "Mmhmm. And Cam, she got all…bent out of shape."

Brennan sighed, "She wants to authorize all experiments."

Booth tried to explain to her why Cam reacted so. "Great, you know Zack and Hodgins, they do an experiment with fake bones in spam."

Brennan laughed softly as she said, "What is your spam fixation?"

Booth shook his head as he smiled at her and went on, "Defense lawyer hears spam, he makes a joke, and the jury laughs, and everything we get from the Jeffersonian is framed as 'goofy science', you know, from a bunch of squints with no connection to the real world."

Brennan narrowed her eyes and told him coolly, "That wouldn't happen."

Booth tried to reason with her. "Oh, really, and the time you dropped a dead monkey down the elevator shaft…"

Brennan had a very good reason for that. "No, that was to show…" She then smiled remembering how that experiment played out in the courtroom. "Okay, I take your point."

Booth told her honestly, "Cam's goal is a successful prosecution in a court of law."

Brennan nodded her head, "Same as mine and yours."

Booth chuckled as he told her, "Oh, you're all about finding the truth."

Brennan didn't like the way his voice sounded, "Okay, your words say 'good', but your tone says 'bad', so it's confusing."

Booth sighed as he turned to her and told her softly, "Cam knows that too much truth is just as bad as too little." His cell rang and he reached inside his jacket to pick it up as he finished, "Which is why she got the job. Booth."

Brennan looked at him incredulously before leaning over. She was going to figure out exactly what type of relationship he had with cam and why he was hiding it from her. "You know, Angela says that you and Cam had a sexual relationship. Does that affect your view of her? And why didn't you tell me?"

Booth spoke into his phone first, "Patch me through." He then turned to Brennan, "Well, Cam and I, we sorta went out some time ago. But that doesn't change my view of her. We're just friends now, that's it. You know how much I hate talking about my past…relationships. It doesn't matter what happened back then, all that matters is that I'm yours now. And you're mine – in a non-possessive kind of way of course." He then asked into his phone, "When?"

Brennan was slightly satisfied with that answer. "You know, personal prerogative is at the heart of scientific inquiry."

Booth looked at her trying to get her to stop; he needed to tell her something. "Bones." He whispered into his phone, "Thanks for the notification." He then closed his cell phone and put it back in his jacket pocket.

Brennan saw how his mood changed. And it didn't have to do with Cam. Something bad happened. "What?"

Booth tried to break it to her gently, "The man who was charged with murdering your mother."

Brennan nodded, "The pig farmer. Vince McVicker."

Booth whispered, "He was killed. Today. At Alexandria Federal Holding Facility."

Brennan was shocked into silence for a few seconds as she started to tear up. "I don't…he was the only connection to my father. His trial was going to be my…" She shook her head, "How am I ever going to find out what really happened?" Booth placed his hand on her shoulder and gently brought her into his chest, hugging her.

~BONES~

Cam looked down at what Booth was showing her, "Two people forced the corpse into the jacket, that's excellent work. Who's that?"

Booth told her, "I think it's Rick Turco."

Cam nodded her head, "Means Turco's probably the last person who saw Lynch before he fell off the radar."

Booth looked at her as he said seriously, "Of course, Angela and Zack are scared that this counts as an experiment and you're going to fire them."

Cam smiled, happy to see she was getting somewhere. "Ah! I am getting through."

Booth shook his head as he smiled softly. Ever since Brennan had asked him about Cam, he saw that she was jealous. He didn't know of what, but that made him think of making it clear to Cam that they were just friends. "Why did you take this job, Camille?"

Cam looked at him through narrowed eyes, "Why shouldn't I, Seeley?"

Booth leaned into her slightly as he whispered, "Because it's basically herding cats, and you're a dog person."

Cam joked, "Dogs herd cats."

Booth shook his head slowly, "Dogs don't do that."

Cam laughed softly as she said, "Chase 'em up trees, whatever."

Booth crossed his arms across his chest as he said, "Seriously, Cam. Why did you take this job?"

Cam picked up a metal instrument and told him, "These. Are titanium rib-clippers from Germany. My last job? Used bolt cutters from Home Depot. These are much, much nicer. This autopsy table? Has downdraft ventilation. No rotting corpse smell, Seeley. My last table didn't even have a drain. Think about that a second. Leaky corpse, no drain."

Booth laughed at that. He saw right through her. "So you took this job for better equipment."

Cam smiled, "I've spent my whole professional life in basement rooms with no windows. Now I'm in the Jeffersonian Institute…what?"

Booth needed to make sure though, "Gotta ask."

Cam shook her head, "You so do not."

Booth became serious all of a sudden as he said, "Did you take this job because of…" He then gestured to himself.

Cam laughed at that, "God, the ego!"

Booth was still serious, "Say it."

Cam shook her head, but didn't look him straight in the eyes – which Booth took notice of – and said, "Nothing to do with you."

Booth nodded his head, "Good because that can't happen. I'm with someone now." He then remembered something else before he left, "Oh, I need Bones this afternoon."

Cam raised her eyebrow, "Okay."

Booth didn't need anyone else at the lab knowing about them so he tried to tell her, "It's about her mother's murder and her father's disappearance."

Cam smiled as she joked around, "Plus, she dedicated her book to you, so…"

Booth told her seriously, trying to blow what she was saying off, "It's a legitimate case, Cam."

Cam nodded as she said, "I know. I read the file." Booth moved to leave when Cam asked, "Why hasn't she confronted me?"

Booth turned around. "About what?"

Cam smiled, "About me, being parachuted in over her head? Finds me intimidating, right?" Booth laughed out loud at that idea. Cam intimidating his Bones. "Hey, I intimidate people."

Booth stifled his laughter as he said, "Yeah, Bones doesn't intimidate."

Cam looked at him confused, "Then…what?"

Booth tried to explain it to her, "Have you seen the way she stares at human remains before she makes a decision?"

Cam nodded, "Yes."

Booth smirked as he told her, "You're human remains and…she hasn't made a decision yet."

Cam asked his retreating form, "How do I help her make the right decision?"

Booth turned around and shrugged, "Go for the truth. You know, take care of her people. Oh, and I like the whole intimidation thing. I think it's cute on you."

~BONES~

Booth and Brennan were sitting in the car after leaving the graveyard when Booth looked over at Brennan and asked, "Bones, are you concerned about my relationship with Cam?"

Brennan looked at him and then back out the window as she lied, "No."

Booth knew she was lying. "Bones, I know you're lying to me. Come on, you know that I would never cheat on you. I can't even imagine myself with another woman. You're it for me. We've known each other since our childhood. Why are you acting like this?"

Brennan sighed as she tried to find the right words. "I guess I'm," she made a sound of frustration, "jealous of her. However irrational it is I am jealous."

Booth looked at her surprised. Brennan hardly ever got jealous. Ever. "Why?"

She looked at him and told him honestly, "I know you would never cheat on me. I know you love me. But I guess, I'm jealous of her because she knew you as a young man. We tell each other a lot of things, but there are still things we still don't know about each other. And some of those things that I don't know about you, she does know because you knew her before you knew me. I'm just irrationally jealous of her better knowledge of you."

Booth was silent for a few minutes thinking about what he could say to make Brennan feel better and then it came to him. "Temperance, do you remember on our second date how I told you I was trying to get over my gambling addiction?" He saw her nod, so he went forward, "Do you know why I told you? Because I was stopping for you. I knew that what I was doing was destroying me, but it was how I coped with the things I did. But when I was around you, I felt like a better man. You made me a better man. I could talk to you about things I had done and things I went through and you always made me feel like the things I did weren't as bad as I thought they were. Cam had always told me that, she even tried to get me to stop just the day before. But you, Temperance Brennan, made me change my mind. Because I knew that you deserved someone better than who I was back then. Hell, even to this day I don't know why you chose me. But I love you and you know me better than Cam ever will because of our connection. We complete each other, babe. We make each other whole."

Brennan looked at him and smiled softly. "I know you mean metaphorically and I have to agree with you. We do complete each other. And thank you Seeley, for telling me that." She stroked his cheek gently as she said, "You are a very good man, Booth. I love you very much." She then leaned in and kissed him softly.

Booth smiled as they kissed. "Let's go home and I'll show you how much I love you."

Brennan laughed softly and whispered before kissing him again, "I would like that very much."

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