Seely Booth sat on a park bench outside of the FBI building, he had just finished the last bit of paper work from the last case he and his partner had solved and was heading home to change into something more comfortable than his work clothes when his mother had called. She normally didn't call him on weekdays, knowing that he had work to do, but here he was sitting on a park bench listening to his mother ramble on about how she never got to see him or his brother.

He rarely got to see his family either, seeing as most of them lived in New York or New Jersey, and the rest were scattered threw Virginia, and Florida. He and his distant cousin, Frank, were the only two Booths related to him that he knew of that lived in DC. But even if he didn't see his family a lot, his mother called him at least once every other week to "check up on him".

She had done this a lot more often when he had gotten back from war, and when he had joined the FBI, but now it just seemed like an excuse to talk to her youngest son.Which he didn't really mind that much, as long as she called him when he wasn't at work, or when it wasn't to late at night,(His mother was one to stay up until the early hours of the morning, bored and restless, and decide to call one of her sons, spare of the moment).

But the calls had been more frequent here lately, and her timing was more than a little bit annoying. She had called once when he was at the Jeffersonian in the middle of a conversation with Brennan about the weapon used to kill a seventy year old women, and once when he had been out in a very cold marsh sloshing his way threw mud to get to the body of a forty year old male, to then have his phone ring right before he stepped into a very disgusting and deep pile of mud. And not counting all the other times she had called during meetings with his boss, when he was on trial and had forgotten to turn his phone off, therapy sessions with Sweets, five o'clock on a Saturday morning, and even once when he had been taking a shower.

Booth sighed, he didn't know what was wrong with his mother, or what was calling her to call more often, maybe she was getting lonely or maybe she just missed her children, whatever it was he really couldn't afford any more of her spare of the moment phone calls. He rubbed his face and looked at his watch, listening to his mother talk about her pet dog, Jim. It was six twenty and he was supposed to meet Temperance at the diner around six thirty for dinner to celebrate the solving of there most recent case.

Booth stood up from the park bench deciding to drive and talk, (mostly listen), to his mother at the same time. He made his way to his SUV getting in and slamming the door shut then turning on the engine while simultaneously answering his mother's questions about Parker.

When he pulled up to the diner it was six thirty three, only three minutes late. Booth made his way into the diner still on the phone with his mother, he quickly found Brennan in their normal booth looking over a menu. He flopped down in the seat, and she looked up at him startled. He saw this and grinned at her pointing at the phone on his ear as a sort of apology for not making his presence known before sitting down.

She smiled back at him and nodded accepting his "apology". Booth took a menu and flipped it open looking threw the dinner options, when his mother bounced from the subject of his father's annoying ability to embarrass her when they went out to dinner to the curious subject of as to were he was at.

"Were are you, Seely? I hear all those voices in the back ground, are you out eating somewhere? Do I need to hang up and let you eat? That's fine if you don't want to talk to me anymore, for all I know you could be on a date!" Booth rolled his eyes, his mother was as bad as Angela was when it came to dating, she had always known when he had a crush on a girl when he was in elementary school, and even now he had a hard time of hiding things like that from his mother.

"No Mom, it isn't a date. I'm at the diner with Bones, she and I just finished solving a case and we decided to get some dinner."

"Oh! Bones, your partner, the one you told me about? Is she pretty,Seely? I think you need a new women in your life, get your mind off of work. Is she available? Oh, I do hope you'll get yourself a descant women this time, someone smart and beautiful, who doesn't have a thing with marriage like Rebbecca did."

Booth looked over at Brennan then quickly looked away, his mother had hit his partner right on, smart and beautiful, if she had just left off the part about marriage. " Yes the one I told you about, and I have no idea if she's available, I don't really want to know." Wow! That was defiantly a lie. "And Rebbecca doesn't have a thing against marriage, she's actually getting married next summer."

Temperance looked at him curiously. "Who are you talking about? And you didn't tell me Rebbecca was getting married, Sweets told us we should tell each other things, you know, trust each other with information about our "personal" lives."

Booth closed his menu and looked up at her. "Hold on, Mom." He held the phone away from his ear and addressed Brennan. "We were talking about you, and sense when do you give a lick about what Sweets says? I thought you hated psychology? Face it, Bones, you just want to know what happens in my life. It's like some sick soap opera to you."

Temperance wrinkled her eyebrows and shook her head. "I do not think you life is a soap opera, I don't even like soap operas, Angela tried to get me to watch one with her when I was over at her house one time. There extremely dramatic and hold barely any relevance to real life. I don't see how anyone could possibly find them interesting, TV itself seems like just a waste of time and money. And why was your Mother asking if I was available, does she think were dating or something?"

Booth smiled and put the phone back on his ear. "Sometimes TV is something worth wasting your time on, Bones." His mother heard his last statement and he instantly regretted saying it so she could hear.

"She doesn't like TV! What kind of women have got yourself involved with? I thought you liked this girl? Does she like any TV shows? Any at all? Let me speak to her. I want to ask her a few questions for myself. Maybe you just misunderstood her, no one hates all TV."

Booth laughed to himself and handed the phone over to Temperance,who looked at it with a confused expression. "What?"

"She wants to talk to you, Bones." Brennan raised her eyebrow curiously. "What?" Booth handed the phone to her and leaned up closer to her side of the table. "My mother wants to talk to you." He said every word slowly like he was talking to a three year old then sat back and grinned as she put the phone onto her ear.

"Hello?"

"Is this Bones?"

"No, this is Dr.Temperance Brennan."

"But my son calls you Bones, right?"

"Yes, he does, but I go by Temperance."

"Oh, so it's a nick name that only he uses? I see."

"Well, yes. He rarely addresses me as Temperance or Brennan or Dr.Brennan for that matter."

"Ah, well Seely was never really one for formality. He says you don't like TV, is that really so?"

"Well, it's not really that I don't like it, it's more that I don't have a real need to watch it. I have so many better things to do with my time, things that actually take thinking, rather than sitting in front of a television screen. And besides I don't have a TV, so the temptation really isn't there."

"Hm, you sound intelligent. Seely seems to like you, do you think you'd like to come up to New York with him this weekend and spend a little time with me, I'd really love to get to know you better, it seems as if you are one of the most important people in my son's life right now, and I would love to know why that is."

"No, I really shouldn't impose, Mrs.Booth. I don't even know if Booth knows he's coming up to New York this weekend, let alone with me, I don't want you to miss out on quality time with your son just because I'm there. And besides I'm really quite busy here in DC, we just got ancient skeletal remains from Egypt sent to us for identification, and I really should be working on that."

"Well, you think about it, and do tell Seely that he's coming up this weekend or I'm coming down to see him. I think my husband just got home and I haven't even started on dinner yet, tell Seely I love him and goodbye, and it was really quite pleasant to talk to you Dr.Brennan, I hope you decide to come up this weekend, Oh, and tell Seely to bring my grandchild up to see me as well. Goodbye!"

"By."

Brennan closed Booth's cell phone with a snap and handed it back to him just as the waitress came to take there orders.When they had finished ordering, Booth leaned over towards her and smirked. "So, Bones. How do you like my mother? Charming lady isn't she?"

"She seems...nice. She said to tell you goodbye and she loved you, oh and that if you didn't come up to New York to see her this weekend with Parker, that she was coming down to see you, she wanted me to come up to so she could get to know me better. Though I don't know why she wants to get to know me. But, either way I won't be able to go up with you, even if I wanted to, I've got so much to do here that I don't even know if I'll be getting any sleep let a lone vacation time."

Booth shook his head at his partner, why was she such a workaholic? Was it so hard for her to have a little fun every now and then? "Oh, come on, Bones! Are you saying you wouldn't want to go to New York with me and meat my mother and the rest of the Booth family, besides you do know that you get this weekend off right?"

"Your being sarcastic aren't you? I don't think that I would like to meat your family very much, Booth. They don't really seem like the kind of people who would like me that well, so, yes that is exactly what I'm saying. How do you know I have this weekend off?"

Booth rolled his eyes at her as the waitress came with their food, Booth leaned back in his seat letting the waitress place his plate in front of him then leaned back up directing his attention back towards Brennan. "Most everyone has this weekend off, Bones,you know, most normal people, the ones who enjoy days off. It's Memorial day weekend, that's when most people go see family and friends, the ones they haven't seen in forever, example being my mother."

Temperance leaned over and took a fri from Booth's plate then leaned back over to her side chewing slowly on the salty snack. " I know it's Memorial Day weekend, Booth. But I don't have family I can go see, Russ is with Amy and the girls, I don't even know if my grandparents are alive or dead, if I have any cousins I don't know were they live or who they are, My Dad is the only one available this weekend and I see him quite frequently so there's really no need to spend the weekend with him."

Booth nodded his head. "This is exactly why you should come up to New York with me, and that my mother won't leave me alone until she meets you, but that's my own personal problem for letting her talk to you. Anyway, I think I might be able to get Parker for the weekend, and if you came along I wouldn't have to worry about Parker running out of things to do while we drive up. He likes talking to you, Bones."

"Booth, I don't know, I don't really think it's necessary for me to meat your family. And besides if I do come with you I'm going to have to drop all of my work until Monday, which means I'll be busy all of next week, so that means that you can't convince me to go anywhere else with you for a long time, oh, and you have to help with my paper work for payback. Well, the paperwork you can help with, some of it's just book stuff or paperwork on skeletons not involved with a case that we have done together and some of it's..."

"Does this mean you'll go, Bones? Please!" Booth interrupted her, he flashed her a toothy smile and tilted his head to the side. Brennan opened her mouth then closed it, thinking. She grabbed another frie from his plate and waited until she had eaten it to answer him. "I'll go, but I won't like it, and I want to drive at least half of the way up there. And you still have to help with paperwork. Deal?" Booth nodded his head. "And you said my charm smile didn't work on you." He grinned at her again then took a tomato from her salad.

"Your "charm smile" does not work on me, my decision had nothing to do with you, I'm just curious as to if your family is anything like you."

"Sure, Bones, whatever you say."