Hi everyone who has spent their precious time reading this lonely fic. I just want to thank you all ahead of time, especially because I'm a little bit worried I may not have captured everyone justifiably. Please review, or otherwise I can't get better. Also, any reviews are much appreciated, although I do ask that when stating whether or not you liked my work - please explain why...not just that you did or didn't like it, thanks.

Dr. Temperance Brennan walked with a calm grace into the Jeffersonian on a cool September morning. Granted it was a little early for anyone to be decently out and about, but as George the security guard thought '5am's not too bad for the good doctor.'

George and Temperance had a good working relationship. He gave a short friendly, yet professional, wave whenever she arrived and she gave a small tight, friendly smile back. Last year, after that horrible Christmas valley fever scare, she had even wished him a Merry Christmas after leaving.

For some reason, George imagined a feeling of contentment resonating from Dr. Brennan. He liked to think that after all this time she was beginning to feel happy and at home here. She deserved it, and she always depicted him very nicely in her books, the sweet, elderly security guard name Jorge Bailey. It was her written thanks to him for keeping her bones safe!

Bones smiled at George as she walked into the Jeffersonian. She had taken Angela's advice and had started to give more of herself to the people around her, she had decided to start with George he seemed safe enough, and kind of reminded her of her grandfather. She glanced around the lab, the lights were dark and no one was around, she went into Limbo and pulled out the file AB#24354, a John Doe from 1967. Four hours later Booth strolled into her office demanding her attention.

"Bones, I've got a body for you!"

"Booth, a body? As in skin…" Brennan looked slightly distressed.

Booth did half grimace before answering "Well, yes but it's not what you think, well kind of but you just…you have to see it."

Brennan still did not look convinced, "Bones, please Cullen was very specific about getting you to have the first look."

"Okay, but if it's skin we'll need Cam"

Booth watched in slight surprise as Bones walked out towards the lab, since when did Bones need anyone? Especially for work? Especially Cam?

Cam, Zack, Hodgins and Booth were all loitering around an autopsy table as Bones started to become restless.

"Booth, I thought when you said you had a body for me; you meant an actual one that I could see, not some ephemeral one made up out of your imagination."

"Yeah, Seeley, I was actually doing work before this" Cam chimed in; Booth sent her an unimpressed look. She merely grinned.

"Bones, I'm sure they just got lost in traffic or something"

"The FBI got lost?"

"Delayed...traffic, you know" he groaned, "Bones, seriously be little bit patient, it's only been a quarter of an hour."

Just when it looked like Bones was about to give up all hope and storm back to her office, a timid attention-grabbing cough was heard.

Each one of them slowly turned towards to the bringer of the noise. It was an elderly security guard.

"Hi George." Brennan said. The others looked surprised that she knew someone who worked at the Jeffersonian, specifically one they did not.

"Dr. Brennan, um…well, the thing is you see" he began, Brennan looked at him more steadily,

"Security guard dude, spit it out" Hodgins interrupted.

"George, darling, take a breath and start again" Angela replied as she climbed the stairs after swiping her card.

"Um, Dr. Brennan, there's a young girl here, woman I mean, ah…she says she's your daughter" George looked mortified to be even carrying this absurd news to the good doctor.

Everyone else looked at him in wordless amusement! Even the thought of it was laughable. Cam and Booth were both trying to choke back small chuckles, while Zach, Angela and Hodgins all looked slightly confused, that is of course, until Brennan said

"Delaney's here?"