This is a story I just came up with and I do hope you enjoy it.

"Okay Bones you must have had a favorite movie when you were a kid?" Booth said.

"I preferred books, they are much more insightful and they are better learning tools." Brennan replied.

"Before you became science geek of the year you had to enjoy some movie, tell Boothie what it is."

"No Booth, this is childish."

"Please, it's no big deal just tell me."

"You will laugh at me."

"No I won't, please will you just tell me."

"Okay fine. As a child I thoroughly enjoyed Mary Poppins, and at times I catch myself humming A Spoonful of Sugar. Are you happy now?"

"Yes, thank you. That wasn't so bad was it; Mary Poppins is a great movie. And to be honest with you I will watch it if it is on TV."

When the duo arrived at the lab they were greeted by Camille Saroyan or more lovingly known as Cam. The look on her face gave them cause to be less than jubilant.

"Booth, Dr. Brennan we have a new case." She began. "The FBI requested our help with this new serial killer."

"The Foster Kid Killer." Booth mumbled.

"Who?" Brennan replied.

"They named the new serial killer The Foster Kid Killer, because the victims have all been teenagers in foster care."

"And we have the body of the last victim, found two days ago in a storm drain. It's a 16 year old boy named Grant Erving, died of strangulation." Cam said.

"So why does the FBI need our help?" Brennan said.

"They think he or she has already abducted their next victim and they were hoping we will find something they missed to help save her."

Temperance sat in her office reading of the FBI's case files, after each one she began to wish more and more that the case had been brought to the Jeffersonian in the first place. The FBI's work on the case was half assed at best, the reports were disorganized and hard to follow, leaving Brennan disgruntled and pissed off. She used to be a foster child it was a hell hole for her, even without the abuse, she could not even fathom what these victims had gone through, the pain of being alone in the world then kidnapped, tortured and eventually killed, what did these kids do to deserve this?

She continued to read and sip her tea. Some days though she would never admit it, her job sucked. And today was one of those days.

"Hey Bones, I'm going to talk to Grant Erving's foster parents, do you want to tag along?" Booth asked.

"Of course." She replied.

The car ride seemed exceedingly long; neither of them had said a word since they left the lab. Seeley decided to engage a conversation.

"Hey you know Bones I understand if this case is going to be hard on you." He stated.

"Why would it be hard on me Booth?" Brennan questioned.

"Because you know you were a foster kid once and you might see some things that remind you of that."

"It's silly to think that just because I was in foster care that I will have any feelings or attachments to the victims what so ever."

"No it's not Bones, it can get you and you know what I'm here for you, whatever you need."

"Thank you but I will be fine I always am."

They pulled up to the house; it was a white, two-level with a wraparound porch. Booth knocked on the door and a tall, thin, Asian woman answered. She showed the pair into the living room, where her husband was waiting.

"Mr. and Mrs. Jefferies we would like to ask you a few questions." Booth began.

"We already told the FBI all we know." The husband interrupted.

"Yes well for investigation purposes we have to ask you those questions again." He paused for a moment. "How long was Grant in your care?"

"About six or seven months."

"Was there any difficulties?"

"Of course with any child there is, they have to adapt to a new environment and a new set of rules. It's trying both on the child and their care taker." The wife said.

"What kind of troubles did you have with Grant?" Brennan asked.

"He was hard headed, at first he refused to listen to me and Jacob but he learned that we were trying to help him, and he adapted after a few months."

"If there are so many difficulties with these children why do you continue to be foster parents?" Booth inquired.

"We find it rewarding, to know that we can give these children a stable and loving home for a period of time. Some foster parents are cold and mean and we want to show these children that there are good people in this world." The husband replied.

"When was the last time you saw Grant?"

"I saw him off to school the day he went missing, I offered him a ride but like usual he turned it down, if I only tried harder he would be alive." Mrs. Jeffries said, obviously racked with guilt.

"There is nothing you could have done." Temperance said. "Did he have any problems with other students or teachers at school?"

"No he was a good kid; he got good grades and played basketball and lacrosse. Like I said he was a good kid." Mr. Jeffries said.

"That will be all thank you for your time." Booth said before leaving the house.

When they were outside of the house Booth's phone vibrated in his pocket.

"Cam just sent me the details about the new victim, her name is Lili Kendall, and she is fifteen years old born on May 17, 1995. Here is her picture." He said handing the phone to Brennan.

Brennan stared at the picture taking in the girls facial features, her mind went numb. She felt as if her heart was about to beat out of her chest. They had placed a face on their kidnap victim, who was the same age that Brennan had been when she entered foster care. How someone willing could hurt such a beautiful young girl.

"We are going to talk to the parents." He stated.

"Booth I'd rather go back to the lab, I think I will be of more use there."

"Sure Bones." He knew that this case was going to be hard for her.

She once again found herself at her desk. Trying to process everything, things were not supposed to work out this way. Wasn't a child put in foster care for a chance at a better life, not to have it all taken away from them? A young mother would willingly put her newborn daughter in foster care after someone promises that the baby will find a good home but fifteen years later that baby girl is alone in the world and is kidnapped without a loving soul to notice. Brennan started at the picture of the girl who was lovingly named Lili for hours. Short bobbed brunette hair, big blue eyes, beautifully sculpted pink cheeks, perfectly crafted nose, and a set of small rosy lips, just as amazing as the first and the last day she saw her.

"Dr. Brennan I'm sorry to interrupt but we have a live video feed." Hodgins said.

"A live video feed of what?"

"Someone sent us a link to a website; it shows the latest kidnap victim."

He did not have to say anymore, Brennan bolted out of her chair and rushed to the forensic platform to find Booth, Cam, Angela, and her intern Wendell standing watching the dark screen.

Her heart broke, theoretically speaking of course. She had never felt that kind of emotional pain before. She saw that girl bloodied and hurt on the dirty floor; it brought tears to her eyes. Booth took notice of this unusual occurrence. Brennan scurried off. And of course Booth rushed after her.

Booth found her in her office, crumpled on the couch.

"Hey Bones are you okay?" He asked sitting down next to her.

"Yeah I'm fine." She lied.

"No you are not. This case is getting to isn't it?"

"Yes it is."

"You do have an emotional bond with the victims."

"Somewhat."

"You went through the foster system and feel the pain of being displaced like these kids."

"Booth you don't get it."

"No Bones I get it, you feel their pain."

"No you don't, that girl, Lili, she is…"

"She is the same age you were when you entered foster care."

"Yes but that is not what you don't get."

"Then tell me what don't I get?"

"Booth she is my daughter."

"Whoa, wait what?"

TBC….

Please tell me what you think and if I should continue.