Hey readers, your reviews inspired me so much that I managed to complete another chapter. I thought I was going to let you all stew for a couple of days while I worked on it, but what can I say reviews actually do get the stories out faster!

Also I realised I forgot my DISCLAIMER! So here it is.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the things which have escaped the asylum of my mind, oh and of course Delaney and George. They didn't escape, they were paroled.

Previously on The Body and the Daughter

"there's a young girl here, woman I mean, ah…she says she's your daughter"

"Delaney's here?"

At that precise moment the doors to the lab slid open and the FBI brought in the body. No one moved.

"Where is she?" Brennan asked, and George pointed towards the doors, out to the foyer where all non-employees must wait. Brennan left immediately.

As the body was delicately placed upon an autopsy table by the FBI lackeys, Booth, Angela, Hodgins, Zach and Cam stood stock still in the lab, frozen in place by this new development.

"What?" stated Booth, "That's a little…"

"Surprising" said Hodgins

"Unexpected"' replied Zach

"Unfair!" Booth finished.

"Unfair? You think it's unfair?" Cam replied.

"Hell yes!" Angela confirmed

"You'd think since I told her about Parker she'd tell me about…"

"Technically, you did not inform Dr. Brennan of Parker's existence, she found out from Hodgins, who was informed accidentally by Dr. Goodman whom you told while hallucinating" Zach began to explain the intricacies of the 'Parker' discovery.

"Yes, thank you Zach" Booth said sarcastically. "No, it's unfair, definitely unfair. We're partners; partners share things, important things. I'd think something like a daughter was a sharing thing, right?"

"Excuse me sweetie, But I'm her best friend don't you think it's a little bit more important for me to know than for you?"

"Did you know?" Hodgins asked. Angela didn't reply, she merely stared at the doors though which Brennan had disappeared. "I'll take that as a no" he mumbled.

A few more minutes passed, agonizing minutes for the collection of colleagues on the platform. A million questions filled the air like a thick fog, the silence was palpable, they all yearned for Brennan to return so they could begin their interrogation. Foremost in their minds the questions of: You have a daughter? How old is she? Why didn't you tell us? The why they weren't informed of this aspect of Brennan's life the thing that hurt the most, especially for Booth and Angela.

George, the elderly security guard, was shell shocked. His whole opinion of Dr. Brennan was irreconcilably altered. She, the solitary doctor, who tugged at his heartstrings with her yearning for family, already had one. One that she kept separate and secret from her friends. But as he looked toward her rushing out to greet her petite daughter, George thought there must be more to it than this, Dr. Brennan is a good woman, she has her reasons. And so, he followed her. Hoping to catch some glimpse of what made Dr. Brennan decide to shun her daughter, from the world, and from her friends.

George walked as swiftly as his sixty-seven year old legs could carry him; he rounded a corner and immediately stopped. There, standing in front of the entire Jeffersonian Museum where anybody could see her, was Dr. Brennan hugging a young girl, no, a young woman. This woman who had identified herself as Delaney Brennan was smaller than Dr. Brennan by a good five inches. Her hair was slightly darker than her mothers, and the features were similar but not. George couldn't put his proverbial finger on it but if he was truthful with himself he didn't quite believe it. But perhaps the girl took after her father…now that was an interesting thought. One that Angela herself was struggling with.