The next part is in late September. And apologies for the crappy title. I tried to consult the ITunes library for inspiration- zilch.

It was Saturday. However this Saturday was different to normal. Everyone had been extremely restless. Brennan and Booth had to be called into work due to different emergencies and the kids lad been left on their own since they trusted 12-year-old Katy to keep everyone in place.

Izzie had noticed that Harry had been acting strangely. He had been hiding in his room a lot recently and he seemed rather withdrawn at both home and school. She didn't think he was being bullied. Harry had his father's courage to stand up to people so people knew not to mess with him. Something was up and Izzie was determined to find out. But she was under instruction to do her homework and piano practice.

So, taking residence at the kitchen table, she opened her English notebook and looked at the questions she was required to answer.

Question 1: Using as many adjectives as possible, what do you look like?

"Ms Blackley knows what I look like why do I need to answer this?" Izzie asked her sister who was doing her biology work.

"I asked the same question when I did that. She just wants to see if you understand what an adjective is. Or to test your imagination." Katy answered.

"Great. So I just have to write what I look like in an imaginative way?"

"Yes. I said that I my hair was fiery red rather than nut brown. Seemed a little better than saying nut brown hair."

"Speaking of nut brown hair, have you noticed Harry has been acting strangely?"

"A little, you don't think he is being bullied, do you?"

"I haven't seen anyone picking on him, and if they did, they know not to. I may ask either Allie or Molly if they know what is wrong. Hold on, I need to go to the bathroom a minute." she got up and walked over to the downstairs toilet but stopped short when she saw some red spots on the back of her skirt. "Katy!" she yelled.

"What is it Shrimp?" Katy asked as she opened the bathroom door. She saw the spots on the back of her sister's skirt and sighed in sympathy. "Hold on." she left the bathroom for a moment and returned with a pack of sanitary pads. "Go and change your underwear and put one of these in the lining and it should stop the leakage." Katy explained handing the pack to her sister.

"What is going on?" Izzie asked looking a little scared.

"Mom's had the talk with you right?" Izzie nodded. "Right and she explained what a time of the month is?"

"I think she did."

"Well, this is just one of those things she explained. Don't worry. I does hurt a little but I'll get you some pain killers and a hot chocolate. Oh and change your skirt as well."

"Are you going to tell Mom?"

"I have to. She'd want to know about this."

"Ok. Thanks." Izzie hugged Katy and her sister responded by hugging her back.

"No problem Iz."

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Having finished the homework and completed her piano practice, Izzie decided to tackle the issue of Harry. She knocked on the 7-year-old's door and opened it to find him sitting on his bed with a book open and him trying to read it.

"Hey, Harry. What's up? You've been quiet the last couple of days." she asked sitting on the bed next to him.

"Nothing." he mumbled.

"Come on there is something wrong. No one is bullying you are they?"

"No. I just want to be left alone."

"I won't leave you alone until you tell me what is wrong."

"Nothing is wrong." he said a little louder.

"Ok, don't get angry. I was only asking because I'm your sister and I want to know what is going on."

"No you are just being nosy."

"I'm not. Harry, I'm just concerned. I'd rather you tell me now than Mom and Dad getting worried."

"Just leave me alone I don't want to talk about it." Izzie gave him a kiss on the head and decided to leave him alone until he was ready to talk.

"You know where I am if you want to talk." She went back to her and Katy's room and sat on her bed trying to get comfortable but the ache in her lower stomach just made it difficult.

"Hey Izzie." Brennan said coming into the room and rested her hand on Izzie's leg. "How do you feel?"

"It hurts." she complained.

"It'll be okay, you just need a hot water bottle and a lie down. Feels different doesn't it?"

"A little. I don't look any different."

"It's a change on the inside than the out. It's not the nicest change but unfortunately it is something us women have to put up with."

"Thanks Mom."