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"He liked it when you called him 'Daddy'?" Booth said with disgust.

Brennan nodded and looked at her hands. "He was nice to me for about two weeks. He would give me money when I needed it, and buy me things, but it was, because he… liked me."

Booth cringed. "You mean as more than a foster daughter?"

"Yes." She said simply, with her own disgust. "His wife… she never came home. I didn't know why at the time, but she was never home. It was just me and him most of the time." She took a deep breath and continued. "One night, he came into my room. He was complimenting me and I thought he was being really nice, but… he…" She tried to say it, but couldn't.

Booth cupped her cheek and stroked it. "It's okay. You don't have to say it."

She let a single tear fall out of her eye and he swiped it away. "Shh, its okay, Bones."

She nodded and swallowed down her tears. "He continued for a long time. Maybe six months. I tried to fight back, but he punished me. I-I didn't want to. I didn't."

"Bones, I know you didn't'. He raped you. You don't have anything to feel guilty about." He said, pulling her into a hug. She sunk into him and laid her head on his chest. "I do." She argued.

He looked at her with quizzical eyes, and she began to so freely. "Booth, I do."

"What is it, Bones?" She asked, rocking her.

She took a deep breath and tried to cal herself. "About five months after John began raping me, I- I got pregnant." She said self-consciously.

Booth looked shocked, but didn't want to push her away unintentionally. "Pregnant?" He asked.

She nodded. "I was so scared. Eventually John was arrested, but when he did, I got put in to a group home.

"Bones, if you had an abortion, I understand. You don't have anything to be ashamed of." He said caressing her arm.

"I didn't have an abortion. I couldn't. They doctor all suggested it, and all of the social workers too, but I couldn't kill an innocent baby." She looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"That was a very selfless and wonderful thing to do, Temperance." He said.

She thanked him with her eyes and said, "Well I was pregnant, so no foster parent would take me in. I stayed in a group home for the whole time. When I had the baby, it was a girl. She was so beautiful. I wanted to keep her, but I was a foster child with no income, and no family. I couldn't have taken care of her. I gave her up for adoption the next day, and never saw her again." Brennan smiled despite the sad story. "I loved her so much, but I couldn't keep her."

"Bones.." Booth whispered, not knowing what to say. He was flabbergasted. He'd always thought that Brennan just didn't like kids, but there was an entirely different story beneath. "I'm so sorry." He said, no t knowing what else to say.

"I am too."

He sighed. "I... I never knew all of that happened to you."

She looked up. "How could you? I'm not exactly one to share."

He conceded, and continued questioning. "Did you name her?"

"Christine Elizabeth; after my mom." She said with a somber smile.

"That's beautiful."

"She was beautiful." She said.

A few later, after Brennan had a shower and gotten ready, they decided to go to the park. When they got there, they sat on the bench and watched the children play. Brennan looked intently on the children. She sighed. "It's not that I don't want kids, it's just… it wouldn't be fair to Christine."

Booth nodded in understanding. "So you never tried to find her?" He questioned.

She shook her head. "I don't deserve her. I gave her up. She wouldn't want me."

Booth closed his eyes. "Bones, that's not true, and you know it. You know, if you want to, I could look into it and try to find her for you..."

Brennan stood up. "Booth, no! My daughter has a family and a life. I don't need to complicate things. She's not mine anymore. She was never mine."

He scoffed. "Bones, that's bullshit and you know it. She will always be yours. She will always be inside of you. She's a part of your soul."

"I don't believe in souls." She argued.

He sighed. "You still love her, don't you?"

"Absolutly."

"And why do you love a child that you only knew for one day, and that you never saw again?" Booth questioned.

"Because she is my daughter!" Brennan screamed.

"Exactly." He said. "She is yours! And you have a right to know if she's okay or not."

"You don't get it, Booth. I can't show up in her life. I'm her biological mother, but I will never be her mom." She said, with sad defeat.

He didn't say anything, so she continued. "Just promise me that you won't look into this, Booth. I know you, and I know you were going to try, but please, just don't." She pleaded

He saw her eyes, and it was over. "Fine, Bones."

Late that night, Booth lay awake on his laptop. He wanted to keep his promise to Bones, but he just wanted to make sure Bones' little girl was happy and healthy. As he searched the internet, he came across a Christine Elizabeth Patterson. He looked into the link and saw it was the foster system website for South Carolina. His heart stopped when he saw the picture connected to the link. The dark hair, the piercing blue eyes. She was a spitting image of her mother. He shook his head at what he saw.

Name: Christine Elizabeth Patterson

Age: 15

Race: Caucasian

Hobbies: Science, Math, and Writing.

Booth shut the laptop and ran a hand over his face.

She was a foster child?

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