(Again, I do not own Bones in reality, only in dreams.)
Progenies in the Lab: Part Two
"I thought you left Hannah in the middle east," Brennan said, once the awkward silence subsided.
"I surprised him," Hannah replied. "It's wonderful to meet you. Seeley says so much about you."
The blonde stepped forward and shook Brennan's hand.
"If you'll excuse me, I have to…go." Brennan pulled her hand away and grabbed her coat as she left.
Booth looked to Angela. "What's bothering her?"
Angela shrugged. "I don't know. But I will find out. Don't mind her," she said to Hannah. "Brennan's just like that sometimes."
Behind Hannah, Booth was shaking his head. He knew even Brennan didn't just walk away like that. Angela followed Brennan out, just as Cam approached her.
"Daisy is cleaning the bones now," Cam told Brennan. "They should be ready soon."
"I am meeting my father for lunch," Brennan replied. "It will have to wait until after that."
"You're leaving for lunch?" Cam asked.
Brennan nodded.
"Hey, sweetie, are you okay?" Angela asked.
"Why are you asking me that? I'm fine. I just have plans with my father." She shifted her bag on her shoulder and walked out.
Angela and Cam exchanged a glance.
"Should we worry?" Cam asked.
"I'm worried," Angela muttered. "She never leaves during a case."
"Is Booth here?"
"Yeah. He brought Hannah. I think it upset Brennan."
"You think she's jealous?"
Angela pursed her lips. "I'm going to find out."
Brennan sat down across from her father in the diner. He looked up and smiled.
"Hey, Tempe."
"Hi, Dad."
Max Keenan frowned. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, why is everyone asking me that?"
"You seem irritated."
"I'm fine, Dad. How are you?"
"I got a job."
"Where?"
"A public school a few miles away from here. I'm a science teacher at the middle school. The principal wants me to start an after school science program."
"That sounds great."
"I was wondering if I could set up the after school program at the Jeffersonian."
"I am not the one to talk to about that. You should ask Cam or someone higher up."
"Well, I want your permission. I already have theirs. They're even letting us have one of the empty classrooms. So, do I have the permission of my daughter?"
"Yes." She took a sip of her coffee. "How many students will be involved?"
"Fifteen signed up, including Parker Booth."
"You're Parker's science teacher?"
Max nodded. "I'm surprised Booth hasn't told you already."
"Booth and I haven't spoken much since we got back."
"Why is that?"
Brennan stirred her coffee absentmindedly. "He's been busy keeping in touch with Hannah, not that he needs to anymore."
"Hannah?"
"Booth's girlfriend. She's back in the US now."
"And you're jealous."
"What? No. I'm happy for Booth."
Max smiled unconvinced. "Of course you are."
"Can we discuss something else?"
As the door to the diner opened, Max looked up. Hodgins and Angela took the seats next to Brennan and Max.
"Hey, sweetie," Angela said. "Daisy cleaned the bones and did her examination. They ran dentals and got an ID." Angela slid a file across the table. "Anthony Young. Fourteen years old. From Frederick, Maryland. Reported missing by his mother, Mandy Young."
Brennan examined the photo as if it were a set of unidentified remains. Then she closed the folder and stood up. "I…I should get back to work. Bye, Dad."