No need to beat around the bush, I don't own Bones. Just this story and season one on DVD.

AN: Thanks for the reviews! Also in the previous chapter, Zack stated that the victim was only two days dead, but it was meant to say ten. Sorry for the mistake.

Yvy – Must not have finished my sentence!

Thanks for the reviews! Sorry it took me so long to update, I've been really busy lately.


Chapter Two

The following Friday seemed to drag on for Tempe. All she could think about was Dylan and the baby. She couldn't focus on the case and put Zack in charge to determine cause of death, Hodgins identified particles lodged in the victim's skull to determine where he was murdered, Angela performed facial reconstruction and identified the adolescent as Matthew Johnson. He was a football player, a basketball player, and ran in track and field. He was academically excelling in every subject, straight A's. Booth had interviews with teachers and peers this afternoon set up and asked Temperance to accompany him. She really didn't want to go, but he insisted and told her that one interview was with the man she asked for. This shocked Tempe. She really wanted to meet with Dylan alone, without Booth hovering, over a dinner, so they can have a private talk. But instead, Booth, uninvitingly, set them up for a talk in a public place in front of him.

"Booth!" Tempe cried out, she didn't want him to meet Dylan yet.

"What? You said you wanted me to find him!" He defended.

"But I want to meet with him alone! This is a private matter and I need some time to prepare for it."

"It can't be private enough to keep it from me." He reasoned, turning sharply into the next lane. They were halfway to the school and the ride was completely silent before Temperance decided to bring up this topic.

"Hey! I can have my secrets and I'd wish you'd respect that." She looked out the window, to angry to look him in the face.

"I do respect you, Bones."

"Clearly you don't—if you did, than I would be on my way by myself to see Dylan."

"What do you want from this guy that's too secret for me to know?" Turn signal went on, a left turn down the road to Central High School.

"I told you…"

"It's a secret!" He finished the sentence for her.

"Exactly. And I would really like it if you would stay out of it until I'm ready to tell others."

Booth wasn't stupid, and Tempe knew this. Did she give too much information? He looked at her, eyes off the road as they came to a red light. Temperance shared his look, trying to read his expression for a reply.

"Wait a minute…"

"The light's green, you should go." She looked away down in her lap. All she wanted to do now was talk to Dylan and only Dylan. He needed to know that he will be a father in about six months. She wanted to know where they stood with this whole pregnancy ordeal.


He was shocked and what he was hearing. The whole defensive Bones thing wasn't surprising, but it was the insistence that put him off. What was so damn important that she had to get all wigged out for? Booth tried to decode her actions, but she told him to drive on because of the green light and he obeyed simply to ease the heat that had risen between the two, and not the heat that one would normally like to find between a man and a woman, this heat caused many to ruin a perfect friendship.

He pulled the FBI issued SUV into the front driveway of the school. Central High School was a small school, ironically on the eastern side of town. Booth led Tempe to the administration office, entering through two glass doors with the school colors, maroon and grey, bordered the entrance with faded paint. When they looked to their right, six corduroy chairs faced each other with a cherry wood coffee table between them. Speaking of coffee, a black coffee pot with Community Coffee paper cups stack beside it was set on a table next to the wall. To their left was a tall counter that behind it lie two computers, office machinery, and two ladies who were typing some sort of document up, no doubt for the principal.

Booth was the first to speak up, he walked to the counter grabbing the woman's attention. "I need to speak with the principal." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

"Whatever for?" She asked.

He took out his badge, "I just need to talk." His face was solemn, the argument with Bones didn't brighten his day anymore. He was supposed to have Parker this afternoon, but Rebecca decided that she needed to get him a doctor's appointment on his day with his son. It didn't matter, she did make a deal with him to have Parker on the weekend.

"Third door on your left."

Booth nodded for Tempe to follow him, which she obliged willingly. They walked down the carpeted hall, past two doors – one labeled "Storage" and the other "Faculty Lounge." The third door came and read "Principal". Booth knocked on the door and an aged man came out of the door, looking tired and stressed. "Agent Booth, I've been expecting you." He said, shaking hands and letting him inside.

The two chairs that stood in front of the oversized office desk were filled with Tempe and Booth. "We desperately need to put this thing to rest, we've gotten so many calls from parents that have complained from our lack of security and no one shows up for school anymore. Reporters have trashed our school, pestering our students and faculty, it's been a long, tiresome week." He sighed, absolutely exhausted.

"Mr. Deirks, we have a few questions about Matthew Johnson. We understand he was a great student, any comments?" Booth understood the stress of a hardworking man. He knew this was absolutely a big weight on his shoulders, he's been complained to about things as well and it really is annoying, but he had to get this cleared.

"That's all to it. He was a great student, he participated in school activities, he was respected by both our teachers and his peers. He made good grades and was a great athlete. He was polite and kind, he helped when he could. I can't think of anyone who might want to kill him." Mr. Deirks explained, receiving the file on Matthew from the computer database.

"Do you know if he had any problems with alcohol, drugs, the likes?" Booth's face was pinched, like it normally was when he was asking questions and being the "Good cop" in "Good Cop – Bad cop."

"Every teen experiments, but as far as I heard he wasn't one to party, unlike his friends. But I can't be for sure since he was never acted up in class, I didn't have to talk with him much."

"Did he have any problems at home?" Tempe asked, she always found out that student who often had a troubled home life acted out and sometimes made connections that shouldn't have been made about things that shouldn't be tainted with. Booth wanted to tell her to stick her nose out of his job, but with everything going on now, he wouldn't want to poke the bear.

"His father left him when he was young, four or five years old. His mother was always bringing guys in, always getting in troubled relationships that often harmed Matthew as well. When his father tried to come back for him, his mother and he got into a big custody battle that upset Matthew greatly. It was the only three months that he didn't participate in extra activities or even communicated with anyone. We tried to help him by sending him to our counselor, but he wouldn't talk to her or anybody. Not even his girlfriend got him to talk. We let him be and it eventually ironed itself out, but he was a little traumatized."

"What kind of men did Ms. Johnson usually attract?"

"Her name is Mrs. Williams now. She married a man three years ago. Before Mr. Williams came into her life, she often brought in men she met in bars. They were never the right men to have a kid around with, you know. One of them went as far as abusing Matthew, but he never let anyone know. The only reason we found out was from police who came to talk to him during school."

"Is this Mr. Williams a good man?"

"He was great to Matthew. He attended all the games, presented his senior ring. Matthew never complained."

"What about his relationship with Matthew's mother?"

"She absolutely loved him as far as she let anyone know. She is good friends with my wife, and my wife never heard her complain about him."

"Okay, about Matthew's dad, what does he think of Mr. Williams?"

"Angry. He was enraged when he found out his ex-wife remarried." He said with worry. "Do you think he did this to Matthew?"

"Did he have any aggressive behavior towards his ex-wife or children?" Booth asked, getting more and more information to feed into his anthropologist's head, who looked extremely into what was happening.

But what Booth didn't see was her frustration. This is the school where Dylan works, he was a teacher here and coached basketball. It was mixing business with personal; this was the school where her victim was murdered. The victim played basketball, the sport Dylan coincidentally coached. That meant there was plenty of reason for Booth to interrogate him, meaning they would be face to face – business to personal. Booth being her business, and Dylan being her personal. It made her uneasy and she automatically felt like crying, but Booth made sure that didn't happen when he slightly nudged her shoulder to pay attention. She caught the end of Mr. Dierks' answer.

" . . . that was the only time I've ever heard of." He said with a sigh.

"We would like a moment to speak with your staff." Booth said, standing up from the flat cushion of the chair. He walked to the door, nodding for Tempe to follow him. She was just staring at him with a what-are-you-thinking face and giving him an evil eye. "Come on, Bones." He motioned again. She bowed her head in surrender and stood up and led him out the door, not letting him lead her.


They made their way to the door that read "Faculty." Not a knock on the door was heard as the strong agent barged in. Several of the teachers flinched in their seats, one of them spilling hot coffee on the table, the others heads shot up in fright, one coach had a "what the hell" look on his face. The lounge had the same carpeting as the wall, an ugly grey color with a hard texture. There was a line of tables, two of them, all with several chairs sloppily surrounding them. There were two vending machines against the far wall, a coffee maker on the counter, and rubber plants put in the corners. The lighting was dim, just one window looking out into the front yard. There was one ragged couch adjacent to the door, worn with two teachers sitting on it, both looking frightfully at the pair.

"Agent Booth, FBI." He flashed his badge.

"Temperance?" A man called.

Both Booth and Bones followed the sound, Booth looking confused, and Tempe, strangely excited. She smiled when she saw that familiar face, Dylan Harris. "Dylan?" She asked with wonder as she went up to him and hugged him tightly, his strong arms feeling wonderful around her waist. She pulled apart, only for him to lean in and kiss her cheek. She didn't know how to reach to this, but a smile and a blush. She looked over at Booth who was staring her down, wondering what possible went on between them.

"I haven't seen you in…" Dylan started, his brown eyes searching her green ones.

"Three months, it was three months." She said quickly.

"That long?" He smiled, the charming smile that brought Temperance to his arms in the first place.

She was about to ask how he has been doing, but by now they have snatched all the teachers' attention and Booths particularly, causing a scene. So the awkward silence began, until Booth swooped in and began telling the teachers what had happened. Dylan grabbed Tempe's hand and brought her to the back corner of the room, Booth being a good distraction as he began asking general questions about the victim.

"How've you been?" He said, his hands trailing up to hold her elbows, softly.

"Great. I actually want to meet with you, over dinner?" Tempe asked. It was probably hormones, but she did feel some sort of attraction. His dark brown hair, thick and wavy begged for her to rub her fingers through it. His brown eyes made her melt on the inside making her feel dizzy and want to collapse into his strong physique.

"That's great, when?"

"How about Saturday night?" She wanted over with before the sonogram was taken, so he can be there to see the span of his child's lifetime.

"Saturday night is great, pick you up at seven?"

"Yes, I'll pick you up at seven." She smiled, this was only the beginning and it was much easier than she thought it would be. Well, the asking part was at least. How she would manage to tell him would be a complete and utter mystery to her.


Alright, we're moving on up! Please tell me what you think, your opinions matter! They decide whether I live or die, just kidding. Yes this was a little shorter and may I say rushed, but remember this is just a history, it isn't meant to be too detailed, but detailed enough that you understand what is going on. Next chapter: The date and the interrogation.

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