"Booth, you're late…again. Hope you're not going to make a habit of it." She teased.

"Sorry Bones," he said, attempting a smile, but the one he gave looked pained, and even Temperance noticed that.

She wasn't sure if she should say anything but, "What's wrong Booth?"

He sighed. "Bad day," he told her.

She didn't say anything, but her eyes seemed to ask for more.

"I-, I broke up with Rebecca," he said slowly.

"Your girlfriend?" she asked. He nodded. Once again she wasn't sure if she should ask, but she did, "How come?"

"It-, she-, It just wasn't working out. She wanted a fling, and I guess I wanted something more? I don't really know why, but we just had to go our separate ways."

"I'm sorry Booth," Temperance said, "Well let's start anatomy."

Booth winced, but opened his book. Temperance noticed, and well, his puppy dog eyes got the best of her.

"Actually," she began, "How about we go get some pie first?"

Booth looked up and gave a real smile.

"Let's get an apple pie," Booth said, "It's one of their best."

"I don't really like fruit baked…" Temperance said.

"Comm'on Bones, it's great! You'll love it," he assured her.

She smiled at the use of her new nickname and reluctantly agreed. Booth got the pie and two forks and they went outside to sit on the curb.

They sat there, talked, and ate the pie, which Temperance found surprisingly delicious. Booth was amazed at how easy Bones was to talk to. She wasn't at all like the weirdo he had assumed she'd be. Even after the pie was long gone they sat on the curb and talked for hours.

"Oh no!" Temperance soon exclaimed.

"What?" Booth said, his voice full of concerned.

"I missed the last bus!" She looked as fleeting as Cinderella after midnight.

"I'll drive you home," Booth offered.

"Well I-, I-," Temperance stuttered, and Booth was shocked to find her close to tears.

"Are you okay? Cause really, it's no problem, I'll drive you home," Booth said, scooting closer to her on the curb.

She struggled with an internal debate. Booth really seemed concerned, but she had never told anyone. Then again, no one had ever cared before.

"Bones, are you okay?" Booth asked again.

"Sorry, it's just, I've never told anyone before…"

Booth looked her straight in the eyes, "It's okay," he said, "You can trust me."

"I live in a group home," she started slowly, refusing to make eye contact with Booth, "for abandoned children."

Booth wasn't sure what to say but he put his arm around her. She seemed startled at first, but then leaned into him before continuing. "My-my parents disappeared when I was fifteen, my brother went out west to look for work, and I-,"

Booth stopped her, "Hey its okay," He said gently, squeezing his arm more tightly around her. "Comm'on, let's get you back home."

They talked a bit during the car ride, just casual easy conversation. When they got to the home, Temperance turned to him and said, "Thank you," and it was clear she was thanking him for more than just the ride.

"Your welcome," Booth responded, equally sincere. Temperance started to walk off. "Hey Bones, wait," he called after her. She turned around. "You want to come to my game tomorrow?"

"Okay Booth," she said as she smiled, turned, and walked inside the house