She lies there with her eyes open. She keeps still thinking that her movements will alert him. She listens carefully. She hears her heart pounding in her chest. She hears him breathing. She waits for him to start snoring. He finally starts to snore lightly. She carefully slips out of bed, and instantly regrets it. She hears the snoring stop, and feels the bed move next to her. She sits very quietly against the side of the bed. She feels a hand plunge into her hair. She knew what happened next, this was nothing new. She can feel her muscles tense. '

A shrilling sound makes her jerk. She sits up and looks around. She finds the settings unfamiliar. She sees her phone lighting up on the stand next to her. She takes a deep breath and stares at the clock finally realizing where she is. She grabs the phone and answers, "Hello?"

"Dr. Brennan this is Amanda with Brinks home security we've just received word that your security system was compromised,"

"What?" she can't seem to think clearly at–she looks at the clock– three forty-nine in the morning.

"Are you ok? Is there someone in your home?"

"I don't know. I'm staying with a friend,"

"So you're not home?"

"No,"

"So you didn't open a door and forget to unarm your system?"

"No,"

"Ok. We're going to send the police over to check it out right now,"

"Ok thank you," Temperance says.

She hangs up the phone and climbs out of bed. She shuffles her feet until she reaches the door way. She then picks them up carefully with each step not wanting to wake Parker. She looks in on him as she passes his open bedroom door. His covers are on the floor and one foot dangles off the edge of his bed. She carefully creeps into his room. He snores loudly as she stands over him. She carefully places his dangling leg back on the bed. She gently throws his covers over him. She quietly exits the room and heads for the stairs. After reaching the bottom she steps onto a cold floor. It makes her nearly jump out of her skin. She recovers and then tiptoes into the living room. She stops next to the couch. She looks at Seeley who has his eyes shut tightly. She sees the remote on the coffee table. She turns off the flickering T.V., and carefully walks in between the coffee table and the couch. A hand grabs her calf. She freezes.

"I was watching that," a voice tells her.

She smiles to herself before he turns a lamp on. She stands in front of him as he sits up. He motions for her to sit, and she does so with very little reluctance.

"What's on your mind?" he questions.

"Why do you think that there is something on my mind?"

"Because you're wondering around the house at nearly four in the morning," he tells her.

"Oh,"

"Couldn't sleep?"

"I was,"

"What happened?"

"I got a phone call,"

"From who?"

"The security company,"

"Whose security company?"

"Mine... the one for my security system,"

"Oh what did they want?"

"They want to let me know that my security system had been compromised,"

"How is that possible?"

"I have a few guesses,"

"You don't guess,"

"I have an idea,"

"What?"

"It was Alex. He obviously knows where I live. I thought that I would be safe,"

"In your own apartment?"

"Away from him,"

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Never mind,"

"No tell me,"

"I..." he could swear that her voice was trembling–she was not a woman whose voice ever trembled.

"Temperance are you afraid of him?"

"Not really... not anymore,"

"Not really? Or you aren't?"

"How did he find me?"

"He probably typed your name into the white pages,"

"Typed my name in?"

"Yeah. There is a website that is the same as the white pages in the phone book,"

"Oh,"

"Are you afraid of him?" he poses the question again.

"I used to be,"

"Are you still?"

"I don't know. He's a big guy,"

"Why are you afraid of him?"

"It's a long story,"

"It's four in the morning... I've got the whole day ahead of me,"

"I'm not sure that I want to talk about it,"

"Why?"

"There is a reason that the past stays the past,"

"What do you mean?"

"There are a lot of things in my past that I would prefer stayed there,"

"I thought that you didn't believe in regret,"

"I don't,"

"But?"

"But nothing. I just... I left that. That life... it's not my life anymore, I'm not that person anymore,"

"What life? What person?"

"I'm not a naive kid, and I... I'm just not willing to have him in my life again,"

"What aren't you telling me?"

"Things that I can't tell you,"

"Things you won't tell me..."

"I... it would change your perception of me,"

"Nothing could change what I think about you,"

"Maybe not, but I... I don't want to discuss it,"

"Why?"

"It's the past. I don't live in the past,"

"You frequently look at bones that are hundreds of years old,"

"That isn't the same. I meant that I don't live in my past,"

"Maybe you should have lived more in your past,"

"I don't know what that means,"

"You should have lived it when you were there so that you don't have to do it now,"

"I've lived plenty thank you,"

"You've never done anything spontaneous in your life,"

"I have you just don't know about it,"

"Tell me,"

"No,"

"I'm your partner,"

"Yes you are, but I'm failing to see your point,"

"You're ok with me protecting you, but you won't tell me a few secrets,"

"Sorry,"

"Temperance you don't really need protecting,"

"Maybe not now... but I could slip into the past,"

"What?"

"Nothing,"

"What did this guy do to you? What has you so afraid of him?"

"It isn't important,"

"Yes it is Temperance. If this guy hurt you I want to nail his ass to the wall,"

"You won't find anything to nail him to the wall with,"

"What?"

"Nothing... I'm tired. I just want some sleep,"

"Then go back to bed,"

"I don't know if I can go to sleep,"

"Why not?"

"It's stupid,"

"No tell me,"

"I just I have nightmares,"

"About what?"

"Nothing... just... nothing,"

"Why don't you lay down here, close your eyes and I'll go sit in the chair. If you have any nightmares I'll be right here,"

"Ok," it surprises him that she agrees.

When she comes out of her sleep her senses yell at her. She smells coffee, and pancakes. She feels something heavy on her chest. She finds it very hard to breath. She rubs at her eyes before opening them. When she finally opens them she sees a bright eyed boy on top of her.

"What are you doing?" she asks with a grin.

"Daddy said that you're a heavy sleeper. He told me to come sit on you," Parker answers.

"Oh," she smiles as he slips off. He grabs her hand and tugs. "Come on!" he insists.

"Where are we going?" she asks.

"To the kitchen. Dad made us breakfast," Parker tells her.