Chapter 4: I'm really surprised with my responses! keep reviewing please! i love it:) I'll try to keep on top of this story as much as possible. I know how frustrating it is when people take forever to update :p you know how it goes, I own nothing. enjoy :) oh and if you guys ever have ideas about how the story should go, please let me know.

She woke up the next morning to find Booth gone, Christine lying under her outstretched arm, and the smell of blueberry pancakes in the air. She smiled to herself, but soon remembered the events of the previous day "that's probably why he's making pancakes" she thought to herself Booth had his own ways of making her feel better, cooking was one of them. She gently lifted Christine's head enough to slip her arm out and placed pillows all around her as a precaution.

Standing up she realized how exhausted she was. She had only slept for about two hours last night, she couldn't get that man's malicious face out of her hand. She could still feel his eyes on her chest, his hands on her back. Suddenly she felt sick, she bolted to the bathroom only to dry-heave into the toilet a few times. God he made her sick.

She spent all night trying to figure out what to do. She wanted a restraining order, but then she would have to see him again. How did he even find her? She made a point to move as far away as she could from him that her job would allow. Which was unfortunately only a few states over. But she never gave him her information.

As she walked into the kitchen she saw Booth try to flip a pancake in the air, only to have it hit the ground with a dull smack!

When he turned around to see where it landed he saw her. he turned off the stove and offered her a plate.

"thanks" she said flatly

"anytime bones" he answered "How'd you sleep?"

she was about to say 'good' but then remembered she didn't. So instead she said "I've slept better"

"I bet" he replied. After a moment he added "So I did some homework this morning"

"What do you mean Booth? You aren't in school are you?"

"No, Bones. I mean I did some research. On...this guy" for some reason he felt uncomfortable saying his name.

"oh" was all she said. She was secretly glad that booth had looked him up, it saved her from having to repeat the story again.

"And I've been thinking..." he continued, "I want to talk to him, I want to interrogate him and find out what he's all about."

"You want to talk to him?" Bones replied immediately. "I-I don't think that is such a good idea Booth"

"I know you don't want to bring all this up again, I understand that but-"

"NO!" she blurted out quickly before he could finish, "Booth, I love you, but just know that there is very little that you understand about this. If I can help it I don't ever want to even think about him again. Let alone talk to him."

"I know that Bones" he answered quietly "which i s why I'm gonna do it. I don't want you to be near this guy ever again either. But you and I both know that if this is going to get resolved, someone has to face him." Brennan stood there for a moment just looking at him. He was right. As terrible as this situation was, it need to be faced. She opened her mouth to tell him that she understood when they heard a muffled cry coming from the baby monitor on the counter. Temperance took a step towards Booth, kissed him on the corner of his mouth and whispered "thank you" in his ear quietly. Then went to go retrieve her daughter.


That day she went into the Lab a little late. Christine had a fussy morning and it took them both a while to realize why; she had lost her favorite toy bunny. After a scavenger hunt and an "ah ha!" from Seeley as he pulled the toy from under the bed, they were on there way. Booth went straight to the Hoover building and Brennan took Christine to day care, before he left he told her,

"I'm going to get to work on this Bones, don't worry, I'll fix this" he flash a stunning smile at her as he made this promise. She reciprocated with a faint one and pecked his lips "I trust you Booth" was all she replied with. And that was all he needed to hear.

"She walked into the day care and handed her daughter over to the supervisor with another weak smile. Just as she turned to go, she realized something, "Excuse me, Denise?" she asked as the the day care provider turned around, still holding the baby, "Yes Dr. Brennan?"

"I'm sorry to sound overbearing, but do you think you could keep an extra close watch on Christine today? I had an unwelcome visit from someone I DON'T want Christine around, and I just want to make sure she is in constant supervision today"

The woman had heard about a commotion with a stranger on the forensic floor yesterday, but assumed it was just a crazy homeless guy lost or something.

"Sure thing doctor, she'll be in good hands" she said kindly

"Thank you so much" Brennan replied, giving Christine one last kiss on the cheek before walking out the door. She didn't think David would ever come back to the Jeffersonian, she was confident that they had scared him away from here for good. At least she hoped they had.

She went to the elevators and hit the up button. As she arrived on the forensic floor she noticed peoples heads turning in her direction.

"Great, now everyone knows" she thought as she reached her office and went to unlock it, but she found it already unlocked.

Opening it slowly she found Angela inside, "Hey sweetie," she said from the couch where she was sketching a face of what Temperance assumed was a victim, "how are you today?"

"Uh, I'm OK" she answered, a bit confused, "why are you in my office Ange? Not that I'm not glad to see you or anything"

Angela gave her a small chuckle, "I just wanted to see how you were after, after yesterday." she said, cautiously "I know you know I called Booth, and I hope your aren't mad at me"

"I'm not mad Angela" Brennan told her as she walked up to her desk a put down her purse "I'm actually thankful. Thank you for helping me with that whole situation yesterday, I really appreciate it."

"It's no problem sweetie, I know you'd do the same for me" and that was true, she would.

"I should probably go thank Cam as well-" Brennan started

"Oh, she's not here right now actually" Angela said as she rose off the couch. "She went to go talk to Booth"

"what? why? he already knows everything?" Temperance responded, now confused.

"I know hun, but she want to talk about getting a restraining order on that guy, and making sure he never comes back" she paused, not knowing how to say the next thing "...No one...wants to see you the way you were yesterday Bren" she said quietly

"what?" Brennan said "scared? everyone gets scared Angela, it's anthropologically-"

"No sweetie, you weren't just scared" the artists interrupted "you were terrified, and vulnerable and..and-"

"weak" the anthropologist finished. Angela didn't say anything

"You guys don't want to see me weak again, that's understandable I suppose. I am generally a very put together person."

"and so humble" Angela laughed

"Anyway" Brennan continued, "Thank you for your concern but i should really get back to work on that cold case"

"okay hun, let me know if you need anything" Angela said as she left

Back at the FBI building, Booth and Cam were waiting for David Marks' record to be delivered.

"Was she okay when she came home last night?" Cam asked, concerned

"As good as can be expected I guess" was all he replied with. At that moment and agent walked in and handed over the files they had been waiting for.

"Thanks Dean" Booth replied without looking at him. Cam moved forward to look at the file with him, but before he even turned the page he said quietly...

"oh no, that's not good"

"what is it Seely?" Cam asked. He looked at her.

"Camille, he is still a foster parent. It says here that he is currently fostering a 14 year old girl"

"oh my god" was all Cam said.

"We need to get that girl outta there" Booth said, picking up his phone. He could feel anger bubbling up inside him. This man, this vile, disgusting excuse for a human being, who hurt the love of his life in the worst possible way, was probably doing the same thing to some other poor girl. He was going to stop this if it was the last thing he ever did.