"You seem distracted this morning Dr. Brennan," Sweets observes as he enters her office.

"She is," Seeley answers for her.

"About what?" he asks Temperance.

"Some guy," Seeley reveals.

"Is that true Dr. Brennan?"

She finally makes eye contact with him. "I'm sorry what?"

"Are you distracted by some guy?" Sweets asks her.

"I guess," she answers, being less than forthcoming.

"Is this a boyfriend?" Sweets fishes.

"An ex," Seeley smiles.

"Why are you thinking about an ex-boyfriend?"

"He showed up here yesterday,"

"Did he want to get back together with you?"

"I don't know if he thought that but, it's not going to happen," she answers quickly and vehemently.

"Did you talk to the police?" Temperance questions Seeley.

"Yes,"

"And?"

"Someone picked your lock. They dusted for prints, and they're running them now," he tells her.

"They won't find anything," she reveals.

"What do you mean?"

"He's not stupid. I'm sure that he wore gloves," she tells him.

"Who?" Sweets asks not in the loop.

"Alex," she answers.

"Who is that?"

"It's her ex Sweets,"

"He broke into your apartment?"

"I think so," she admits.

"Were you there?"

"No. I stayed with Booth last night,"

"Why?" Sweets forms a smile.

"Because she felt threatened,"

"Is this true Dr. Brennan?"

"I guess...,"

"You guess do you think that you can elaborate a little bit more Dr. Brennan?"

"He's an ex, he hunted me down. He's also an ex-marine,"

"Is that supposed to mean something?"

"I've got work to do," she answers.

Later that day Booth searches for Bones. He finds her with Angela.

"Bones do you want to go to lunch?"

"No. I'm not hungry," she tells him.

"Fine... Ange you want to go to lunch?"

Her eyes drift away from her computer screen.

"You don't have to ask me twice," she beams.

When they get to the diner they're both less interested in food than they are Brennan. They order, and their drinks grow warm as they talk.

"That guy really has her rattled," Angela points out.

"Yeah. I think that there is more to the story that she just isn't sharing,"

"Of course there is. Something stinks. I think that we both know she isn't famous for being forthcoming about her past,"

"True,"

"Maybe you should look into it,"

"Yeah... I think I will. There is something just not right about this,"

"I know. It's not like Brennan to be scared of anyone,"

"And that really worries me Ange,"

"Me too,"

"I'm not so sure that here fear is misguided either,"

"What do you mean?'

"Her place got broken into last night,"

"She didn't tell me that,"

"Of course not,"

"Did she who it was?"

"She stayed with me,"

"Oh. So did anything get taken?"

"No. I think this guy did it,"

"What does she think?"

"She agrees with me,"

"What is wrong with this guy?"

"I don't know but I'm going to find out,"

"And in the mean time?"

"I don't know. She usually fights me on this kind of stuff,"

"But?"

"I told her I wanted to do a background check on this guy,"

"What did she say?"

"She said that I wouldn't find anything,"

"Did she say why?"

"She told me that his dad was richer than daddy Warbucks,"

"She actually said that?"

"Yeah,"

"Booth this isn't good,"

"I know, but I don't know what I should do,"

"Let her tell you,"

"What if she doesn't tell me anything? She can't stay with me forever. She has to go home at some point, and she should feel safe in her own home,"

"I'll try to get it out of her, but I can't make any promises,"

"All I can ask you is to try,"

Angela approaches Temperance when she returns from lunch. She finds Temperance in her office.
"Hey Bren can I talk to you?"

"About what?" she asks making eye contact, and moving towards the couch.

"Alex Marshall,"

"Why?"

"You're scared of him,"

Temperance says nothing.

"Sweetie you aren't scared of anyone,"

"That's not true,"

"Just let me in," Angela begs.

"You won't understand,"

"Understand what?"

"The situation,"

"What situation?"

"Why I stayed,"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't even understand. I can't make sense of it myself,"

"Just try to explain it to me,"

"I thought that it was cute that he was protective,"

"Uh huh,"

"I ended up moving in with him,"

"I thought you were only together for five months,"

"Where did you get that?"

"Booth told me,"

"Oh,"

"So you moved in with him?"

"Uh huh,"

"How old were you?"

"Nineteen,"

"Is he the same age as you are?"

"No he was twenty four,"

"How was the sex?" she lights up upon asking.

"Rough," she answers honestly.

"Good rough? Or bad rough?"

"I don't know. I thought that is was good..."

"But?"

"I soon realized that him being protective wasn't so cute, and it wasn't him being protective,"

"What was it?"

"Jealousy, and control,"

"Oh,"

"After a while I realized that he wasn't the sweet and charming guy I thought that he was,"

"What was he?"

"A control freak,"

"Did he..."

"He had a temper,"

"Did he ever do anything to you?"

Temperance clams up. She shifts her gaze elsewhere. Angela realizes that she's lost her.

"Are you ever going to tell me the whole story?"

"You don't want the whole story,"

"I'm your best friend you can tell me,"

"I know that I can... but it's too hard,"

"How long are you going to stay with Booth?"

She eyes Angela suspiciously.

"As long as it takes,"

"As long as it takes for what?"

"To get him to go away,"