Disclaimer: Not mine. My b-day is next Thursday though =D. That should count for something. T.T If you know me in real life… I will hunt you down and destroy you if you tell people it's my birthday. It's just a birthday and no, I'm not having a party so you can't come. [HI EMILY!!! XD]

This Weeks Episode:

I don't really have much to say here except GO BONES!! YOU PLAY THAT GUITAR! I'll be using this tidbit of information later on in this story.

Random Information:

I write really really small. This whole chapter minus the ANs fit on one page, front and back, and like half of another front. That should give you an idea. If anyone really wants to see my tiny writing… I'll upload a scan to deviantART which I doodles all over the top and the margin and in spaces where dialogue didn't go all the way across the page.

Special Thanks:

To my wonderful Lena who is my bff who lives far away. She loves Bones like me and helped me with the basic outline of the murder.
And... we enjoyed a not quite rp that involved Hacker and beating him up and using a gun to kidnap him... and making Bones drive that car... and Ange hiring us to get them together... and then a giant RV with the whole gang and the inters [cept that old guy] and Booth and Bones in the back room -wiggles eyebrows- and Hacker kinda just on the floor bleeding... as we jump up and down on him.
Ok, so maybe it didn't happen in that order. I can't say I hate Hacker majorly, but he does annoy me.

"Duff! Duff! Come back!" She looked around and saw nothing. The bushes rustled and another girl appeared. "I can't believe you let him get out."

"Me?! What about you?! I told you to close the door!"

"And I told you I had to go grab the mail!"

"Shuuuu, listen."

They were quiet. In the distance they heard… a cat's mewling. "This way." The first girl took off in a brisk walk, not wanting to startle the cat if that was indeed what they were hearing. "Duff!" She let out a delighted laugh and scooped the kitten up. "You should know better than to run off like that," she scolded. "And someone," she glanced at her companion, "shouldn't leave doors open."

The other girl threw her hands up in exasperation. "Shesh, Ok. It was all my fault. I'm the only one to blame."

"Don't use your sarcasm with me. It has no effect."

"Fine, why don't I just take this stick over here and… what's that smell?"

The girl cuddled her kitten. "How should I know? We hardly ever come here even if it is the park across the street."

"Whatever it is it smells bad."

"It's probably a dead animal. Now go get the carrier. I think you left it by the oak tree."

"Ok, ok. I'll be back in a jiffy." She headed back in the direction the two had come from.

The first girl, still holding her kitten who was now purring contentedly, sniffed the air. Cautiously, she made her way through the wooded area. In the distance, she could hear a river running. Her feet hit the gravely beach-like area. Before she could identify the source of the odor, she heard her friend returning. "Over here Hollie," she called.

"Kay!" Seconds later she popped out of the woods and the kitten, who was starting to protest all this holding, was put back in his carrier. "Why'd you come over here?"

"I followed my nose."

"It smells God-awful. Why'd you do that?"

"Don't use the Lord's name in vain," she chided.

"Oh that's rich, coming from someone who's not religious. What are you? A mother hen?"

She glared at her friend and set the carrier down. "I just thought a dead animal might like a proper burial. Plus it would get rid of the smell."

"Goodie-two-shoes" she muttered under her breath.

"Come on Hol, it's got to be around her somewhere."

"Fine, I'll help."

Several minutes later Hollie called her over. "I think I found it. It's under all these branches."

"Reminds me of a beaver's home." She giggled.

"Well it ain't. Let's just move them so we can give this animal of yours a proper burial and get out of here."

"Mkay." They pulled at twigs, broke sticks, and maneuvered them out of the way.

"Oh that's just nasty." Under the twigs they could now see flesh that was nearly completely decomposed.

"Hol, gimme your cell phone."

"Why?"

"Because I left mine on the counter." She held out her hand expectantly.

"I mean why do you need my phone."

"Hol, I think we just found a body."

"Shit."

"Oh my…"

"Don't use the Lord's name in vain." Hollie teased.

"I wasn't going to."

"Suuuurrrreeeeee you weren't." Payback time for Hollie.

"Oh quiet. Can I say what I was going to?"

"Why not? We're waiting for the big bad coppers anyway." She sent a glare at the officer in charge. "Cause these cops are…"

"Hollie! Don't say what I know you were going to say!"

"It's just a word. Shesh, you're such a goodie-two-shoes."

"And? I prefer not to hear people cussing. Now, as I was going to say…"

"Excuse me." A cop cut in.

She threw her hands up. "Spy gives up!"

"I'm Officer Fields."

"What's your first name? Grass? Hay?" Man this was boring. Hollie wanted to go home already.

"Hollie be nice."

"Yes mommy." She took on the expression of an innocent child.

The officer stared at the pair before finding his voice again. "Agent Booth will take your statements soon. Please follow me."

"So," Hollie began. "What cha wanna do tomorrow sis? I mean we found a body today. It's kinda hard to top that on the excite-o-meter."

"Shuuuu."

"What'd I do now?"

"Shuuu I'm watching her work."

"Who?" The lab techs were mostly guys and all fairly boring to her.

"Dr. Temperance Brennan. She's like the top forensic anthropologist in the world. I've read her articles."

"Geek." Hollie taunted.

"Idiot." Spy retorted.

"I know you are, but what am I?"

"Oh real mature."

Hollie slung her arm around the girl's shoulders. "How in the world are we besties?"

"When we were born, somewhere in the world a pig took flight."

"You said it."

"Now please let me watch her. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity."

Hollie left her to watch Brennan with calculating eyes and looked around herself. Lab techs were busy everywhere being directed by the doctor woman. She had to hand it to her, the doctor knew what she wanted done and made no effort to conceal any unhappiness with their work. If anything, she jumped at the chance to correct them.

With the lab techs directed, Brennan squatted down next to the body which was now uncovered by twigs and branches. "Booth!" she yelled as she looked up sharply for him.

"Righto Bones. What do we have today?" A man in a suit stood behind her, a flashy orange tie and cocky belt buckle worn with pride.

"Female, approximately 14-16 years of age. Been out here between 2-4 weeks, Hodgins can give you a more exact time." She continued her preliminary examination. "Ankle is broken. Break occurred within a few hours of her death or right after although the angle suggests she fell. There's fracturing on the frontal bone near the temporal line, however, it's not the cause of death. I'll know more when we get the body back to the lab." Standing she looked at Booth. "I'll need all the sticks they removed as well." No groans were heard from the lab techs. Dr. Brennan always demanded things like this.

"You heard her. All of it to the lab!" There was really no need for Booth to order the techs around; they'd learned to listen to Brennan. He knew it too, he just liked acting like he was the one in charge.

He turned back to Brennan. "Is it murder?"

"I won't know until I do a full examination back at the lab."

"Ok then Bonesie."

"Don't call me Bonesie." Looking around she spotted the two girls. "They found the body?"

"They were chasing an escaped convict."

"Why on earth would they be doing something so dangerous?!" She looked at him horrified.

"Like you're one to talk. Anyways, it was a joke Bones. They were chasing an escaped kitten."

"And they just found it?"

"Not quite."

"Booth, what aren't you telling me?"

Thoughts flashed through his mind. 'That I still want you. That I still want to give us a chance. That you're so beautiful and smart. How I want to be with you forever, marriage or not. You should dump Hacker. I love you in a non-professional, man loves a woman kind of way.'

"They moved some of the branches and uncovered a small part of the body before realizing it was a body."

"They contaminated my crime scene!"

"Calm down, we still need to take their statements. Please don't 'broil' them."

"I thought it was grill." Why did these sayings always confuse her?

"It is." Ha! She was right for once.

"Don't make fun of me Booth." (A/N: If you've ever seen the gag reels, Emily is always telling David not to laugh at her when she messes up. Little tidbit of info I hope makes you smile.)

"Sorry, that talk with Sweets Saturday brought back memories."

She let the subject drop. She didn't want those memories resurfacing. She was having a hard enough time compartmentalizing them as it was.

"So," Booth questioned. "You found the body."

"If we hadn't we wouldn't be here now would we." Hollie glared at him. He was hot for a copper, but any idiot could see he was head over heals for the woman next to him.

"Sis, please. She left the door open and my kitten escaped. We chased him to the clearing where the Jeffersonian van is parked."

"Yes, I understand that, but how'd you find the actual body… What's your name."

"Spy."

"Is that even a real name?"

"Why do people always say that?" She looked at the ground. Her name was a sensitive subject.

"Look here buddy." There was no way in hell Hollie was going to let him get away with saying things like that. "From the clearing, we could smell it. Spy here thought it might be a dead animal and that it deserved a proper burial. We moved some twigs or sticks or whatever the hell you want to call them, saw the body, and called 911. End of story. Kapish? I think so. I like at 218 Willow Street, brown house, apple tree in the front yard. If you need us, you'll most likely find us there. If not leave us the fuck alone." Glaring fiercely at Booth, she picked up the carrier, wrapped her arm around Spy's shoulders and led her away muttering 'damn idiot cops' under her breath.

"Wow Booth. And I'm the one with bad social skills?" She raised an eyebrow.

"What is the world coming to? Bones made a joke!" He placed his hands over his heart and faked pain.

It was noon by the time Booth and Brennan left the crime scene. "So Bones, lunch?"

"Sorry Booth, but I'm meeting Andrew. Could you drop me off at the diner?" She looked out the window, not at him.

"Yeah, sure. Do you need a ride back?"

"I'll take a cab."

"Are you sure?"

"Booth, I'm perfectly capable of getting myself back to the Jeffersonian."

"I know you are Bones, it's just…" 'I worry? I'd never forgive myself if you got hurt? I love you? There's that 'L' word again…'

"I know Booth. I'll call you when I get back, ok?" Her hand rested on his shoulder.

"Ok Bones. Thanks."

She got out of the car. "Sure Booth." Walking into the diner, she fought the urge to glance back. If she did, she knew she wouldn't go inside. She'd run back to him. If she did that, everything she was trying to prevent would unfold.

Deputy Director Hacker stood as she entered. He hugged her lightly before they both sat down. "Sorry I'm late Andrew. I got held up at the crime scene."

"No problem Tempe. I only just got here myself." Yeah right. He'd been waiting for around 15minutes.

"Hello Ms. Brennan. The usual?" Ashly glanced at Hacker then back to Brennan.

"Please. Andrew?"

"I'll have the jalapeno burger please." He handed her the menu and flashed her a smile. She ignored it and turned back to Brennan.

"Will Agent Booth be joining you today or is it just you two?" she inquired. Sure, this Andrew guy was handsome, but he just couldn't compare to Booth. She'd watched the two for years and always wondered when she saw them together, what kept them apart.

"Just us Ashly." She nodded and walked away to place their order.

"So, tell me about your case."

"Well, the preliminary examination didn't reveal much. We won't know if it's murder until I do a full examination later today once Cam is finished with the flesh."

The door opened an a figure walked in. "Sweetheart!"

"Dad!" Brennan stood and hugged her father, allowing him to kiss her cheek. "What are you doing here?"

"What? Can't a father run into his daughter at a good diner with no alternate motives?"

"I suppose so." She was still a little suspicious.

"Who's this?" His eyes flicked to Andrew then back to her.

"Dad, this is Andrew. Andrew, this is my father."

"Hello Mr. Keenan. Would you like to join us?"

Max looked him up and down. His daughter had strange taste in men. This one looked relatively normal. "That would be nice." Walking over to the counter, he gave Ashly his order before rejoining them at the table.

"So Tempe, how's work."

"Intriguing. We got a new case today. The two girls who found the body are highly unusual."

"Do tell." Max wasn't sure what to make of this 'Andrew' guy, but if it was Andrew Hacker, threw would be problems for her and Booth. Why couldn't they just wise up and admit it already?

"They appear to be complete opposites. One girl, Hollie, is quite outspoken and has an attitude. Her friend Spy is quite and pays finer attention to details. She was watching me work at the crime scene."

"Spy?" (A/N: I like odd names. I want to change my middle name to this. Don't ask why because I won't tell you.)

Brennan nodded. "She's touchy about her name. Booth was lectured by Hollie when he said it was unusual."

"I think you mean he was told off Sweetheart." Max grinned.

Ashly arrived over with their food. "Here you are Dr. Brennan, Max, Mr. Andrew."

"That's Ashly. Oh look at these fries. They look better than ever. Did you make them?"

"Max, you know I don't work in the kitchen."

"Must have been my imagination then."

"Can I get you anything else?"

"No thank you Ashly, I think we've got it covered."

The conversation lulled as they dug into their food. Brennan finished her salad before the other two and was just about to ask her dad how Russ was when her phone rang. "Excuse me, I have to take this." Standing, she left the diner and stood outside on the curb.

Max sat his fork down. "I don't like you," he said bluntly.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't like you. If you know what's good for you, don't get involved."

"Who are you to tell me how to run my personal life?"

"Her father." His eyes hardened. "It's better for her this way. I could care less about you."

"So, now you're trying to run her personal life?" Andrew glared right back.

Max ignored the question. "You don't know her. You never will."

"I think that's her decision."

"Stay away."

"Why don't you just…"

"I'm sorry, I have to go." Brennan was back. "Cam needs me back at the lab." Placing a $20 on the table, she kissed her father on the cheek, bid Hacker farewell and exited the diner.

Max threw down $15 and was gone before Hacker had a chance to udder another word in his defense.

'Well,' he thought. 'Meeting the parent could have gone better.'

Grabbing a cab, Brennan made her way back to the Jeffersonian quickly. After dropping her purse in her office and donning her lab coat, she made her way towards the platform where Clark was waiting, only to be stopped on the steps by Angela. "Sweetie."

"Ange, I need to examine the remains now."

"Sweetie, please. Clark is more than capable of examining the remains. If he has any questions, he can ask you when we're done."

She looked at Clark, then back at Angela. "Ok." She followed Angela back to her office and sat on the couch beside her.

"Sweetie, what happened between you and Booth?" Brennan stood sharply and made to leave. "Sweetie, please."

She stopped and slowly sat back down. "He said he wanted to give 'us' a chance." Her voice cracked on the 'us' betraying the apathetic look on her face.

"Why didn't you?" Angela's voice was gentle.

"I can't." Her gaze was locked on her grandmother's ring, unwilling to talk to Angela's face.

"You can't? Since when can Temperance Brennan not do something?"

"I can't be what he needs." Her voice cracked again.

"Why can't you?"

"Ange…" She didn't want to have this conversation.

"No! You will give me an answer. Why can't you?"

"Because…" Why did Ange do this too her? Why did she poke and prod at things that were better left alone?

"Sweetie, that is not an answer."

"I can't be what he needs. I can't give him what he wants."

"Sweetie," Ange placed a hand on Brennan's. "Did it ever occur to you that what Booth wants is you? Just you. Only you." After pulling Brennan into a hug, she stood and walked to the door. "Please… just think about it." She left Brennan to do just that.

"I'm no good for him," she whispered to an empty room.

"Clark what do we have?"

"The ankle was broken shortly before death. The angle indicated the victim was running, caught their food, and fell. The food was wedged and remained in vertical position as the victim fell, snapping the bone clean through." He moved towards the skull. "The fracturing here above the temporal line occurred less than an hour post-mortem. It was caused by the skull being smashed into a hard surface."

"Cause of death?"

"At this moment I'm unsure. I'm waiting for Dr. Saroyan and Dr. Hodgins to get their results. However, judging from the location I'd say the head was most likely smashed against a rock."

"There's evidence we're waiting for Hodgins to confirm that the body drifted downstream."

"Very well Dr. Brennan. I'll await Hodgins' results."

"Good work. If Dr. Saroyan is finished with the flesh, please clean the bones. I'll be in my office with the case file."

"Yes Dr. Brennan."

Taking the file, she returned to her office. Mere minutes after she had sat down and taken a few deep breaths to calm herself from the conversation that had taken place here earlier, the file dropped onto her table. A small bundle with curly blond hair jumped into her lap and wrapped his arms around her waist. He looked up at her and smiled.

"Dr. Bones, Dr. Bones!"

Another Successful Update! I'm proud of myself for updating every Thursday because in the last fic I wrote I had major writers block so it took me forever to finish the last few chapters.

IMPORTANT NOTICE

Ok, so a lot of the chapter had my two OCs in it. I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. Wait –facepalm- wrong story.

I swear the OCs will NOT, I repeat will NOT, be taking over this story. They add to the case and they come in later for reasons I won't say. This story is about B&B. If it was about Hollie and Spy, it would be on fictionpress. I just wanted to make that clear because in some stories [I'm not saying this is a bad thing] the OCs take over and run the story. These two are just important to the case. After it they disappear for the most part.

Next time:

Booth finally gets to have his talk with Brennan. What will be her reaction? What will Booth tell her? Will she break his heart? Will she kick his ass? Will Parker have his face painted with waterproof face paint?!?!

All these questions will be answered… and more =D