Alright, since I am so far ahead in my story that I decided to post this chapter as well... and I will say one thing, some people in the reviews guessed correctly.

I do not own Bones!

Booth took of in a split second without even thinking about what he was doing. All he had in his mind was information about his loving Bones, and his daughter. That was probably the only reason why he was chasing after someone he thought he saw. He ran as fast as he could seeing only portions of Max as he ran through threes and eventually started to disappear. Max was out of sight, but Booth kept running as fast as he could hoping he would come back into view. Finally, Booth slows down out of breath. He turns around and starts to head back up to the crime scene.

He makes his way out of the woods and Sweets just looks at him, studying his movements. "Sweets, will you stop looking at me like that?" Booth continues walking over to his car.

"You ran into the woods chasing something that wasn't even there." Sweets says.

"Sweets, I know when something is there and when something isn't."

"Like your brain tumor."

"I don't have a brain tumor. I saw Max just like I see him every year on this day."

"Are you sure you saw Max, or do you think that was just a figure in your imagination because today is your daughter's birthday."

"You know what, Sweets, you can walk home." Booth jumps into his car and locks the doors as Sweets tries to get in the passenger door.

"Booth, this isn't funny, open the door." Sweets continues trying to open the door, but Booth shakes his head as he backs up the car. "Booth, how am I going to get a ride?" Booth drives off in his car and leaves Sweets standing there stranded. "You have got to be kidding me."

Dr. Saroyan stands by her car trying not to laugh at Sweets. "Dr. Sweets, you are welcome to ride with me."

"Thank you, Dr. Saroyan." Sweets jogs over to her car and gets in the passenger seat.

"And I thought TV was the only place where FBI has drama." Amy laughs.

"Well, looks like were gonna be stuck in this town for a week, who wants to start going to places off of Christine's list?" Gary asks.

"Alright, let's go." Amy says.

Brennan sits at her dining room table with her head resting on her hand. It was her daughter's birthday, but she wasn't here. It didn't hurt her much when her daughter went off for sleepover parties, but thinking that her daughter was going to be in DC, the home of her father, made her feel even worse. Not because she didn't want her daughter to meet her father, but thinking of Booth reminded her of the pain she went through in taking Christine away from him to go in hiding. Now she knows how Booth felt to not have his daughter with him, this made her feel like a terrible person. She sat there quietly and sighed. She poured herself another glass of scotch and sipped at it.

Her phone went off and she checked the caller ID before she answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey, Tempe, it's me. I just wanted to keep you updated on how your daughter's doing." Max says through the phone.

"How's she doing?" Brennan asks.

"She went with her friends to go play a game of paintball."

"Paintball? Christine doesn't play paintball."

"That's what they were going to do, but Temperance, the point is, they found a dead body."

Brennan gets up and walks over to her laptop. "What do you know about the remains?" She logs on to her computer and starts searching things on the internet about this found body.

"They think it was Pelant who killed him, but it was a fresh kill, he died moments before the kids found him. That's all I overheard."

"Who's on the case?"

"Booth was at the crime scene with Sweets, he saw me."

"What? Dad, I thought you were good at this kind of thing."

"I am, I got away, but you should've seen how upset he was over today. He misses you. He misses Christine."

"Dad, you know I can't go back until I'm proven innocent."

"Yes, I know. Remember how you felt when I abandoned you when you were young. You lost your family, imagine how Booth must feel."

"Dad, I'm gonna go look up some more information about this case, I'll talk to you soon." She hangs up the phone and a tear runs down her cheek. Why did her father have to mention that to her, he was the one who told her to leave, which was the right thing to do. She stopped getting emotional and sighed looking at the computer screen. She wasn't getting any luck with the remains found. Looks like she was going to have to leave it up to them to solve.

Christine and her friends are walking in the grass in front of the Jeffersonian laughing and Christine is looking at the piece of paper her mother gave her. She looks up the Jeffersonian on her phone to find out more information about it. She was just like her mother when it came to reading and learning new things, she found it fun and interesting to study something new.

"Christine, can you get back to reality for a second?" Amy says.

"Hey, maybe we can hook Christine up with someone while we're here." Tammy suggests.

"Very funny, but guys can be huge distractions." Christine says.

"So, you'd rather spend your time studying and learning pointless things?" Zeek asks.

"Make fun all you want, but I like learning things when I get bored." Christine shrugs then they all stop in their tracks. "Wow."

"It's huge." Gary says.

"Yes, it is."

They walk into the Jeffersonian and explore through all of the exhibits. They take about a million photos standing in front of all kinds of historical monuments. They laughed, smiled, and joked around a bit. Eventually, all of their fun was beginning to wear them out. As they make their way to the last exhibit, Christine remembers she was supposed to take a lot of pictures of this place. She had no idea why, but once she walked in, she could immediately assume what the reason was.

Christine smiles as she looks around. "Wow, this is amazing."

Someone bumps into Christine and she drops her list her mother gave her. "Oh, I'm so sorry." He leans down and picks up the piece of paper. "A list of places in DC. You a tourist?"

He had a cute smile, at least Christine was probably the only one who didn't notice that. He looked like he was her age, possibly older. He had dark brown curly hair, and a set of bright blue eyes. "Yes, my friends and I are here from Virginia touring DC."

"Wow, Virginia, nice."

"Yes, it is."

He smiled with charm. "I'm Michael."