hey guys! i missed this story. it was my favorite old one.

i wrote this story instead of paying attention in history last year, so it better be good. lol: )

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Tempe rushed to finish getting ready before Sully woke up. Once she was done, she ran out of the room, moving so quickly, she missed Booth exiting his room.

"Hey Bones! Wait up!" Booth jogged to catch up with her. She nodded to him, and continued down the hall forcefully.

"Where are you going?" Tempe stopped, and put her hand on his chest. His breath quickened, as he imagined where he wanted this to lead…what am I doing? She is obviously upset.

"I am going…I don't know." She stopped and threw herself on the couch in the lobby.

"Bones, it's okay. Why don't we talk about this over breakfast? I know a good place…"

Tempe eyed him, raising her eyebrows. "How do you know about restaurants? We got here two days ago."

Booth smiled. "Restaurants are my specialty."

Tempe laughed and followed him. "Fine, let's go."

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"Wow Booth, this is nice…" Tempe said, admiring the quaint coffee shop.

"Good, let's get something to eat. I'm starving."

Tempe ordered a large blueberry muffin and a medium black coffee. Booth ordered a bear claw and a large espresso. "I didn't know you liked bear claws." Tempe observed.

Booth smirked mischievously. "There a lot of things you don't know about me."

Tempe raised her eyebrows and smirked.

At that moment Booth's phone rang. "Booth"

"Thank goodness, I didn't think I could get a hold of you two."

"Who is this?"

"This is Hodgins. Tell Dr. Brennan to turn on her phone."

"Any useful information Hodgins?"

"Yeah, the substance on her sternum was what appeared to be-"

"Hey let's use English okay? At least pretend that you aren't some locked up squint."

Hodgins sighed. "Fine, the substance is baby powder."

"Baby powder? You have got to be kidding me."

"Nope, it's baby powder."

"Okay, later Hodgins."

"Bye Booth."

Tempe turned to Booth. "What happened?"

Booth chuckled. "Hodgins found baby powder on her sternum."

Tempe laughed in disbelief. "That foreign white material we found underneath her sternum next to her rib cage was…baby powder?"

"Yeah, listen I got the address of the mother last night. Why don't we go over there and question her. I am sure she will have some answers for us."

The two finished their food, and grabbed their cups of coffee, which had cooled considerably, and dashed out of the shop.

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"Hodgins!" Jack turned around just in time to stop Angela from running into him.

"Angela, what's-"

"Have you hung up with them yet?"

"Yeah, I just finished talking to Booth…what's going on?"

"Get them back on the phone." Angela said, biting her lip to keep from crying.

"What-" Hodgins started to ask.

"I have to break Brennan's heart." Angela said, eyes cast downward.

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"Oh, by the way, Hodgins said your phone was turned off."

Tempe pulled her phone out of her purse and smiled. "So it is." She pushed the on button and immediately her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Brennan…sweetie…hey how are you?"

"I'm good. Angela what's wrong?"

"Sweetie, it's about Sully."

Booth stopped the car, eyeing Tempe impatiently. "Bones…"

"Ange, I am sorry, this will just have to wait. Talk to you later." Tempe hung up the phone.

"What was that about?" Booth asked, curiously.

"Something about Sully, nothing I can't talk with her about later."

Booth nodded and walked up the driveway. "This sure is a nice house isn't it?"

Tempe nodded. "This seems to date to the antebellum period, with the long pillars."

Booth smiled. " Bones, don't analyze, just enjoy."

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"Angela, what happened?" Hodgins looked at her nervously, grasping her clammy hand.

"It's Sully, Jack…he…he…"Angela shook her head, and Hodgins drew her into him.

"It's okay Angela. You can tell me anything." He kissed the top of her head. She smiled through her tears, and looked at him.

"He, he did something…something awful."

"What did he do? Cheat on her?" Angela shook her head.

"No, worse. He lied to her."

Hodgins laughed. "Lied to her? What, did he wear a different pair of socks? 'Oh the agony!'" Hodgins laughed even harder.

"No. He is married Hodgins."

Hodgins stopped laughing, and stared in disbelief at her. "…oh…"

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After two minutes of impatient waiting, the two partners were finally satisfied when the door opened.

"Hello, may I help you." A middle-aged thin woman stared at them behind her bifocals.

"Yes, are you Mrs. Richards?" Booth asked. The woman shook her head.

"No. Mrs. Richards is at the dance studio. May I leave a message?"

Tempe shook her head. "No, but would you mind telling us where the studio is?"

Booth eyed his partner, impressed with her improvement in questioning people.

"Yes, 1025 Fairbird Avenue. Turn left onto Appleton and go straight. Can't miss it, it's a big studio."

Booth nodded warmly. "Thank you ma'am. And you are…"

The woman flushed. "Oh, I'm sorry, Abby Smalls, the maid for Mrs. Richards."

Booth nodded. "Thank you Miss Smalls, have a nice day."

Abby giggled. "You too!" She whispered, making Booth and Tempe lean in to hear. However, as they leaned she shut the door. Once the door was close Tempe burst into laughter.

"What?" Booth eyed her, grinning.

"She was physically attracted to you, it was obvious by her sense of light-heartedness and charm that she was trying to seduce you."

Booth joined her in laughter. "Well, you know, it takes a lot more for me to be seduced."

Tempe shrugged. "Actually, I wouldn't know. Let's go find this studio, and maybe pick up something to eat?"

Booth looked at her, incredulously. "BONES! We just ate about two hours ago."

"I know Booth, but I'm Starving."

Booth smiled. Well, at least she's eating right? "Okay, but then no food until lunch."

Tempe nodded, smiling in her success.

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"Hello, ma'am, are you Mrs. Richards?" Booth asked politely.

A beautiful blonde turned around, her perfect curls bobbing from the sudden movement. "Yes, I am. Can I help you two?"

"We are investigating the-" Tempe began, but Booth cut her off.

"Yes, we have a few questions for you, could we talk with you?"

The woman nodded, and led them to a room behind two big double doors. "Here is my office. Now how can I help you? Did you find Sammy? Is she okay?"

"Actually Mrs. Richards, she is what we came to talk about. We found her this morning in a field." Brennan stated bluntly. Booth had to use all of his self-control not to roll his eyes. There she goes again...

"Well, when I see her I will be sure to tell…wait in a field?" Mrs. Richards questioned. Booth nodded, his eyes dropping to the floor. "Is-is she dead?" Tempe nodded this time, her eyes dropping to the floor as well. The woman cried.

"Ma'am, when did you last see your daughter?" Booth reached out, and touched her arm gently. He had this natural instinct, he had to comfort her, she was so weak.

"About four months ago. I had dropped her off at dance practice, and told her that her dad was going to pick her up. When I came to get her from Adam's house, he told me that someone at the studio had told him I had picked her up. We have been looking for her ever since."

"How old was Samantha?"

"She was seven. She was so excited because she was going to start second grade next year, and she would be in the top dance group for her age." Booth nodded, jotting down the notes in his notebook.

"Where you and Mr. Richards divorced at the time?" She shook her head.

"We never officially divorced, just separated. We were going to get back together, until she went missing, and then we decided we would be better separated. So we got divorced." Tempe looked at Booth for some sign as to what to do next. Booth nodded and finished jotting down his notes.

"Why did Samantha want to start dancing?" Tempe asked. Booth, startled, turned to face his partner. He knew she never asked appropriate questions. Maybe Sully is good for her…just not the best…wait what? This is BONES!

"Well, that's actually a really long story. You see, I wanted to be a dancer when I was little, but I never had the talent. It is so hard to be the 'perfect, graceful' dancer. When I had Sammy, I decided to put her into ballet to see how she did. She was marvelous, so graceful and strong. Like her dad, he was a classy man. She began complaining, but I kept her in it anyways, I knew deep down she really liked it." Tempe raised her eyebrows and eyed Booth.

"Oh…and is dance involved in any way with…baby powder?" Tempe questioned. Mrs. Richards smiled at Tempe.

"Yes, you see, while ballet is 'pretty,' it is also a very athletic sport. So to keep the dancers feeling fresh and clean, we cover their bodies in baby powder. Each girl gets their own kind and scent." Tempe nodded.

"Is there a way we could get a list of the brand of baby powder each girl in Samantha's class uses?" Booth asked.

"Of course, here, take this one. I carry a spare with me always just in case of a fight or a mix-up." Booth took the paper and examined the list.

"Thank you for your help, Mrs. Richards." The woman smiled and led them to the door.

"I'll do anything for Sammy. If you have any other questions, don't hesitate to come back!" She closed the door, and Booth turned to Tempe.

"Bones, there are fifty-seven girls in this class, and three boys!"

Tempe smiled. "Luckily, we have our own personal entomologist at our lab, who could easily decide which brand it is by chemical make-up, huh?"

Booth smiled. "Yes, I am very lucky to have all you squints."

Tempe smiled and headed towards the car. "So, did I do well in the interview?"

Booth smiled. "Yes. I was actually surprised; you sounded like a veteran agent."

Tempe shrugged. "I read this book on human loss and interaction."

Booth burst into a lop-sided, goofy grin. "So much for hating psychology."

Tempe smirked. "I do, this book spoke in anthropological terms, very rational."

Booth chuckled, and then sighed at the impossibility of his partner. She was so firmly rooted in hating psychology, that she didn't realize how much of it she really utilized.

"So, since I did so well, I think I should pick the place we eat at."

Booth grinned. "I don't think so, besides I know this pizzeria in town, want some pizza?"

Tempe sighed and nodded. She knew she wouldn't win, but knew it was worth a try. She couldn't wait to tell Sully about her day. He would probably be impressed.

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Hodgins followed Angela into her office.

"Tell me exactly how you found out he was married." Hodgins said.

Angela sat down on the couch, and gestured for Hodgins to sit next to her. "Well, I was going to Brennan's office, you know, to snoop around…"

Hodgins gave her a devilish grin. "You are good at that."

Angela just smiled and continued. "Well, I walked in, and there was this woman there. About thirty, with blonde hair, really pretty." Angela bit her lip.

Hodgins grabbed her hand and squeezed it in his, silently reassuring her. "It's okay Angela, go on."

She nodded. "So I asked her who she was, and she told me that she was Agent Sully's wife, and that she was under the impression that he was working on a case with the Jeffersonian, and she had important news to tell him." Hodgins opened his arms and held her firmly as Angela cried into his shoulder. "Brennan is going to be so devastated. And the worst part was, the 'big news' was that she was pregnant, and going to have his first child." Hodgins held her, rocking her back in forth, trying to soothe her.

"Angela, babe, it will be okay."

Angela nodded, but didn't respond, she just allowed herself to be comforted by the one man that she truly loved and that truly loved her back.

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"Here we are Bones…only three hours after our first meal."

Tempe sighed. "Booth, I know you are an alpha-male, but do you really have to constantly bombard me with such obvious displays of it? It's bad enough I had to get a gun behind your back."

Booth shrugged. "Of course Bones, it's in my blood, and I don't like that you have a gun."

Tempe smirked. "Why, because you don't want me to have one, or because it's bigger than yours?"

Booth nudged her, and laughed. "Well…size doesn't matter."

Tempe thought about Sully. "You're right, size doesn't matter."

Booth stared at her, utterly confused. "You are agreeing with me?"

Tempe smiled. "Let's get some pizza."

Booth followed his partner into the small restaurant, wondering why for once in her life she didn't disagree with him.

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"What's going on?" Cam asked, walking into Angela's office. Angela and Hodgins quickly parted, and tensed.

"Nothing, how's it going?" Hodgins tried to lighten the mood. Cam looked at him, seeming to scold him with her eyes.

"Not so good, I was wondering why there is only one person working the case." Angela immediately stepped up.

"I was worried about Brennan, and Hodgins was…I was telling Hodgins about it." Cam's eyes darted to Angela.

"What's wrong with her?" The mock look of concern concealed her delight at Brennan's pain. God knows she had caused so much for her.

"Sully is…" Angela began.

"…married." Hodgins, finished, wrapping his arm around her waist protectively. Cam nodded, and almost smiled, until she remembered who was there to comfort her.

"Oh…does she know?" Cam asked, now genuinely worried. Angela shook her head. "Good. Let's keep it that way, we don't want to compromise this investigation because of personal issues, we can tell her when the case is finished and they…she…is home." Cam said before she left the room.

Angela giggled. "Someone's jealous."

Hodgins nodded in agreement. "Doesn't she know that Brennan isn't like that?"

Angela shrugged her shoulders, bewildered. "I guess not."

"I see no working!" Cam yelled from her office, as the two sighed and parted with a kiss.

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"So, what about that mother?" Tempe asked.

Booth looked at Tempe. "So what about her?"

Tempe smiled. "Think she did it?"

Booth smirked. "I think she was having an affair."

"Why, because of how she looked?" Tempe asked, rolling her eyes.

Booth nodded, grinning goofily. "Exactly, just like last time, remember?"

Tempe nodded. "Fine, I will give it to you this time. Who though?"

Booth scratched his head. "I don't know yet, but I bet it has something to do with that dance class."

Tempe nodded. "I guess, but I didn't see any males over the age of ten there."

Booth smiled. "Sometimes it is what is not there that is important."

Tempe mulled this over. Is he saying something about him and me, maybe that we are…whoa! Wait, you are going out with SULLY…remember him? Yeah…Sully…

Booth smiled as his partner bit her lip in thought. "Ready to go?" Booth asked as he watched Brennan steal a slice of his pizza when he 'wasn't looking.'

"Yeah…thanks for stopping."

Booth smiled. "Anytime."

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...rrrrriiiinnnngggg...Sully grabbed his cell phone. "Hello?"

"Hi sweetie, it's me Amy."

Sully quickly closed his door. "Hey honey, how are you?"

"I am fine…I wanted to tell you in person, but this will have to do. I have a BIG surprise for you…"

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"Booth…we have to go back to the hotel."

Booth looked at Tempe confused. "Why, what's wrong?"

Tempe sighed. "I left my notes in my room, how far away is it?"

Booth smiled. "Outside the door, one block to your right."

Tempe smiled. "That's great, you can drive me there…now."

Booth held is hands up in surrender. "Okay, geez…calm down Bones." Tempe smiled as the two got into the car. "And….here we are!" Booth smiled, opening the door for her.

"I'll be back in a jimmy!" Tempe yelled as she ran towards the front door.

"It's jiffy Bones!" Booth yelled at her back. He smiled; he didn't know how he lived before he met her.

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"Sully, are you listening sweetie, this is very important!"

Sully smiled. "Of course darling."

"Okay, I am pregnant!"

Sully gasped. "Really?"

"Yes!"

Sully grinned. "I love you, my wife, and the mother of my child."

Tempe opened the door, staring in disgust at the man on her bed.

"Sweetie, are you there?"

Sully hung up on his wife. Tempe stared at him. "Please, Temperance…"

Tempe held her hand up, and grabbed her notes. "Go home…to your wife." Tempe responded bitterly, and left the room.

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HAHA! that stupid punk is gone!!! lol!!!

i think we can all smile now. if you liked sully, i'm sorry. well, not really. since he left her...jerk.

and i hated how he called her Tempe. like he knows her so well. whatever. ugh. (lol)