A/N: So...where u on the edge of your seat last time? I bet you were. Lolz! Anywho, here's the completion of that flashback. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the show, Bones, or the characters on the show. I do however own the characters, Hailey, Peter, and Lizzy, as well as this story line. Remember: plagiarizing is a no-no!

Chapter Nine: Flashback and Promise

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2007

Hailey sat on her bed, reading the latest Kathy Reichs mystery novel.

Temperance Brennan, the author, was her favorite. She was her idol. She wanted nothing more than to meet the world famous anthropologist.

She was just finishing up reading a love sequence between Andy and Kathy, when she heard a knock at her bedroom door.

"Who is it?" she asked, not moving from her bed to unlock the door, in case it was her mother's sleazy boyfriend, T.J.

"It's Mommy, baby girl." she heard her mother say, "I have the sonograms from the doctor."

Hailey's face lit up. Her mother was pregnant with her second child. Today, they would find out if Hailey would be getting a baby brother or sister. She was more excited than anybody, because she had always wanted a sibling, although she figured her mother could've picked somebody a bit more qualified to be the father.

T.J was the sleaziest guy that her mother had ever dated. He had long, greasy hair, creepy blue eyes, and was as skinny as a toothpick. And, as if his appearance weren't bad enough, he also had tattoos all up and down his back and one that had his initials on the back of his neck, as well as 3 piercings ain each ear and a pierced tongue. She wondered how her mother could go for somebody who looked as bad as he did. Especially with his horrible personality. He was always ordering her mother around. Calling her names, slapping her, and blaming her for every little thing. Not to mention he didn't even have a job. He just asked her for money when he needed it, and usually spent it on drugs and alcohol.

Hailey hated him.

But, he didn't matter right now. All that mattered was whether she was going to have a brother or sister.

Hailey rushed to the door, and unlocked it, throwing it open.

He mother's smiling face was on the other side. She was wearing her waitress uniform, and her beautiful long, brown hair pulled into a bun. Her pregnant belly was only a barely noticeable bump now, even though she was nearly 5 months pregnant.

Lizzy smiled down at her loving daughter and glowed. Hailey hadn't seen her this happy in months.

This could only mean one thing.

"It's a boy?" Hailey asked excitedly.

Lizzy's smile grew wider as she nodded.

Hailey squealed and hugged her mother. Lizzy hugged back, fiercely, nearing lifting Hailey off the ground.

Then all off a sudden, she gasped.

Hailey backed away, thinking the baby kicked, causing some discomfort, but she was wrong.

T.J now stood behind Lizzy. It seems that he had come up from behind and slapped her ass.

Lizzy turned around, and scowled at him. "Quit it, Teej!" she cried.

T.J slapped her again, "Why, baby?" he asked closing in on her.

"Because..." Lizzy paused, trying to find a reason.

"Because she's gotta go to work," Hailey finished for her mother, "and she's pregnant!"

"Yeah," T.J said, "With my baby. So I can do anything I want with her." She slapped Lizzy's ass again. Lizzy gasped and jumped away. "So, shut up, you little bi-"

"T.J!" Lizzy yelled. "Don't you dare talk to my baby girl that way!"

T.J turned on her. "Oh, yeah? And what are you gonna do, bitch? Leave me? You got nobody else! Nowhere else to live!"

"Us?" Hailey asked, incredulously, "This is our home! You got nowhere else to go!"

T.J turned, slapping her hard across the face, making her fall.

"Shut up, Bitch!" he screamed at her.

Lizzy took that opportunity to run to the nearest phone. She picked up the receiver and dialed 911.

"Hello?" she said, "Send the police! There's a man beating my little girl. She's twelve now, but she'll be thirteen soon. I'm pregnant. Yes. Please hurry!"

"BITCH!" T.J yelled going after her. He swung at her face as she ducked him, making her way around him, and grabbing Hailey's hand.

She pulled Hailey into the nearest bedroom and shut the door in T.J's face. She could practically feel a slam as the door made contact with his face, and she heard an, "Ouch! Son of a Bitch!"

She didn't care about hurting him anymore. All she cared about was her babies. The one she had her arms around and the one that was currently growing in her stomach.

Hailey let out a moan as she wrapped her arms around her mother, and began to sob. Her face hurt so bad.

"Shhh, baby," Lizzy soothed, rubbing soothing circles on Hailey's back, "It's okay, baby girl. He's not gonna hurt you no more." She kissed Hailey's head. She couldn't live in fear anymore for her baby's life. Either of her babies. She had to get out, somehow.

"Baby?" she whispered in Hailey's ear.

Hailey looked up, tears swimming in her large brown eyes. Jared's eyes.

"Yeah?" she asked. Her voice was shaky.

"Baby, they're gonna take you away for a while."

"What?" Hailey asked, panic rising in her eyes and voice. "Why?"

"Because I'm going to ask them to. Just until I get my life all settled. I'll find a new job, and somewhere else to live."

"Like where?" Hailey asked, a slight annoyance in her voice now.

"Maybe D.C?" Lizzy said, smiling sadly, "Or somewhere around there. Be close to-" Lizzy swallowed. She had almost said, close to your father. But instead she finished with, "That author you like. Dr..."

"Dr. Brennan?" Hailey asked, smiling.

Lizzy nodded, and placed a kiss on Hailey's forehead. "Would you like that?" she asked, already knowing the obvious answer.

Hailey nodded furiously and looked up, smiling through her tears.

There was a small bruise forming on her left cheek. The sight was heart breaking.

Nothing. Lizzy thought. Is EVER gonna hurt my baby again.

She didn't know how wrong she was

Two Weeks Later...

"Get in your room, Toad!" Hailey's foster father screamed at her, as she scampered into her room, which felt more like a closet, with a yellowed mattress on the floor, and a thin blanket over it.

Hailey shut the door behind her as she fell onto her mattress, crying, ignoring the strong stench of urine, that she had grown used to over the last two weeks.

Two weeks. She thought. I have to wait two more weeks for her in this hellhole? She sobbed harder.

Her social worker had called earlier while Hailey was washing the dishes.

At first, she didn't answer it, knowing that she would bet roughed up pretty good if she did. But by the fifth ring, she figured her foster parents weren't home, so tried up one of her hands and picked up the phone on the counter next to it, pressing the "answer" button and bringing it to her ear.

"Hello?" she said.

Then she heard a frightening noise. Footsteps. Angry footsteps. Coming her way.

She looked towards the doorway to see her Foster Father looked pissed off as always at her.

Then after hearing the person on the other end say hello, she breathed an inward sigh of relief and said, "Oh, hi, Marie." It was her Social Worker.

Her foster father didn't dare take a step forward. He just gave her an angry scowl and folded his arms over his chest, not moving.

"Hey, Hailey." Marie said on the other side. "How's everything going with the Olsens?"

"Oh," Hailey said, "Everything's...fine, I guess."

"You guess?" Marie asked.

You guess?Mr. Olsen mouthed, getting angrier by the second.

"Yeah," Hailey said, "Things aren't exactly perfect, but, then again, nothing is. Not without Mom here, anyway. So, what's up?"

"Well....okay." Marie said, nervously. "About your mom..."

Hailey's heart fell. "What? Did something happen to her?"

"Oh, no! Not at all!" Marie assured her.

"Then, what? Is she done with her reform? Did she move?"

"No, she's not done just yet. The doctor gives her about another week. And she'll be moving to a small apartment outside D.C in about a week and a half, but you won't be able to go live with her for another two weeks."

The last part made Hailey's heart sink deeper. "Two weeks?" she asked, feeling her throat close up.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Honey. She needs a little time to get back on her feet, but you've already survived two weeks so two more shouldn't be so bad, right?"

Hailey swallowed hard. "Uh, yeah. I guess so. Um, do you wanna talk to my foster dad? He's right here."

"Sure, it's best to let him know, as well." Hailey wordlessly gave her Foster dad the phone.

He snatched it out of her hand, and cleared his throat, getting ready to put on a show for Marie.

"Hello?" he said in a sickly sweet voice.

Hailey could just barely hear Marie on the other end as she explained things to him. He smile grew wider and wider until he was staring at Hailey with a nasty look in his eyes.

"Of course. That's fine. She's a pleasure to have in our home. Okay. Uh-huh. Thank you. Good-bye."

He shut of the phone and placed it gently on the stand.

Then he turned to her, and took one of her just washed plates from the drying rack.

Then he threw it at her, screaming, "Get to your room, Toad!"

She had ducked the plate and raced to he room, hoping he wouldn't catch her.

She couldn't stand to let him touch her another minute, let alone two more weeks.

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"He abused you?" Brennan asked, dumbfounded.

Hailey nodded. "Every night, when his wife was out, he come into my room and-" Hailey couldn't finish. It was too painful.

Brennan reached out and took her hand. "I understand." she said, "I went through the same thing at your age. My parents left when I was 15."

Hailey looked up. "They did? Why?"

Brennan shook her head. "Long story. We don't have time right now. I have to get up in," she looked at her clock, "four hours."

"But you were a foster kid?" Hailey asked.

Brennan nodded. "Yeah. A lot of them were horrible to me. A lot of my Foster Fathers would hit me or touch me inappropriately, but the worst is when my foster parents locked me up their car trunk for dropping a dish."

"They locked you in a trunk? For dropping a dish?" Hailey asked in disbelief.

Brennan nodded. "Yeah. For three days. It was horrible."

All of a sudden, Hailey wrapped her in a hug.

"I'm so sorry!" she whispered. Brennan could hear the sincerity in her voice as she hug back.

"It's not your fault," she said, "But thank you."

She could feel tears begin to fill her eyes. She sniffed and pulled away.

"But, you can't tell anybody about this, okay. Only two other people know. I haven't even told Angela this." She said.

Hailey nodded, knowing pretty well that one of the people was her uncle.

"I promise, Aunt Tempe. I won't tell." She said, not noticing her slip.

Brennan noticed it, but waved it off as an affectionate term.

"Thank you." she said, pulling Hailey back into a hug.

Hailey hugged back, harder this time.

Then they both heard a little voice.

"Hailey? Tempe?" Peter said, from where he was standing, rubbing his eyes, next to the bed.

Hailey turned towards him and smiled, "Hey, Petey." she said, reaching down to pull him up.

"What're you doin' in here?" he asked, groggily.

"Just talkin'" Hailey answered, "But we're all done now."

"Good, now can we go to sleep?" Petey asked, struggling to keep his eyes open.

Hailey and Brennan looked at each other and laughed.

"Okay, Petey," Hailey laughed, "Let's get back to bed."

Hailey hugged Brennan once more and let her hug Peter, as well.

"Goodnight, Peter. Goodnight, Hailey." She said, smiling, and settling back in bed.

As they walked out, Brennan couldn't help smiling at the thought of finding a new friend in yet another Booth.

A/N: I know, I know! It ran a little long, but it was worth it, wasn't it? Hoped you liked it! And I hope you R&R!