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Temperance Brennan, or as her changed name was: Temperance Johnson, stood quietly in the living room in the apartment in Chicago. Everything stood where they left it when they left to London. The sofa in the corner, all the pictures of her and Christine on the walls, the Tv Christine had asked to get for years so she could watch football. All the books they had which stood on the shell. It was probably hundreds of books they had.

She couldn't wait to start pack all this stuff in paper boxes and sent it down to D.C. She actually looked forward to move back. All this years up in Chicago made her miss the city she loved the most. She missed everything. Her job, her friends. Everything. But most importantly; Booth and her past family. She'd raised a family with him and just left. Left as a fugitive because she refused to be arrested. Or her father refused.

If she just hadn't listened to her father, but stayed with Booth, she wouldn't be standing here in this situation. She would be in the capital with her family. She would have made it out from that arrest would be a happy family.

Now everything was messed up. Her daughter was in the same city as her father without her watching her. What if they met? What if they found out?

She dropped her bag on the bench in the hallway and went into her bedroom.

This was the only place in the house she had in private. It was here she kept her old memories. Of her life in D.C and Booth. Christine wasn't really allowed to come in here, but it happened several times. She could come in in the middle of the night because of nightmares or if she just was frightened.

She stood in front of her bookshelf. It was a lot of books here as well. Some albums too, mostly pictures of Christine in them, but it was one with pictures from the old days. She took if out from the shelf and opened it. She took a deep breath. The pictures of Booth smiling at the camera with his charming grin, made Brennan cry. Tears ran down her cheeks. She tried to dry them away with her fingers, but it only made her cry more.

Why had she left? Well, she ran away from the arrest warrant, Brennan thought. But she also ran away from Booth, her home, her life. Everything. Absolutely everything and it killed her. She just wanted to disappear from this world. And now she would move back to D.C with her daughter. She knew she would meet him again, especially since she starts working on the Jeffersonian again. Booth works with the team, not as much as before, but enough to run into her.

Brennan hadn't talked to Max, her own father, in years. She was so angry with him. One thing was that he was the one who persuaded Brennan to go, but he'd done something else to her family that she was so furious about. Max had promised Brennan that he would keep in contact with Booth and the others. Let them know how his family was doing. Just let them know that they were alive. He said he'd done it, but Brennan found out he hadn't.

It was a day in november for many years ago. Christine was five. She didn't know about her father, of course, but had asked Brennan a few times why the others in the kindergarden had a father and not her. Brennan just said that she would tell her about her father when she was older, but it seemed like she never was old enough. Even now when she was fourteen, Brennan hadn't told her about him.

That november day Brennan decided to call Angela just to hear her voice again. She'd missed her best friend. Angela hadn't heard from her or about her for five years and was shocked about what voice occurred when she tapped green phone. Brennan remembered it well.

"Hello, This is Angela" Angela'd said.

Brennan was almost overwhelmed of happiness when she heard her best friends voice for the first time for years.

"Hey" Brennan replied softly, waiting for an reaction that could be everything from extreme happiness to anger.

Brennan thought that Max had told Angela about her life up here in Illinois, but Angela's reaction to Brennan's voice were unforgettable.

"Bren?BREN? Is it really you?"

"Yes... yes it's me, who else?"

"Bren, you are dead? Aren't you? I mean. Whoa, where the hell are you?"

"I'm home, on my couch, talking to you?"

"I don't mean where in your home, where the hell in the world are you?"

Brennan didn't understand why Angela acted so surprised in the phone. Max had told her that she was okay living up north, alone with her daughter. Hadn't he? That's when Brennan didn't understand if Max had lied to her or not.

"I'm fine, I'm up in Chicago in my apartment. How are you doing?"

"What? We are doing fine, except I have thought for the last five years that my bets friend has been dead"

"I'm not dead Ange. How is Booth doing? Max told me he had a hard time not seeing us for so long"

"Max?"

"Yes, he's been telling everybody of you how we are doing up here? Hasn't he?"

"No, I haven't seen him in years Brennan. He hasn't told us anything. Nobody of us has heard from you!"

When Angela told Brennan about their past years with out knowing where they was or even they where alive, she god more and more confused. Hadn't Max told them about her and Christine. He promised to do that.

This was the first time Brennan and Angela had spoken in five years. It had been a big relief for both of them. Brennan was glad her friend understood her situation, and Angela who was super happy over her friend's call.

After talking to each other on the phone, Angela saved Brennan's number on her phone and gave it to Hodgins. Hodgins gave it to Cam, who gave it to Sweets. Everybody started to text and send e-mails to Brennan. They even called her and talked with her for hours. They'd missed each others more than they thought.

Booth was the only one who didn't get the number, or was even aware of that his family were alive and wanted to meet him again...

I'm sorry for the stop there. In the next few chapter's I'm certain some action will begin in this story.

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