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The ride to the airport was uneventful. Booth tried to keep the talk small and light, but it was a harder task than he realized. Hardly another word was spoken between the pair until they were on the plane.

"Booth?" he almost jumped out of his seat at the sound of her voice.

"Yes?" he replied.

"Thank you," she whispered, "Thank you so much."

She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

He took her hand in his and stoked it gently with his thumb.

"Anything for you…anything," he sighed.

They arrived in Nashville promptly at 5 o'clock. Booth gently caressed Brennan's arm trying to wake her. She batted her eyes to adjust to the bright setting sun that was pouring in though the window.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said through a yawn.

Booth reached up into the overhead compartment and grabbed both of the bags. He guided Brennan out into the aisle and waited for her to proceed toward the exit. She took only a few steps and stopped. Turning around she reached for Booth's hand. Lacing her fingers in his, she continued down the aisle. Booth couldn't contain the smile that immediately spread across his face. He knew she needed him.

They approached the car rental counter still wrapped hand in hand.

"Name?" asked the clerk.

"Booth, Special Agent Seeley Booth," he replied.

Although most times she hated him using his FBI pull for personal reasons, this time she actually didn't mind. 'He just wants to…protect me,' she thought to herself.

"Ah, yes, Agent Booth," the clerk began, "your vehicle is parked by the exit. We took the liberty of making sure the tank was full and left it running with the heat on."

Booth released her hand to sign the papers and nodded a thank you as he took the keys. As they stepped out the door, they were grateful that the car would be warm. The temperature had made a drastic change from just the day before. Climbing into the black SUV, Booth looked up to the temperature display.

"It's 36 degrees and I see snow flakes on the windshield. Isn't this unusual weather for Tennessee in November?" he asked.

Brennan just smiled, "Yeah, pretty unusual, but it doesn't surprise me."

"Why's that?" he questioned.

"Because Kennedy loved the snow."

This comment nearly knocked Booth into the back seat. Temperance Brennan, the one who didn't believe in heaven or God or much of anything else except science, but she believed in Kennedy and Booth and that was all that mattered.

"Ok," she started, "to get to Kennedy's…I mean…I mean…"

She searched for the right words, but just couldn't find them. Booth reached over took her hand in his and squeezed.

"Focus on just the directions and me, nothing else," he whispered.

She took a deep breath and continued, "Turn east onto I 40, then take the Brentwood Exit."

"Got it," he said still clutching her hand.

The Anderson's house was 40 minutes from the airport. Brennan told Booth that they would be staying with Thomas and the boys.

"Are you sure," he questioned, "I can get a hotel room."

Knowing full well he wasn't going to leave Brennan's side for one moment; he still thought it was appropriate to ask.

"Of course I'm sure," she replied.

Booth pulled into the driveway of 1487 Maple Lane and shut off the engine. She was staring at the white two-story house as tears welled up in her eyes. The house itself reminded her of Kennedy. A white house with red trim and shutters, a flag pole was mounted to one of the porch columns and a turkey flag that read 'Gobble Gobble' flapped in the wind, a red brick sidewalk that led to the front porch steps, and a door mat in the shape of an RV that read "If the trailers rockin' don't come a knockin'". That was her sister: A typical 'southern belle' with just a little flare to keep you guessing.

Booth squeezed her hand again bringing her back to reality.

"I can do this," she whispered.

"I know you can," he brushed a strand of hair out of her face, "Just lean on me. I'm right here."

They both stepped out of the SUV and walked up the brick path. Thomas opened the door before they reached the porch.

"Tempe, " he sighed, "I'm so glad you're here."

She returned a smile and gave Thomas a hug.

"Thomas this is Booth, Seeley Booth, my partner," she extended her arm toward Booth as Booth extended a firm handshake toward Thomas.

"Very nice to meet you," Thomas returned the handshake. "I wish Kennedy was here to see this."

Booth only nodded. He didn't know what to say. 'I wish I could have met her' seemed like the appropriate response, but how would that make Brennan feel. He wasn't going to do or say anything to cause her to regret keeping Kennedy a secret. She had enough to deal with already.

Booth and Brennan stepped inside. The house was exactly like Kennedy kept it. Neat, tidy, but lived in, you always felt comfortable.

"Why don't you take your things upstairs and get settled," said Thomas.

Brennan tugged at Booth's hand and he followed her up the stairs. She opened the second door on the left and walked in. Booth followed, shutting the door behind him.

"I hope you don't mind, but I told Thomas we would share my room," she explained, "I wasn't sure many of his family would be staying here."

"That's fine," stated Booth walking toward a trembling Brennan.

Trying to put on a strong front, Brennan dodged Booth as she walked toward the other end of the room.

"Over here is the bathroom and the closet so you can hang up any of your clothes."

Booth only nodded and stood still in the middle of the room. 'Don't push,' he repeated to himself, 'she'll come to you if she needs you.' As soon as that thought left him mind, he saw a tear stained Brennan heading in his direction. Falling into his chest, he wrapped his arms around her, and let her cry.

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