We'll see more of the mystery now.

I still don't own Bones.

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Booth and Brennan drove over to Georgetown after they ate lunch. Booth had picked out a restaurant that was new to both of them. It was also a place he was sure none of their friends and co-workers visited, so he was sure that he would have Brennan all to himself. He liked it when they ate together, by themselves. They could talk about whatever they wanted to and they could both be the couple they wanted to be. They didn't have to pretend they were just partners. That "just partners" thing would be over soon. Brennan agreed that they would tell everyone they were a couple and that she was expecting a baby, after this case was over.

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Arriving at the townhouse belonging to Estelle Guidry, Booth looked around to see if anyone was hanging around the townhouse. This case was weird, a murder with a possible old murder attached to it. Not seeing anyone standing around, out of place, Booth walked up to the door of the townhouse, Brennan following behind him. Knocking on the door, Booth said, "I hope she's home. I didn't want to give her a heads up we were coming."

A woman, who appeared to be about 50 years old, opened the door. "Yes? Can I help you?" the woman asked.

Booth, holding up his badge, introduced himself, "I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth." Turning to nod at Brennan, Booth said, "This is my partner, Dr. Brennan. Are you Estelle Guidry?"

Looking worried, Estelle said, "What's wrong? Is it my husband, Warren? Is he alright?"

Shaking his head, Booth said with a smile, "No. Warren is fine as far as I know. May we come in? We would like to talk to you about your sister."

Stepping aside, Estelle allowed Booth and Brennan to enter. "If you will follow me, we'll talk in the living room." Walking down the hallway and entering a very nice room, Estelle asked, "Why do you want to talk about Betty? She's ok isn't she? I just talked to her this morning and she didn't say there was any trouble going on." Pointing to a couch, Estelle sat in the chair that was placed opposite of the couch.

Sitting on the couch, Booth and Brennan stared at Estelle. Booth said, "I'm not here to talk about your sister, Betty. I'm here to talk to you about your sister, Robin. When's the last time you talked to her, Mrs. Guidry?"

Holding her right hand, palm down, over her heart, Estelle said, "Agent Booth, I don't know what your talking about. Robin disappered over 10 years ago when she went on a fishing trip with Congressman Bill Hebert. As far as I know, she's dead. Why are you here?"

Sitting back and staring at Estelle rather solemly, Booth said, "If Robin Rentz is dead then who was the visitor you had six days ago?"

Startled, Estelle said nervously, "I haven't had any visitors lately, Agent Booth. I had my cleaning woman in a few days ago. I haven't been feeling well lately and have been alone during the day. My sister, Robin, is dead." Looking at Booth and then Breannan, Estelle smiled and said, "Someone is playing a prank on the FBI, Agent Booth."

Giving Estelle a little smile, Booth said, "You can stop pretending now, Mrs. Guidry. We know for a fact that Robin is alive. She came up from New Orleans six days ago to see you. She stayed about five or six minutes and then left. She then went back to the airport and took a flight back to New Orleans under the name of Anne Taylor. Care to explain?"

Rubbing the left side of her head nervously, Estelle said, "I, um, I, um, look I don't want to get anyone into trouble. Robin is my sister. I'm telling you this is not an FBI concern. Yes, Robin is alive. I found out about it two years ago. What did you want me to do? Call up the police and say, by the way, my baby sister, whom I thought was dead, is alive and well and oh by the way, I don't know where Congressman Hebert is and she doesn't either? No way I was going to be the one to get my sister into more trouble than she's already in. You have no idea what my sister has been through and harassing her is not going to get you anywhere. Please, she doesn't know what happened to Bill. Just leave her alone."

Shaking his head, Booth said, "Your kidding yourself, Mrs Guidry. This is very much, an FBI concern. Robin was last seen with a congressman, at Rockefeller Wildlife Refuge. They both disappeared from there over 10 years ago. No boat and no bodies were ever found. Now we find out that your sister is alive and well. Where were you six days ago, from around 7 p.m. until 8 p.m.?"

"I was home with my husband, Warren. I told you, I haven't been feeling well lately and we have been staying in. Why? What happened six days ago?"

Staring intently at Estelle, Booth said, "Congresswoman Michele Landry's aide, Matt Breaux, was murdered six days ago."

Gasping, Estelle reacted to Booth's implied accusation about Matt Breaux's murder. "You think I killed Matt Breaux. Are you crazy? Why would I kill Matt Breaux? I know his father. We're friends. Why in the world do you think I killed Matt?"

Starting to lose her patience, Brennan replied, "Because, Matt saw your sister Robin at the airport when he went there to pick up Congresswoman Landry's daughter and then Matt was killed the next day. We don't believe in coincidence, Mrs. Guidry. Robin Rentz was involved in the disappearance of a congressman. It was assumed that she died when he did. Six days ago Matt saw her in the airport and then within a day, he was murdered. We know your sister didn't kill Matt Breaux because she was in New Orleans at the time. That seems to only leave you as our primary suspect."

Standing up, Estelle shouted at Booth and Brennan, "Get out. I didn't kill anyone. Robin is a victim in all of this. You get out of my house and don't come back."

Standing, Booth and Brennan started walking to the door. "Fine," Booth said, "We'll leave for now. I just want you to understand something, Mrs. Guidry. This isn't going to go away. Until someone else catches our interest, you will remain our primary murder suspect. You don't like that? Call us and cooperate with the FBI. You don't really have a choice."

Leaving the townhouse, Booth and Brennan returned to their car. Booth, looking at Brennan, asked, "Care to make a trip to Louisiana, Bones? I know your last trip there wasn't a lot of fun; but, this time, you'll be with me. It might be fun this time."

Thinking about it, Brennan finally said, "Ok, just let me inform Cam that I am going with you. We can probably go tomorrow."

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Estelle isn't the sharpest crayon in the box. What do you think? Is my mystery still interesting? Thanks.