"Oh, I fink it villbe a girl!" Spoke the women beside Brennan, her eyes lightening up as she stared at the Anthropologist. "Your child and mine own villbe born around zeesame time! But I believemine villbe a boy."

Brennan nodded politely to the foreign sounding women. Booth shifted in his seat just as the women's husbanddid also. The young women sighed and placed a hand on her stomach. "Vhat villyou name your child?"

Brennan turned to the women and stayed silent in thought for a moment. "We've thought up a lot of names, we have a list wewill pick from when the child is born."

The women's smile brightened. "Vhata good idea!" She turned to her husbandand took his arm. "Is zhatnot a good idea, John? Veshould have done so vithour child!"

The man named John patted his wife's hand and smiled at her. "Calm down Leonie, leave the poor women alone." Her husband spoke in a British accent and Brennan wondered curiously what had brought them to America.

"Oh, no, she's perfectly fine." Brennan spoke, not wishing to be rude. John leaned over and opened his mouth to speak, then shut it as soon as he's seen who she was.

"Dr. Temperance Brennan." He said, staring at her in an awed curiosity. Leonie stared at her husband. "Ow do you know er name? Ave you met?"

John smiled at Leonieand nodded. "I've been to one of her lectures while she wasin London, she's a very accomplished forensic anthropologist."

Leonie's eyes widened. "Anthropology! Vhat an interesting field of scientific discovery!"

Brennan smiled, the conversation was turning to her liking now, her speciality, her work. "Yes, it is actually."

Booth sighed, he hated it when people inquired about her work in public, she was always drawn into a very long explanationon her work and how it was so interesting to her. He couldn't quite ever catch all of what she said.

John and Leonie listened attentively to Brennan's words and when she stopped John spoke up himself. "I'm a paleontologist and I found your lecturein London very intriguing, I also heard you and your partner solved a case while their."

"Yes." Brennan said turning towards Booth who had his head in his hands and was staring off into the distance with an utterly bored expression. "Two actually, but they were both connected."

Leonie opened her eyes wide. "Yes! Zhat vas vasit not?"

"Yes, we did investigate 'sdeath." Booth eyed Brennan, he hoped she wouldn't get emotional over the dead professor.

"I knew him, we went to college together, though we weren't very close." John said, letting his voice soften in respect of the deceased.

Brennan nodded and stood as the receptionist called her name. "It was nice meeting you."

John shook the anthropologist's hand and Leonie smiled politely at the women's retreating form.

"Vait!" Leonie called standing and making her way towards Brennan. "I know zhatI just met you and it is impolite to impose or ask of you a favor, but, do you think zhat, maybe you may, um, get an interview for my usband? He so vantsto vorkagain and he was framedfor something he did not do and wazfired from is job. Do you think, that you might get ima job interview at your Jeffersonian museum?"

Brennan stared at the women then back to her husband who was watching the two with a quirked eyebrow hoping his wife was not making a fool of herself. The man seemed promising, maybe she could do something. "I'll see what I can do, can you give me a number or address so that I can contact you and your husband?"

Leonie's face lit up and she nodded exuberantly. "Of course!" She went to the receptionist's desk and asked politely for a pen and paper, scribbled down two phone numbers and a street address then gave them both to Brennan who smiled at the women and took the paper.

"Vielen Dank, Dr. Brennan!"

"Keine Ursache!" Booth called back as he and Brennan followed the nurse down the hall and into a room.

Brennan quirked an eyebrow at Booth's words. "What did you say?" She inquired.

"I think I said you're welcome. I hope I said you're welcome."

"What did she say?"

"I'm quite sure it was many thanks in German, I could be wrong. I've never delved deeply into the language. I would think you'd know, I thought you were a genius."

Booth smirked at her and she slapped his arm playfully. "Well, I can speak Chinese and you can't!"

Booth grinned."Whatever you say, Bones."