March 5th 2010:

"She's going to be back Monday right?" Angela questions.

"Yes Angela she'll be here Monday, bright and early," Booth answers her.

"Is she home now because it..."

"Angela she's exhausted give her a little bit of time to rest."

"I haven't seen her in over a year."

"You saw her yesterday."

"Not in person."

"I know, but you'll just have to wait a little bit longer."

"I don't think I can," Angela argues.

"You can I promise."

"Are you sure that there's nothing going on with her?"

"Why do you keep asking that?"

"Because she seems different lately."

"Don't you think that it's possible the time away from you has changed her?"

"That's low."

"She's fine."

"But is there something going on with her?"

"How would I know?"

"Because she tells you everything."

"Ange..."

"Booth tell me the truth did something happen between the two of you while you were undercover?"

"Maybe."

"You are so frustrating."

"Ange it's time for us to go home."

"She's probably not sleeping yet it's only eight thirty I could just drop by her apartment and..."

"Angela she's not at her apartment."

"How do you know?"

"She moved."

"Why didn't you tell me that?"

"She didn't want me to."

"Why not Booth?"

"She doesn't want you to harass her."

"I'm going home," she huffs in irritation.

"Good," he smirks at her.

When he arrives home the house is quiet, and mostly dark. The glow of the T.V. draws him into the living room. Temperance and Parker have the coffee table shoved aside, and are asleep on a blanket in front of the T.V. Temperance's head is resting against the side of the sectional, and Parker's head is laying on a pillow on her lap. There is a bowl of popcorn spilled next to Temperance's foot. He looks around the room, and find the playpen sitting behind the sofa. He carefully walks around the couch and finds Peyton in her playpen with a couple of playschool people. She has a firefighter in one hand, and a little girl in her mouth. "Excuse me what are you doing?" he asks her. She takes the toy out of her mouth and smiles at him. She drops the toys and reaches up for him. He lifts her out of the playpen, and wanders back around the couch. He flips off the T.V.

"Why did you turn the T.V. off we were watching a movie," Temperance asks him.

"You were both asleep."

"No we weren't."

"He's drooling, and you were snoring."

"Booth I don't snore."

"Yes you do Bones."

She carefully slips out from under Parker. She and Booth make their way to the kitchen. He flips on the lights and she sits down at the table. He puts Peyton on the table in front of Temperance and opens the refrigerator.

"You know you have to go back to work on Monday."

"I'm ready."

"Are you going to be able to leave her with the nanny?"

"The nanny isn't coming on Monday."

"Right I forgot. You want to completely piss Cam off on your first day off."

"That's not the objective."

"Cam isn't going to be the problem."

"I know."

"Angela is going to kill you."

"No she won't."

"But she'll consider it for at least ten seconds."

"As long as she only considers it."

"You know what this means right?"

"No."

"I get to wear my wedding ring now."

"Do you even know where it is?"

He rolls his eyes as he tosses a grilled cheese into a skillet on the stovetop. He yanks his tie off and tosses it on the counter. He pulls the chain from underneath his shirt.

"I know where it is."

March 8th 2010:

Temperance arrives at the Jeffersonian at seven. She's in her office by seven ten, and is on the computer five minutes later. She checks her email as Peyton sits between her and the keyboard. By seven thirty she's done on the computer. "Let's go to bone storage," she tells's Peyton as she pushes away from her desk. She slides the baby on her hip, and heads off to bone storage. With one arm she holds Peyton, and with the other she pulls a clear bin out of the wall. She pulls out a skull, a femur, a tibia, a few ribs, a mandible, and a radius. Peyton sits on the table as she examines the bones. Peyton uses Temperance as support. Temperance is studying the skull when Peyton starts to crawl away. "Whoaཀ" Temperance sits down the skull and grabs Peyton off the table. She tosses her gloves in the biohazard container and returns to her office. She opens the playpen and sits Peyton inside it. She tosses in a couple of toys, and then wheels it out of her office. She pushes the playpen against the wall and puts on another pair of gloves. As she examines the skull the noise begins. "Ma-maཀ Ma-maཀ"

"Peyton I'm right here," Temperance assures her.

"Da-daཀ Da-daཀ"

"Peyton he's not here."

"Ma-maཀ"

Temperance rolls her eyes and sits the skull on the table again. She pulls off her gloves and walks over to the playpen. "What do you want?" she asks. Peyton smiles charmingly and reaches up for her. Temperance lifts her out of the playpen. "How am I supposed to get any work done if I'm holding you?"

She puts the bones back in the clear container and jams it back into the hole in the wall. She returns to her office with Peyton on her hip wheeling a playpen behind her. She sits down at her computer and begins typing an email to Booth. Her back is turned to the door when she hears heels clicking on the floor not far away. She types away hoping to finish before whoever it is enters the office. She hits send, and closes the window just as Angela comes into the office.

"Brenཀ"

Temperance turns around and smiles at Angela. Angela's near constant smiles disappears in a single instant. She looks at Temperance with scrutiny and a furrowed brow. Angela says nothing she just watches as Temperance sits at her desk with a baby on her lap.

"Angela are you ok?" Temperance asks.

"I'm...I'm sort of confused."

"Uh huh," Temperance nods in understanding.

"Are you going to explain?"

"Do I have to?"

Angela studies the baby sitting on Temperance's lap. She very cautiously moves behind the desk. She reaches for the smiling little girl, and Temperance nods. Peyton hides her face in Angela's shoulder.

"Hi sweetieཀ" Angela smiles, "Are you shy?"

"She's not shy, she's just sleepy," Temperance answers.

"Temperance," Angela uses her first name, "who is this?"

"Her name is Peyton."

"How old is she?"

"Six months."

"You've withheld a lot of information from me haven't you?"

"Why would you think that?"

"I don't know," Angela shrugs, "Oh wait... yes I do. You had a baby six months ago."

"Who says she's mine?"

"Sweetie she looks like you," Angela pauses and stares at the chubby faced baby, "And Booth. You had a baby with Booth and you didn't tell me? What made you think that it would be ok not to tell me?"

Peyton starts to whimper, and Temperance reaches for her. Angela hands her back willingly. She's quiet as she watches Temperance pat the infant's back.