10:30 A.M. Christmas day: Temperance wakes up and finds a fine coating of snow outside her window. She sits up bed and then has an unusual thought which she expresses verbally, "Why do I smell paint?" she asks herself.
She crawls out of her bed and follows the scent of fresh paint. She stops at the closed door of the guest bedroom. She reaches for the knob. She goes to open the door only to find that the door is locked. She knocks on the door. The thought of why she's knocking on a door in her own home crosses her mind.
"Hello? Is someone in there?" she calls out.
"Go back to bed," a voice tells her.
"Ange? Why are you in there?"
"Just go back to bed," she suggests.
"Why are you locked in my guest bedroom?"
"I'm painting,"
"Why is the door locked?"
"It's supposed to be a surprise,"
"How did you get in here?"
"I got a copy of your key,"
"When?"
"The other day when you fell asleep on the couch in your office,"
"You were at home,"
"I know. I had Booth make me a copy,"
"Who else has a key?"
"He does,"
"How many people have keys to my apartment?"
"Just me and Booth,"
"Why?"
"Because we like to be polite,"
"Being polite is secretly making a copy of my key?"
"Yes,"
"As compared to what?"
"Breaking down your door,"
"Gee thanks for the consideration,"
"No problem,"
"How long have you been here?"
"What time is it?"
"Ten thirty,"
"Just three hours,"
"Why?"
"It's kind of a secret,"
"You broke into my apartment, yet what you're doing in it is a secret?"
"Yeah,"
"You don't see a problem with that?"
"Only a small one,"
"I know what you're doing,"
"How?"
"I can smell it,"
"That wouldn't be the first time I've heard that... not even in that context,"
"What other context would you have heard it in?"
"When I was in college my resident advisor told me the same thing,"
"Because you were painting?"
"No,"
"What were you doing?"
"Something that I shouldn't have been,"
"I don't want to know,"
"You asked," Angela points out.
"Next time just tell me that I don't want to know,"
"Since when has that ever worked?"
"Never,"
"Exactly,"
"Aren't you getting sick from all of those paint fumes?"
"Paint fumes don't make me sick,"
"Maybe you should open the door,"
"I don't want the door to swing into the wall and mess up the paint,"
"Why is painting a secret?"
"It just is. You know that this isn't the first time I've been in your apartment this week,"
"What?"
"I've been painting for a few days,"
"You've been sneaking in here for days?"
"Maybe,"
"How many days does it take to paint a room one color?"
"Who said anything about one color?"
"Or two,"
"Stop fishing,"
"I wasn't fishing," she lies.
"You totally were," Angela accuses her.
"I'm assuming that it's blue,"
"There is some blue," Angela answers.
"Blue and what? Green? Yellow? Red?"
"Yes,"
"To which one?"
"That's a secret,"
"Can I see?"
"I'm almost done. You can see it when it's done,"
"When will that be?"
"Lunchtime,"
"Isn't today Christmas?"
"Yes,"
"Why aren't you spending it with Hodgins?"
"We already exchanged gifts early this morning,"
"How early?"
"Like six thirty,"
"So what is he doing now?"
"Sleeping,"
"You made him get up to open presents at six thirty only for him to go back to sleep?"
"He was tired,"
"From the strenuous act of opening presents?"
"From a strenuous activity,"
"Why do I ask?"
"How would I know how your brain works?"
"I don't know. I'm going to leave you to your paint fumes,"
"Where are you going?"
"To eat and get dressed,"
"Ok,"
"Do you need anything?"
"No," Angela answers as Temperance turns away.
She makes herself a bowl of cereal and sits down at her table.
"Hey Bones do you like cherry or walnut better?"
She turns her head and stares at her couch. She answers, "Why are you in my apartment?"
"That's privileged information,"
"How long have you been here?"
"A while,"
"Did you just let yourself in?"
"No I have a key,"
"So I heard,"
"I didn't use it though,"
"How did you get in?"
"Angela let me in," he answers as he flips over the newspaper he's reading.
"Aren't you supposed to be with Parker or something?"
"I dropped him off earlier,"
"I thought that you got him Christmas Day,"
"Rebecca changed with me this year. I got him Christmas eve, and Christmas morning,"
"Why are you here?"
"I can't tell you that. Do you want a doughnut?" he questions as he reaches for his coffee.
"No thanks,"
"Are you sure? They're jelly,"
"That's ok. I've got my cereal,"
"Ok,"
"Can you go somewhere?"
"Am I not allowed in your living room?"
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at home?"
"Fine. I'll go home, but I'm taking my doughnuts with me,"
"I don't want your doughnuts,"
"Fine," he huffs as he gathers his things and makes his way to the door.
"Bye Booth. Make sure that you knock next time," she tells him.
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't," he answers as he exits the apartment.
At noon Temperance has eaten and gotten dressed. She's reading a book when her phone rings.
"Brennan," she answers.
"Miss Brennan my name is Chris Jenkins,"
"Ok?" she answers questioningly.
"I'm calling you to inform you that your car has been impounded,"
"What? How is that possible?"
"I'm sorry ma'am but your car has been impounded,"
"It's Christmas," she points out.
"I know ma'am,"
"Can I come get my car?"
"We're closing at two,"
"Yeah I'll be there in a few minutes," she tells him.
"Sorry for the inconvenience," he apologizes.
She hangs up. She goes to the guest room and knocks on the door.
"Hey Ange can you do me a favor?"
"Sure what?"
"I need you to take me to the impound lot,"
"What? Why?"
"Apparently my car has been impounded,"
"Ok," she agrees as she turns the knob of the door. She carefully slips out of the room.
"You're covered in paint,"
"Your point?"
"I need to get my car,"
"I didn't even know that they towed cars on Christmas,"
"Apparently they do,"
"Well then let's go," Angela suggests.
When they pull up to the impound lot a young man is waiting on them. Temperance pulls her coat around her as she gets out of the car.
"I got a call that my car was impounded,"
"Are you Dr. Brennan?"
"Yes,"
"We lost your car,"
"What? How do you lose a car?"
"It isn't here. I don't know where it is. We'll call you if it turns up,"
"This is just great," she huffs as she heads back to the car.
She climbs into the passenger's seat of Angela's car.
"I thought that your car got impounded,"
"Apparently they lost it,"
"Oh. So now what?"
"I don't know. I guess we go home,"
"Is your car really practical?"
"For what?"
"A baby,"
"How would I know?"
"I don't know. I'm starving can we stop for lunch before I take you home?"
"Yeah sure," she agrees.