A/N: Thanks for everyone's patience. As the holidays are coming to a close, my schedule is beginning to be almost normal again and I can write more again...I do appreciate the awesome reviews I am getting. It's taken me longer to write these last few chapters, but I want to do this story and my followers justice. I do have a sequel in the works but it won't be for a while.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, but being the middle of a DB and TJT sandwich would be fun.

JULY 3 - 5:00 AM

Brennan and Booth were soundly sleeping in their guest room bed. All was quiet in their house. Suddenly, Booth woke up with a start. "That's it!"

Brennan was jolted awake at Booth's yelling. "What the—Booth! You woke us up. I just fell back asleep. This baby makes me urinate constantly"

"Sorry, Bones. We need to go through Pelant's records again. I don't think we went back far enough. Aldo was right...just forget for a while and the answer will come to you""

Brennan looked at him confused. "Didn't go back far enough?"

Booth pulled his pants up and sat back down on the bed. "Yeah, the initial search turned up his parents, grandparents, childhood, etc. I think we should look further. I need to go through as many Pelants as possible. He's got to have more relatives somewhere. More relatives…more possible hiding places…..better chance of finding that piece of shit"

Brennan moved around on the bed and hugged her husband from behind. "We're going to get him, Booth. We are going to find that piece of excrement and have his ass on a saucer"

Booth laughed. "That's have his ass on a platter, but I get what you're saying….and we will Bones" He took her hand and kissed it. "We will"

"Okay, Booth. What time will Max or Charlie get here?"

"Shit….I'll call Max to come"

"Booth, I will be okay for a couple of hours—"

"No, Bones. I wish I could link into the Bureau but we are keeping as many of Pelant's records off the computer system as possible."

Brennan rubbed her face. "Okay, call Dad. He may not be home so call his cell first"

Booth grabbed his phone and dialed. "Max, it's Boo—Max, take a chill pill….hey how was I supposed to know you weren't alone….Max, just shut up for a minute. I need you to come over now….Yes, now. I have to go to the Hoover….all right, thanks Ma—"

He turned to Bones. "Your dad hung up on me"

"He had a date last night after his bowling game"

"Well, when he's here, I'm heading to the Hoover. Go back to sleep, Bones"

"I'll try, but you were comfortable"

He kissed his wife. "See you later, Bones. I love you"

"Love you too, Booth" she muttered before falling back to sleep.

_ One hour later, Booth was waiting for another search on his computer when Agents Shaw and Perotta walked in together but separate.

'Well, no snarking at each other or fur flying. Hope I got through to Shaw. I don't have time for petty bullshit'

Booth got up and walked to their desks. "Okay, you two. I'm conducting another search on Pelant's background. I have expanded the search to other possible relatives and will go into other data bases than what was used before"

He turned to Agent Perotta. "Perotta, get on Interpol. Go under both of Pelant's aliases. Check their records and then call the Danish and Egyptian embassies. I don't care who you have to talk to, but get as much background as you can"

"Shaw, head over to the Jeffersonian and see Angela. She texted me a few minutes ago to tell me she was able to get some info from Reynolds' hard drive"

"Must have been up with Michael again if she's at work now" When Shaw saw Booth's and Perotta's faces, she clarified. "We were discussing our kids yesterday. Michael has been sick with an ear infection the last couple of days"

Booth reached into his pocket and pulled out bills. "Pick her up a large Mocha from the coffee cart outside the Jeffersonian" He gave her ten dollars. "Get one for yourself, too. It's the least I can do for getting you out of bed this early. Where's Danny?"

"Wendell will pick him up in a couple of hours from his friend's house and Danny will hang out with him and Fisher"

Booth stilled, thinking about Fisher with a young child. "I'm sorry, Shaw"

"It's okay. Fisher is nuts, but he knows what will happen if he gets out of line"

Booth laughed. "Okay ladies, if you see anything that pops out at you, let me know and roll with it"

"Yes sir" the junior agents said simultaneously

Booth handed five dollars to Perotta. "I didn't forget you, Perotta. Moe will bring the cart outside around seven" Before she could protest, he walked back to his office.

Shaw turned and saw Agent Perotta putting the bill down before dropping a pill in her mouth. "Good morning, Agent Perotta"

Perotta had started to drink to chase her medication down and when Shaw spoke, she started to choke on her coffee. After her coughing fit, she turned to other agent with a look of suspicion. "Good morning, Agent Shaw"

Shaw grabbed her phone and headed out. A small part of her was excited to see Wendell when she picked up Danny later, but she pushed that down. 'He was nice to you last night, but if you let people get close, you get hurt."

Pelant was working on something when his cell phone rang.

"Dad, hi! I didn't exp-" He listened for a moment. "Meeting at Fort Benning…..I understand, but what about after? It's a short flight and if you get here early enough I can make us din—" His voice got desperate as frustration grew. "How about if I come there?...Okay, Dad….sure…b—"

All Pelant heard was a dial tone. He sat for a few minutes as he processed his emotions. "The Army…..always the damn army and his men!"

After his outburst, he went back to his project with new vigor.

Booth was reading the updated searches when he stumbled onto a name….one that was oddly familiar. He went into a program and not having luck, tried another one, but wasn't able to get access. Frustrated, he made a phone call. "Ben, it's Seeley Booth. I need a favor man….a big one"

Brennan was in bed reading one of her journals but not taking the information in as her mind was racing.

'When will their lives get back to normal…Well, their normal? Can she be a good stepparent to Parker now that he will live here full time? What about Emma? She really seemed to open up this summer'

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock. When she said 'come in', she was greeted by Emma. "Aunt Tempe, is it okay if I come sit with you for a bit"

"Of course, Emma" Brennan made room on the bed so her niece could come in. When she settled, she put her arm around her. Feeling Emma's arms around her tighten, she got worried. "Emma, is there something wrong?"

Emma didn't want to upset her aunt, but she couldn't help the tears that fell. "I love you Aunt Tempe. I was so scared when you were in the hospital….I thought you were going to die. I was trying to be grown up and not cry but I can't help it. I'm sorry"

Brennan tightened her hold on the young girl. "Emma, I am all right….the baby is doing all right. It's okay to cry and don't be sorry for saying what you mean. Honesty is a good thing."

Emma sniffled and then got her courage up to ask the question she had been wondering about. "Can I stay here with you? I don't want to go home"

Brennan was shocked and moved so she could face the teenager. "Emma why? Is something wrong?"

"No….I just don't like it at home…everyone is usually at the hospital with Hayley and you almost died Aunt Tempe and I don't want to never see you again"

Brennan didn't have the heart to correct her grammar as she simply rubbed the girl's back like her mother always did for her. "Emma, you belong with your parents, but I am always a phone call away. You call me any time when you're sad, okay?"

The teenager wasn't surprised with her aunt's answer to her question, but her reassurance made her feel better. "Okay, Aunt Tempe, I promise." Emma saw the pile of magazines. "Aunt Tempe, what are those?"

Brennan turned to her journals. "These are previous issues of Medicinal Physics Quarterly and other anthropological journals your Uncle Booth got from my office for me. The one on top I got in the mail yesterday" Seeing the look in her niece's eyes, Brennan proceeded with what she thought was correct. "Do you want to read it first?"

Emma got excited. "Is it okay, Aunt Tempe?"

"Certainly. Here you are" When Brennan saw the look on the young girl's face when she handed the journal to her, she knew she did the right thing. "I like company when I read sometimes, Emma. Do you?"

Emma smiled brightly. "Sometimes, I do too, Aunt Tempe" She got comfortable on the bed and started reading. Brennan smiled and then went back to her reading, her previous thoughts forgotten.

Booth was working on paperwork but antsy. When his phone rang, he jumped on it. "Booth"

Suddenly, he smiled. "Thanks so much for this. Can I access this on my work laptop, also? Cool. I have access to most records but I needed to dig into this program…yeah it's that Pelant son of a bitch…thanks again, Ben I owe you one"

Booth hung up and wore a smile as he went to a needed program. He typed the name he saw as familiar and waited. When there was a result, he read through the information when suddenly he spotted something that he found interesting. He went back into Christopher Pelant's file and read it though again.

"Son of a bitch"

Realizing he would need his wife's help, he printed off the information he needed and grabbed his FBI laptop. He preferred keeping their findings on Pelant off the computer. However, he needed his wife's help and the access Ben got him would only get him to his laptop and his office computer. Thankfully Angela downloaded anti-viral software created by her to keep Pelant out as much as possible when in use.

He rushed over to his junior agent's desk. "Agent Perotta, I have to run home. I will try to be back in about an hour"

"Sure, sir" Perotta said as he was running out the door. She went back to her research. A few minutes later, she headed into Booth's office to get something. As she was hunched over a desk, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Panic rose up in her throat. She turned and pushed the man's head on the table and held his arm behind his back.

"Don't touch me you asshole!" she yelled

Aldo only felt pain as he felt his upper body smash into Booth's table. "Damn, Blondie, what's your problem?"

Perotta was feeling nauseated and she hated it. "You are. I don't like people sneaking up on me"

"I'm not, Blondie. I'm just looking for Booth. I'm his friend, Aldo Clements"

'The priest. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit' "Oh, God, I'm so sorry, Mr. Clements"

He looked at the woman and admired her. 'Good looking lady' "It's Aldo. It's what all the ladies call me" His joking demeanor changed when he saw her eyes harden.

Perotta saw him look at her. She knew interest when she saw it….and it made her physically ill. Bitterness rose up to counter her nausea. "Obviously he's not here, Mr. Clements. He was heading home for a bit before coming back. Do you want to leave a message?"

"No, just tell him to get ahold me when he has a second. I was just checking in with him. We talked a couple of days ago. So long, Blondie"

"My name is Agent Peyton Perotta, not Blondie"

"My mistake then"

She watched Aldo walk back to the elevator and when he was gone the nausea threatened to come up so as calmly as she could she headed for the restrooms. When inside, she ran to the stall and vomited. She cried in anger for having such a reaction to a man's innocent gesture, especially a friend of her supervisor.

It was getting harder to forget as the images would haunt her in her sleep and every time she opened Reynolds' file, but she pushed her feelings down again. Perotta washed her face and with a new determination, walked back to her desk to finish her research. She just needed to forget about she was beginning to remember happened that night and move on.

The couple was sitting up in the guest room bed where Booth woke her after she fell asleep while Emma and she were reading.

"Check that out, Bones. That is no coincidence" Booth said while he was eating from a carton.

She was eating a banana and had a Styrofoam container on her lap. "You're right, Booth" she said in between bites. When she finished her fruit, she began eating her breakfast from the carton. "Thank you for bringing me breakfast, Booth"

"My pleasure, Bones" Booth said before kissing her sweetly. "It's the least I can do for waking you up at five in the morning"

"It's okay, Booth. I'm your partner. Partners are there for each other…they take care of each other" She said looking at Booth.

Booth was admiring his wife. She was only eight weeks pregnant but she was having that glow and she was so beautiful at that moment. He was so lost in this thoughts he didn't hear his wife right away.

"Booth…Booth" When he didn't respond, Brennan got his attention the best way she knew how. She pulled her top up to show her breasts.

"Oh, Bones…I love your tits!" Booth couldn't help himself as he began to suck on one nipple. Brennan felt her hormones betray her as her move backfired. When she felt herself drift she knew she needed to get him focused. "Booth….what did you want to show me?"

Her words got the fog of lust out of his head as he remembered his original purpose and her restrictions for the next couple of weeks. "Yeah, I was looking into Pelant's medical history and he had that thing where he had an extra toe?"

"Yes, he was born with post-axial polydactyly of the right foot. According to his records, the extra digit was removed when he was seven.

"Yeah, well read the medical file on this guy"

Brennan read the file Booth gave her on the laptop. "Booth, it is possible that this could be a coincidence, but highly unlikely. Polydactyly is usually a genetic mutation caused by a disorder. Christopher Pelant had Greig cephalopolysyndactyly syndrome"

"Greg cephopoly what?"

"Greig cephalopolysyndactyly syndrome. This gentleman was also born with post-axial polydactyly, but no cause is listed, but this disorder was less understood before the last thirty years. With the similarities I am seeing here with both of their backgrounds, I would be very surprised if tested that this man didn't also have this disorder"

Booth got excited and kissed his wife breathless. "Bones…..you are the greatest" He sucked down the last few bites of his food. "Gotta go, Honey. Have to get back to work. I am probably going to have to threaten people to track this guy down"

Brennan laughed. "Okay, I love you…..we love you Booth"

Booth kissed his wife goodbye. "I love you, too Bones" He bent down to her abdomen. "I love you, too Baby"

Booth got back to his office a short time later and did a few searches, but then found what he was looking for and laughed in relief as he wiped his face with his hands. "Found it. Your ass is mine, Pelant"

He called a number and waited for an answer. "Yes, I need to speak to Colonel Dan Pelant, please?...Where is he?...This is Special Agent in Charge Seeley Booth of the FBI and I am acquainted with the colonel, so I will need his contact number…listen Buddy, I retired with the rank of Sergeant Major and I know for a fact the military frowns upon hindrance of a federal investigation. Either get me a contact number or I will call up a few friends of mine at the Pentagon to pull your whiny ass out of your military office chair and bring you to the FBI shooting range where I will shoot you…yeah, I'm that Seeley Booth….former sniper with the shooting record" he said with a smile as he pulled a legal pad within his reach. "Got it, thank you, Corporal"

Booth hung up the phone. "What a little douche" He checked something on his computer and wrote it down before he sucked a drink of his coffee down and made a face when he realized it was cold. "Yuck".

He put the cup down and dialed the number he was given. "Colonel Dan Pelant, please…..this is Special Agent in Charge Seeley Booth from the FBI…get him out of his conference call…okay I am not in the mood to threaten another guy today, but fine. Get him on the phone or I will have two of Atlanta's finest from the FBI come up there and pull your scrawny ass up here where I will have to shoot you, too…..yeah, I'm that Seeley Booth and I don't miss…..he finished his call? Great"

Booth waited for an answer and when he got it, he remembered their last meeting after he returned from Afghanistan. It was a tense meeting where Booth turned him down again to return there for the Army after his stint in 2010.

"Colonel Pelant, this is Agent Seeley Booth from the FBI, remember me? Good. I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time because I need to speak with you in regards to an investigation I'm working on…..You're busy? Too bad. There's an AMC flight coming in at Fort Benning in fifteen minutes with an arrival time here in DC at 10:30 this morning. You will be here by eleven o'clock at the Hoover building or I will send federal agents to drag your ass up here….You can't do that?….well between my wife and myself we have friends in high places….did you hear I got married? Yeah to my partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan, the author of those Kathy Reichs books? I know she counts Secretary McHugh as one of her fans….did you know President Obama called her when her last novel came out? Big fan. Nope, not shitting you…okay then, see you later at eleven."

Booth hung up the phone. "God…once an ass, always an ass"