"Hello?"

"I don't know what to do," she says frantically.

He hears crying in the background and rolls over to look at the clock. He sits up as he looks at the clock that seems to scream 2:39.

"What's wrong?"

"He won't stop crying. I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"First of all calm down."

"I zoomed past calm about an a hour and a half ago."

"Take a breath."

"Please just tell me what to do to make him stop crying. I've tried everything. I've fed him, burped him, changed him, bathed him, read to him, rocked him. I don't know what else to do."

"Does he have a fever?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I took his temperature fifteen minutes ago."

"Is his nose running?"

"No."

"Is he sneezing?"

"No."

"Is he tugging on his ears?"

"No."

"Ok is he constipated?"

"No. I told you that I just changed him."

"That can mean more than one thing."

"He just pooped."

"Ok then just bundle him up and get in the car. Drive him over here."

"I'm not coming out in this weather."

"What weather?"

"There is freezing rain."

"Ok. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," he agrees.

Twenty minutes later he comes into her apartment. She's left the door unlocked for him. He finds her standing in the kitchen holding a crying baby. She holds him over her shoulder and rubs his back. Seeley moves over to her. He reaches out for the baby. She lets him take the baby without any argument or protest. He moves into the living room. He walks over to the stereo with the crying baby. He grabs a cd and puts it in the stereo. He turns it on and holds the baby close to his heart. He kisses the baby and begins talking to him gently.

"Liam buddy stop crying your mommy is very tired," the crying becomes quieter.

Seeley moves him into his arms. He stares at the baby as he cries.

"Liam calm down buddy. You're ok. We're right here," he smiles.

Liam's stares intensely at Seeley.

"Liam if you'd be quiet you could hear the music. I think that you'd really like it," he tells him calmly. The baby takes a deep breath and stops crying. Seeley wipes away tears.

"See bud things aren't so bad. You're just tired. Why don't you close your eyes and go to sleep?"

Liam makes a sour face. Seeley puts the baby back over his shoulder. He begins to gently rub his head. He carefully massages Liam's head.

"Where did you get so much hair from?" he asks softly.

Fifteen minutes he stands behind her. She leans over the crib and stares at a sleeping baby. She hangs on to the crib fighting her own exhaustion.

"How did you do that?" she asks.

"You just to stay calm."

"He connects with you."

"He just needs to feel secure, and he needs someone to stay calm."

"I don't know how to do that. When he won't stop crying I panic."

"He's three weeks old of course he's going to cry."

"He doesn't cry for no reason though."

"He was tired."

"He usually just falls asleep."

"Maybe he's picking up on something."

"Something what?"

"Is there something going on with you that he could be picking up on?"

"I guess it's possible."

"Care to share?"

"I was invited to speak at Berkley."

"The university of Berkley in California?"

"Yeah," she nods.

"So what's the problem?"

"I can't go."

"Why not?"

"I have a three week old baby."

"Your point?"

"I have a three week old son."

"You said that. I don't see the problem why can't you just take him with you?"

"Who would watch him while I lecture for three days?"

"Three days straight?"

"No of course not."

"So just take your nanny with you."

"She's out of town."

"Oh, I'll go with you."

"I'm not going to take my three week old son with me to California."

"Why not?"

"He's too little. I'm not going to take him to an airport do you know how many germs are at an airport?"

"Now you're being paranoid."

"I'm really not. Besides he's way too little to fly all the way across the country."

"Ok so leave him here."

"I can't leave him here."

"Why not?"

"Who'll watch him?"

"I'll watch him."

"You have to work."

"Angela can watch him while I'm at work."

"She works too."

"Yes but she just draws people, and does simulations."

"I don't think that Cam would allow that."

"This has nothing to do with who watches him, or him being to little to go on a plane."

"It doesn't?"

"No you just don't want to be separated from him."

"What?"

"It's psychology bones."

"I hate psychology."

"But it's true. You just don't want to leave him for three days, and you don't want someone else to watch him while you lecture for three days."

She says nothing.

"I'm right aren't I?"

She nods.

"It's ok." She turns to him and wraps her arms around him. She buries her head in his chest.

"How am I going to leave him and go back to work?"

"You love your work."

"Not more than I love him."

"You didn't think that you could love him this much did you?"

"No. I was afraid that I wouldn't love him at all because of his... his beginnings."

"But?"

"It seems really silly now. I don't care where he came from or how he got here."

"Why not?"

"I don't know."

"Is it maybe because he's yours?"

"I don't know. I just... I've never loved anyone so much. To be honest I didn't know that I could love someone so much."

"Does it scare you?"

"That I love him so much?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know. I barely sleep. I just listen to him breath. I'm so afraid that I'm going to wake up and something will have happened to him."

"He's not going anywhere. No one is going to take him from you, God included."

"I hope that you're right."

"I am."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because this is the silver lining to the cloud."

"I'm so tired."

"Go to bed I'll stay with him."

"I wish that I could just go to bed and go to sleep without having to worry about anything."

"Welcome to parenthood."

"Did you ever just watch Parker sleep?"

"Yeah for about the first month. Then when I wasn't watching him sleep I'd just listen to him breath."

"Does it ever get easier?"

"Get easier how?"

"Do you ever stop worrying?"

"No but it eventually becomes manageable."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I think that you should talk to Sweets before you go back to work."

"Why?"

"So that you can go back to work."

"I guess that it wouldn't be a bad idea."

"Good because you have an appointment with him tomorrow at eleven."

"What? You made me an appointment?"

"No he told me if I didn't bring you to my next appointment that he was going to consider discussing severing our partnership with the FBI."

"He's bluffing."

"I don't want to find out that he's not."

"Are you saying that I should go to bed?"

"It would probably be a good idea."

She leans into the crib to pick the baby up.

"Stop," he tells her.

"But..."

"Go to bed. I'll stay with him. He's going to be fine."

"I..."

"Seriously bones go to bed."

"Fine," she agrees.