Brennan stalked into the lab angrily. She was a bit out of breath and still very upset about what Booth had said and implied. Her mind was running through the entire argument from start to finish, and she was trying desperately not to feel guilty for leaving Michael behind. She knew that the little boy was in fine hands with Booth, but it didn't escape her that leaving him behind could be seen as abandonment, and for that she felt a pit of guilt at the bottom of her stomach. She had just swung into her office, grabbed her lab coat and turned around, when she saw Angela standing in her doorway. "I don't have time, Angela. I'm late enough as it is."
"What happened?" She asked, pausing when she saw Brennan tip her head and shake it. Brennan's cheeks were bright red, and she looked very worked up. "You look upset, are you okay?"
"I don't want to discuss it." She sighed, walking past Angela toward the platform.
"Is it the case?" Angela asked. "Is it Booth?" She followed behind Brennan, who stepped up the platform, scanned her card and moved toward the remains. She stepped around the table.
"Angela, I really do not want to discuss it." She said, snapping a pair of gloves on her hands, she reviewed a few notes of what had happened while she was gone.
"It was the lady friend, wasn't it? Booth's lady friend." Angela whispered not so quietly.
"Booth has a lady friend?" Cam asked, turning around she looked between the other two women. Brennan sent Angela a sharp glare, that made the artist's mouth snap shut.
"Apparently we're not talking about it." Cam muttered, shrugging.
"Hodgins called me, he said that he had some particulate data." Brennan said, looking at the computer screen, she started typing a few things, looking for Hodgins' information on the server.
"Where's the baby? Is he at the daycare?" Angela asked.
"Baby?" Cam asked.
"He's with Booth." Brennan said, typing in a few more things, she looked toward Hodgins, who was walking up the platform steps.
"Wait, Booth has a lady friend and a baby?" Cam asked. Hodgins' eyes widened, and he glanced to Angela, who shook her head. "Is someone going to explain this to me?"
"Trust me, you don't want to know." Angela sighed.
"I know that I don't want to know." Clark replied, looking up from his examination.
"Doctor Hodgins." Brennan sighed, either not hearing, or completely ignoring the outside conversation. "I have the data up, would you care to explain what you've found?" She asked, watching as Hodgins sent her a knowing look. He nodded and moved toward the screen.
"It appears that based upon the particulates, she was hit from behind and landed face first on what we're purporting as the road, as we've already noted asphalt."
"Booth said she was out jogging." Brennan said, noting that everyone other than Clark had gone back to their offices. "So she was hit from behind, and then what?"
"Dragged." Hodgins said. "Not a long way, but enough to maybe get her into a car. Is there any way we can find out what her typical route is? We may be able to find a witness who saw something happen." He said, watching Brennan nod. "We also have pollen from flowering cherry trees, which weren't in the location where the body was found, and remnants of petroleum."
She thought for a split second that she should call Booth and have him take a look, ask some questions, but she was still feeling extremely angry and frustrated at his attitude and irritation toward her. She had no desire to speak to him just yet. She stared at the results for a moment, sighing.
"Doctor B?" Hodgins said, interrupting her thought process, she looked toward the other scientist. "Did you want to ask Booth about it?"
"No." She said, shaking her head. "I want you to come with me." She said, heading toward her office. "We're going to go on a little field trip." She called. She didn't see Hodgins smile, but she heard his excited exclamation that he'd be ready when she was.
Booth was sitting at his desk, he had finally managed to get Michael to fall asleep, tucked into the crook of his arm. He cradled the boy with one arm and typed with his other hand, something that wasn't unlike his typical hunt and peck method of typing, so it didn't really slow him down. It had been nearly two hours since Brennan had stormed from his office, and she was still not answering his calls. He wanted nothing more than to just head over there and talk to her, but the baby was sleeping, and he really didn't want to wake him and make him upset. There was a knock at the door of his office, and it opened slightly as one of the agents from the bullpen peered in.
"What is it, Leary?" He asked, keeping his voice low. He gave the other agent a look that indicated that if he were to wake the child, he'd be responsible for him for the rest of the day.
"The team at the mother's house brought some items that might be of interest. They sent some to the Jeffersonian, but there were some bills and photos that they sent to you." He said.
"That's fine, set them over here." Booth said, tapping the desk beside his keyboard. The agent did as he was told and set the papers beside the keyboard, and then quietly left the office. Booth leaned forward slightly, careful not to jostle Michael, and pulled out several papers from the box. He put a few aside, glancing at the address on the label, and set it aside. He picked up the phone bill and set it in another pile, and then noted several photos. There was a picture of Michael, smiling at the camera, his blue eyes bright and happy. The woman holding him was strikingly familiar and not because of the sketch that he had used as a searching tool. She had blue eyes and dark hair, high cheekbones, and a happy smile. It was clearly their victim, the boy's mother, and it was astonishing to Booth how similar she looked to Brennan. "Well its no wonder you like Bones so much, buddy." He said softly, looking affectionately at the photo of the baby and his mother. "She looks just like your mama." He said, feeling a pang of guilt in his chest for their earlier argument. He set the picture down, and reached for the phone, tucking it under his chin, he pressed the speed dial for Brennan's cell again, sighing when it went immediately to voicemail. Then he tried her office phone, and there was nothing. He ended the call and dialed Cam.
"Dr. Saroyan." She said, her voice seeming a bit tired.
"Camille." He said, listening to a slight chuckle on the line.
"What are you looking for, Seeley?"
"Bones. Is she around?" Booth asked. "She's not answering her cell or office line. Is she in the bone room or something?"
"Well, I'm not sure why she's not answering her cell phone, but she's not here. She and Doctor Hodgins left a little over an hour ago."
There was a long pause. "Where did she go?" He asked, his tone strikingly serious. "Cam, where did Bones go?"
"Before I do that, why don't you explain to me who this new lady in your life is... and what's the deal with a baby? What the hell is going on with you, Seeley?" Cam asked.
"Cam." He sighed. "Where is Bones?"
There was a pause on the line, and he heard Cam sigh, knowing she wasn't going to get any information out of him. "She and Doctor Hodgins thought it would be beneficial to drive in the area where the victim lived. They determined that she had been hit by a heavy object while jogging on the street before she was dragged off. They were hoping that they could figure out approximately where she was grabbed."
"And you just let her go off wandering the streets on her own? Cam! This happened in one of the worst neighborhoods in the city!" He exclaimed.
"And Doctor Brennan is an adult, she's well versed in martial arts... and Doctor Hodgins is with her, she's not alone." Cam sighed at his overprotectiveness.
"Oh, I see. You sent her with the Mayor of Munchkinland. Well then, she should be just fine!" He exclaimed sarcastically.
"Seeley, calm down." Cam exclaimed.
"I am not going to calm down!" He exclaimed, his voice startling Michael out of his sleep, when he opened his eyes to Booth, and let out a mighty cry.
"Seeley?" Cam said, hearing the baby crying.
"Crap. I have to go." He said, slamming the phone down, he stood up and lifted the baby with him, moving swiftly toward the diaper bag. "Alright buddy..." He said softly, trying to calm Michael as he moved. "Let's go find our Bones." He whispered, grabbing the bag, he quickly exited his office and headed toward his car, sobbing baby and all.