Friday, August 31- 8:30pm-

Brennan sat at the small desk on the platform, her hand was moving deftly over the paper as she finished her report on the findings. She wanted to have it all completed before she left for the day, so that she could have the weekend on her own terms without worrying of their suspect getting released. They were fairly certain that they had the evidence they needed, they were just focusing on getting through the weekend, so that everything could be finalized on Monday. She finished her final report, pulling the paper from the folder, she placed it in another folder and closed it, letting her eyes move toward her office.

She noticed that the lights had gone dark and had been so for quite a while, an indication that the occupants of her office were probably asleep, and she felt a pang of guilt. While Booth had gone back to his office once the car had been delivered, and shared dinner with her that he had brought back with him at a little after six, she still hadn't been in her office to see him. He had even brought Michael up from daycare for dinner. Partly as a way to spend time with him, and partly to convince her that she should pack up for the night. However, that had been quite a while ago, and she was still working. When she dotted her last 'I' and crossed her last 'T', she closed the folder and placed it in the small rack of files beside the evidence that was still displayed on the platform.

Her eyes moved across the lab toward the bone room, where the bones of Elizabeth Danby sit exposed and glowing in the light of the room. She stared across at them for a long few moments, her thoughts shifting slowly toward grief. She rarely ever let the death of a victim enter her psyche for long, but knowing that the little boy sleeping in her office right now would never see her face again sent a heavy lead weight to the pit of her stomach. She gasped a bit, trying to catch the racing thoughts that were shooting through her mind like lightning. Her breath quickened, and a sob sat at the back of her throat as she nearly let out a whimper.

"Hey." Booth's voice instantly broke through the chaos in her mind, and her head turned sharply to face him. Her eyes were red rimmed, her lower lip trembling. "Are you okay, Bones?" He asked. He was standing at the bottom of the steps, his suit jacket and tie long since discarded, and a baby slept comfortably against his shoulder. "Are you alright?" He asked again when she didn't answer immediately.

"I…" She whimpered, sucking in a breath between her teeth. "I just… it's not fair." She said, her voice a near whimper. "It's not fair that he can't grow up with his mother because someone was selfish and took her away from him. It's just not fair, Booth." She ended in a whisper.

"I know." Booth said, stepping toward the steps, she moved toward him before he came up, hoping to avoid the alarm on the platform going off, for fear that it would wake the baby. "Are you just about done?" He asked, watching her step down toward him, her eyes focused on his as he gently rubbed the baby's back.

"Yes." She said, nodding. She watched the sleeping baby's cheek pressed against Booth's chest, his long dark eyelashes against the stark white of Booth's dress shirt. "I'm ready to go home." She said, feeling her panic start to dissipate, and the lump in her throat seemed smaller.

"Good." Booth said, reaching for her with his free arm, he pulled her gently against him, kissing her head gently. "Let's get you home, and we'll talk about our plans for the long weekend." He said, kissing her again.

"Long weekend?" She asked, looking up at him, her eyebrow lifted curiously.

"Yeah, it's Labor Day weekend." He said, tipping his head as if he expected her to know. "We have Parker until Monday afternoon."

"Oh." She said, still looking confused for a moment, her eyes lightened up as a smile slid onto her lips. "We have Parker all weekend?" She asked, watching him nod happily. "That makes me very happy." She said, leaning up to kiss Booth's cheek, she ran her fingertips over the spot where her lips had touched him, keeping her eyes on his.

"Sometimes I think you like the kid more than you like me." He teased, watching her smile widen.

"Sometimes I do." She grinned. "Let me get my things and turn down some of the lights, and we can go." She said, walking past him toward her office. "You do realize that we each have our cars, right? You could have left and been home already." She said, listening to the sound of his feet right behind her.

"I didn't want to leave you here alone in the lab." He said, stepping into the office. "Besides, you know I was hoping to have you out of here almost two hours ago." He said, watching her eyes lift to his as she gathered her things. "We'll get your car tomorrow." He said, flashing her a charm smile.

"Okay." She said, taking a deep breath, she looked around her office and let it out with a bit of a laugh. "Well, it looks like you both made yourself quite comfortable." She said, nodding toward the array of baby toys and blankets on the table, couch, and floor. She started picking them up, and he moved around her while still holding the baby and helped pick them up as well.

"Well, we were having fun until he fell asleep." Booth said, tossing one of the toys into the playpen.

"And then you fell asleep." She said slyly, turning to see a look of faux offense on his face. "I noticed the motion lights were off." She said, letting out a giggle.

"He fell asleep on me, I didn't want to move." Booth laughed. "I wasn't sleeping. I was awake the whole time."

"Then what would account for the snoring that I heard in here?" She asked, turning away from him so he couldn't see her wicked smile, she picked up another toy and when she turned around he was right in her path. The smile she tried to hide only became brighter, and he tried to glare at her.

"I don't snore." He said, his voice husky.

"Sometimes you do." She teased back, kissing his nose, her hand went to the sleeping baby's back as he started to stir. "Let's get him home."

"Sounds good to me." He said, kissing her lips gently as he started to yawn, he held Michael against him as he tried to stifle it. "I guess I am pretty tired." He said, reaching over to grab his jacket, Brennan lifted Michael to her arms and he slipped on his jacket. He gathered what he needed, and she grabbed her things, and without another glance back into the office, they turned off the lights and headed for the exit.

Once they were in the car, Brennan settled in her seat comfortably, feeling the exhaustion from the day finally loosen all of her muscles. She could feel the pull of sleep already, thinking of how stressful everything had been that day. Hoping to keep her mind off the appointment she still hadn't spoken to Booth about, and any focus of the case off her mind, she glanced to Booth's face has he drove.

"Thank you." She said, watching his eyes flick in her direction quickly, then back to the road.

"Thank you?" He asked, reaching his hand toward her, she quickly pulled it into her hand. She let her fingers move gently across his. "What are you thanking me for?"

"I don't know. Everything." She shrugged. "Thank you." She whispered again.

"That's pretty broad, Bones." He said, letting out a slight chuckle, though he could see that she wasn't in a laughing mood. "You're welcome." He said, running his thumb over her skin, he lifted her hand to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss. "Anything you need, I am right here."

"Thank you." She said softly, as she closed her eyes and held his hand tightly, drifting into a dreamless sleep as Booth guided them all safely home.