A/N: Okay so here I go again! It's actually not a sequel to Fiat Justitia however that will be coming. It's just something that I wrote that I can't get out of my head.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously I have no assets, least of all Booth and Brennan! They belong to Fox and Hart Hansen unfortunately!

Chapter One

Booth walked into the Jeffersonian feeling nervous. He watched the hustle and bustle of the scientists within and felt his heart tug. It had been four years since he had been here and yet it felt like yesterday. It still smelled the same that was for sure.

"Can I help you?" a security guard asked him.

"Umm, I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth. I'm here to see Angela Montenegro." He replied.

"Okay, hold on one moment." The security guard said as he walked off.

He knew, from remaining in contact with Angela, that everyone except Cam and Dr. Goodman were still here. Dr. Goodman had retired and Cam had taken another position in New York about three years ago. He glanced around nervously. He wasn't ready to see her, not yet. He knew that as soon as he saw Angela, she would want him to see Brennan but he needed to take this slow.

The security guard rounded the corner with Angela in tow.

"BOOTH!" she shouted, running up to him and giving him a hug. "I can't believe it's you, what are you doing here?"

"Angela, calm down." He said smiling. "I will tell you everything. Can you tear yourself away from that husband of yours to go out for lunch with me?"

"Please." She replied. "You know Jack, he's got his head stuck in some pile of dirt. Let's go."

He breathed a sigh of relief and headed out the door.

They walked along the street to the diner.

"Are you still eating here?" he chuckled.

"Believe me, I have tried to pull Jack and Zach away from this place but it hasn't worked. Between this and Wong Foo's, I am surprised I haven't put on tons of weight." Angela said, opening the door and walking in.

He stood in the doorway nervously.

"Don't worry." She said. "She's in her office, I checked. She doesn't really eat here anymore. At least not for lunch."

He nodded and headed over to a booth and sat down.

He cleared his throat.

"Are we going to do this thing where we dance around the subject and never bring her up even though you really want to know how she is doing?" Angela said, before he got a chance to speak.

"Angela.." he started.

"She's fine." Angela interrupted. "She's Brennan. She pretends she is fine, even when she is not. You know her."

"Yeah." He replied. "How are you and Jack?"

"We're okay." Angela said. "We are hanging in there. I mean, everything is fine really, but you know.."

He did know. Having spent the last four years emailing and talking with Angela, he had gathered from reading between the lines that they had some difficulty in conceiving. She never came out and said it, but he knew she had miscarried several times.

"Enough about me." Angela said. "Tell me what you are doing here."

"Rebecca got another job and moved back here with Parker." He said. "So of course I came."

"I'm glad." Angela said. "I've missed you. We have all missed you."

"I've missed you too." He admitted. "Here's the thing, Angela. When I told Cullen I was back, he immediately reassigned me to be the FBI liaison at the Jeffersonian."

"Oh." Angela said, realizing the gravity of the situation.

"I know." He said. "I'm not happy, but considering that I requested a transfer four years ago without notice, I can't really turn Cullen down."

"Well you will be better than the last few we had." Angela said grimly.

"Not working well with Bones?" he asked.

"Not working well is an understatement." She replied. "She made one of them cry."

He chuckled. "Well she sounds the same."

"Sounds the same but she's different." Angela said seriously.

He nodded. They ordered their food and once it came, Booth dug in. Despite looking everywhere in Palmdale for a place like this, he could never find one that matched the taste of the diner.

"So how is she?" Angela finally asked.

"Chris?" he replied. "She's fantastic. Precocious, of course. But beautiful."

"I got the pictures you sent me." Angela said. "She's adorable."

He flipped out his wallet and pulled out some pictures. "These are the latest." He said, passing them to Angela.

Angela fingered the pictures gently and smiled. "She definitely has your charm smile, Booth." She said.

"Yeah." He replied. "But the rest is all Temperance."