Astacia: Just a tit with those personal issues. It would be funny for Bones to dropkick Rebecca. Angela and Jack are cute and I hope to have some more cute stuff on the way.
Chapter 9
Temperance found the FBI Agent pacing inside her office. She hoped that they could talk without being interrupted.
"I can't believe she is doing this to me." He muttered.
"What happened, Booth?" She asked.
"Rebecca says that she isn't bringing Parker over because she's busy and she doesn't have the time to come to my apartment." Booth answered.
"She seemed to be doing a lot more talking than you were." Brennan pointed out.
"It was just her usual stupid drivel about how its her decision whether I get to see Parker and how she feels that this weekend just isn't good for her. It's always about her. She doesn't care how Parker feels or how I feel." He said angrily. Brennan felt bad and wished there was something she could for him. Then an idea popped into her head.
"Why don't we go pick him up? Call Rebecca up and tell her you're done with work and you're coming over to get him." She suggested, suddenly all smiles. Booth gave her a look. He knew that she didn't much care for children but apparently something had changed. Especially since she had said 'we'.
"Bones, I can't do that. What if she gets upset and doesn't let me see him ever again?" The FBI Agent said. A concerned look crossed Brennan's face. Moments of silence passed between the two.
"You shouldn't jeopardize your chances to see him. It was stupid of me to suggest it." Her tone had become logical and her face lost its concerned look. Before he could say anything, she left the office and headed over toward Zach. Booth was left standing there wondering if he'd said something wrong.
"Zach, what's your progress?" She asked.
"Dr. Brennan, I have raised all the impressions and they all match. I was just writing up my report." The young student replied.
"I have all my drawings." It was Angela. Brennan turned around.
"I thought you and Hodgins were researching the buildings." She said.
"We are but I thought that you should have my drawings so maybe Booth could match them to any missing people." The artist answered.
"I heard my name. What's going on?" Booth asked as he walked up the platform.
"The drawings are done and the weapon impressions are finished. Hopefully this will help." Brennan told him.
"What weapon am I looking for?" He inquired. The good doctor gave him a look like he should know.
"Hey I was only told you had matched the impressions never what to." Booth defended himself.
"It was a hammer." Zach offered helpfully. The FBI Agent nodded.
"Well starting Monday, I'll run the pictures through the missing persons database and try to narrow the field of suspects." Booth told them.
"Jack and I, will keep working on the buildings and see if we can't get anywhere with that." Angela said.
"I want to keep looking at the bones. Maybe there was something I missed that could help." Zach offered. Brennan sighed and looked at her watch. It was now five-thirty.
"I'll be in my office." She muttered and left the group standing there. Booth wondered if he should leave her alone or try to talk to her. Instead he picked up his cell phone.
WWWWWWWWWWWWWW
It was now nine-thirty and Brennan hadn't heard a peep out of the rest of her crew. Booth had left without an explanation shortly after he had been handed the drawings and the weapon impressions. She didn't know if she had said something wrong or maybe done something wrong to upset him.
"Bren, hon, can we go out and have some fun?" Angela had appeared in her office doorway. Brennan sighed.
"Its late. I think I just want to go home." She told her friend.
"Are you sure? I mean we should talk." The artist asked.
"We should but I'm not in the mood. Go have some fun. Make sure you take wonder-boy with you." Brennan gave a weak smile.
"I think you mean 'the boy wonder' and I promise Jack will have fun." Angela's face lit up and she left her friend's office. Brennan watched as the rest of her crew walked out of the lab. She sat in silence for a few moments before hearing her cell phone ring.
"Brennan." She answered without looking at the caller ID.
"Hello, Dr. Brennan." A strange voice came over the line.
"Who is this?" She asked.
"The person who is going to prove your incompetence." The voice taunted.
"Excuse me, but do you know who you are talking to?" Brennan's anger began to rise. The person on the other end laughed.
"You don't know who I am but I'll make sure the world will know soon enough." The line went dead. Brennan looked at her phone. It said the call had come from a restricted number. Immediately, she called Booth.
To Be Continued…