Chapter 12

Monday Morning around 10 a.m.

Booth walked into the Medico-Legal Lab with his usually smile hidden away somewhere. He hadn't spoken to Brennan after their fight on Friday. Parker hadn't seemed to notice that he was in a bad mood and at least that was some consolation. The two had had fun at the playground and Parker had been thrilled to learn how to ride his bike but no matter what Booth did he couldn't get his mind off of Temperance. In fact, he felt that the three of them would've had fun this weekend.

Brennan looked up from the new Civil War body that they had been asked to identify. Well not new, just new for them. She saw the FBI Agent walking in with a stack of files. She felt guilty about what had happened and now she wasn't sure how to act. Angela had listened intently on Friday and told her that the only way to fix what she had done was to apologize. However, Brennan had her doubts that it would be that easy. The forensic anthropologist wasn't thrilled that her emotions had broken through the solid brick walls she had built and she hadn't wanted to sound like she was the only one who cared about catching the killer. The fact of the matter was that she wasn't the only one who cared and she was sure that Booth had probably been offended. Way to be a complete idiot, she scolded herself.

The FBI Agent scanned himself into the lab's platform and walked up to Brennan and the rest of squints.

"Well I guess I'm going to interrupt your Civil War guy again." He said.

"Has another body been found?" Brennan asked, both of them acting as if everything was normal.

"No, but I have ten more suspects to run and Cullen says if we don't find any more evidence or get any good leads that the case will be put back on the shelf. There are more cases to be solved and we can't keep focusing on this one." Booth explained.

"Oh." Came the simple answer from Brennan.

"I just thought you'd want to come with me, is all." Booth said.

"I think Angela, Zach, and Hodgins can handle this ID." She replied. Then turning to her team, she said,

"Call me on my cell phone if you guys get anything good about our soldier."

"Yes, Dr. Brennan." Zach answered, a smile pasted on his face. At this Hodgins coughed,

"Suck up." The good doctor ignored the entomologists comment and headed down the platform with Booth.

Brennan hopped into the SUV and waited for Booth to get in and start it up. She didn't know if she should apologize now or wait until later. Then again later might not be so good either. While she debated internally, Booth climbed into the vehicle and just sat there. It took a few minutes for Brennan to realize the SUV wasn't moving.

"Booth don't we have to…" she didn't get a chance to finish her sentence. The FBI Agent put an index finger to her lips.

"Before you say anything, there is something I have to tell you." He said. Brennan opened her mouth and again he stopped her. Only this time it wasn't with his finger. Their lips met and once again the world around them disappeared. It was a good thing that they were sitting down because Brennan knees went weak and she would have fallen down. When they separated, both could barely breathe.

A few minutes later, Brennan turned back to Booth. There was a slight smile on his face and he moved his head towards her.

"I wanted to apologize for my behavior Friday. I'm not the only one that cares about the case or my mother for that matter." She said.

"No, you aren't but we have to work out something so that we don't do this again. I don't want to fight." Booth was slowly getting his smile back.

"Me neither." She said.

"Promise me after the case we'll work on it?" The FBI Agent asked.

"I promise." A smile crossed her face as he fired up the vehicle and they left the parking lot.

WWWWWWWWWWW

"Well Mr. Webster according to the file you work for Do-It-Yourself Demolition and are scheduled to knock down the empty apartment building. The only problem with that is someone found a body." Booth grilled the third person they'd talked to today. The other two had not known anything about the body and had had solid alibis.

"I don't know anything about that body." He said. Mr. Webster was a short man and Booth knew that he could easily intimidate him.

"Uh-huh and the fact that you are the boss of site means you didn't know anything. Why don't I believe that?" The FBI Agent asked.

"I don't, I swear!" Webster was obviously getting upset.

"You know I'm willing to bet that you were an accomplice to the whole thing. You know that carries a hefty prison sentence. Of course a guy like you wouldn't last too long in prison." Booth got in his face.

"I had no part of it!" Again Webster shouted.

"Then tell me who was!" Booth yelled. At that moment, Mr. Webster clammed up.

To Be Continued…