Her eyes were slowly closing shut. She was tired but she needed to finish writing her chapter. Her publisher was impatiently waiting for it and she had promised to send it to her by the end of the week. We were now Friday night and she wasn't done.

She looked at the time in the right bottom side of her computer. It was 10:00 pm. She yawned. Maybe she could manage to finish it tomorrow and maybe her publisher would just not notice that she still hadn't sent her the chapter she had promised. Just maybe.

She yawned once again. No, obviously, she wouldn't be able to finish tonight. She'd just go home, get a good night's sleep and come back here tomorrow morning to finish up. The lab would be empty, nobody would notice that she'll be here. She'll be able to work quietly with no one to bother her.

She saved the work she had done tonight on her computer and turned off her computer. She was putting some files in her bag when she heard her cell phone ring. She rummaged through her bag to find it but she just couldn't get her hands on it.

"What is this? The never-ending bag?" she asked herself.

When she finally got her hands on it the phone had stopped ringing.

"Great!" she told herself.

She pressed on a button and checked her caller ID. She swifted through it. She saw Angela's number a couple of times, Booth's cell phone number and even Zack's number when he had called her a couple of weeks ago while she was out in the field with Booth. She continued going through it until she reached the last called number who had called. She frowned. She didn't recognize the number. Odd. Who would call her at 10 pm?

Just then the phone rang in her hands once again. She picked it up.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hey Bones."

"Oh hey Booth. Did you just call me?"

"No why?"

"Oh because someone just called me and I don't know who it is. I checked the phone number on my caller ID but I don't recognize it."

"That's weird." Booth answered, suddenly worried but trying to hide it. "Who would call you at this time of night?"

"Beside you and Angela, I have no clue."

"Maybe it is her. You never know. She might be at some club and called you from a payphone."

"I doubt it. It seemed more like a long-distance. Anyway, why are you calling me, Booth?"

"Just felt like chatting."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'm actually serious."

"OK, so let's chat."

And Brennan sat back down at her desk.

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Booth was cleaning up his desk. He couldn't believe how much it was unorganized and wondered how he had let it get it this way. He hadn't been in his office much. He had spent the last three weeks pretty much out on the field with Bones and hadn't had the time to clean up. The files were piling up on his desk. Most of them were about cases that weren't going to involve Brennan so he left them there.

The phone rang while he was tidying up his drawer.

"Agent Booth." He said after picking up the phone.

He listened for a couple of seconds.

"I'm on it." He said before hanging up.

Minutes later, he was running down the FBI lobby and out to the parking lot. He got in his SUV and left for the Jeffersonian.

"How was your week-end?" Brennan asked her friend as she came in her office.

"Oh it was okay. James and I went to his parents' house."

"So you met the parents? Wow! This must be getting serious."

"Ya, I guess." Angela replied.

She and James had been dating for three months, which has been the longest relationship for her. She wasn't sure she had been ready to take the giant step she had taken this week-end but there wasn't much she could do about it now.

"What did you do this week-end?"

"Oh nothing much. I worked on my novel. I was finally able to send it to my publisher yesterday."

"That's all you did?"

"Yes."

Angela looked at her friend and smiled apologetically. She couldn't believe how Brennan could lead such a boring life. If only she could let herself get close to Booth, at least she would have something to spice up her life a little.

As if sensing her thoughts, Brennan looked up at her friend and smiled.

"Am I interrupting anything?"

The voice startled them. Angela turned around and Brennan tried to look past her friend to see who was standing at the door.

"We have a case." He simply told her.

In a flash Brennan was on her feet and ready to go.

"Booth where are we going?"

"Westminster, Maryland, ma'am."

"Why are we going to Westminster, Maryland?" Brennan asked, suddenly feeling nervous.

"It's simple, Bones. Bones were found in a wood a little outside of Westminster. According to the local police they look pretty old. We won't be there for a long time. The police just needs you to pull a quick ID and we're out of there."

Bones nodded.

"Are you okay?" Booth asked, concerned.

"Ya. I'm fine."

Brennan turned and looked out the window. No she wasn't fine. Westminster was her hometown.

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They pulled into the parking lot of a very nice house around 1:00 pm. Several police cars were already parked in front of the house. Booth and Brennan got out and were immediately blinded by the sun shinning brightly.

Booth walked up to the a cop and flashed his badge. The cop nodded and lifted the yellow band and let them through. A man came towards them.

"Hi. I'm Agent Wardon from the Westminster Police. You must be Special Agent Booth. And this is?"

"Temperance Brennan. She's my partner."

"FBI?"

"No. Head forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian Lab in Washington, DC."

"Pleasure to meet you." Agent Wardon said, holding out his hand.

But Brennan didn't move. Booth casted her a glance and smiled.

Agent Wardon dropped his hand and cleared his throat.

"I'll show you to the bones." He told them.

He lead them to the backyard of the house. Brennan felt uneasy. She had a feeling she had been here before but couldn't remember when. The house didn't seem familiar but the area obviously did. The trees, the smell and even the swing pending from the tree at the other end of the lawn all seemed familiar to her.

Booth turned to look at his partner. Something was bothering her, he could tell. She was too quiet and kept looking around like she was trying to remember where she had seen something.

Bones felt the pair of eyes on her and turned around. Before he could say anything, she told him she was fine. And he didn't push it.

They followed Agent Wardon to the end of the property and into a small forest. The cop lead them further and further into the wood, so much that they couldn't see the house anymore. Finally he stopped and pointed to the ground. They both looked at the ground. A garbage bag was open and Brennan could see bones coming out of it.

Brennan crouched down, took out the remains and examined them.

"So? What is your diagnostic?" Agent Wardon asked her.

"I can't say much at the moment. From what I see there are too many bones for one human body. I'd say there we are dealing with at least two bodies, maybe even three. But there's just one thing I don't understand."

"What is it?" Booth asked.

"Well the bones seem pretty old but the garbage bag looks brand-new."

Brennan looked up at her partner and she could see that he was as confused as she was.

"So what does that mean?" Agent Wardon asked.

"I don't know. That's what we'll need to find out."

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Bones scattered the bones across her table. This would take her all night, maybe even more. She had promised Agent Wardon that she'd be able to give her an ID by Thursday. It gave her three days to find out who the person on her table was.

She had been working for about an hour when Booth walked in the chamber. She didn't look up from her table.

"Where are you up to?" he asked her.

"I'm almost done sorting through the bones. I'm separating them into two piles. Person A and Person B."

"You still think there are two people in there?"

"Booth, how many people do you know that have four hands?"

Booth looked down at the table. Four hands were lined up side-by-side. She had to be right.

"So far, do you have any idea if we're dealing with two men, two women or one man and a woman?"

"Zack is doing an autopsy on the skulls to figure that out. My gut feeling is that we have here a woman and a man but then again..."

Her mouth dropped as she looked at the bones she was holding in her hands.

"What?"

"Booth, do you know what this is?"

"No."

"This is a rib."

"OK... and?"

"Well it doesn't belong to any of the victims."

"What do you mean?"

"This proves my gut feeling. There is at least one woman in there and she was pregnant."

"Whoa what?"

"And by the looks of it I'd say that she was about six months pregnant."

Brennan looked up at Booth and she could see by the tension in his jaw that he was controlling himself. Anger was raging inside of him she could see it. Booth looked at the tiny rib she was holding in her hand.

"Put your heart in a box, Booth. It'll help."

"I'm not capable of doing that, Bones. Maybe you are but I'm not."

Brennan looked back down at her table and placed the rib beside the two piles.

"I've been meaning to ask you. Were you okay today? You seemed nervous when we were in Westminster."

Brennan sighed. She looked up from her table once again and turned to look at her friend. She stared in his eyes and felt her heart racing faster. Booth searched for the truth in her eyes but couldn't find it. She would have to speak this time.

"I was born and raised in Westminster."

Booth blinked rapidly. No wonder she had seem so tensed and uneasy. It must have been hard for her to be back in her hometown. She had tried so hard to forget her childhood, to forget her parents and today she had had to go back to all of that. Every house, every tree must have been whispering to her her life story.

"I'm sorry I took you there."

"Hey don't worry about it. I'm fine now."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure."

Brennan smiled at him and he smiled back. Then he turned serious once again.

"Did you realize that the remains there could belong to someone you once knew?"

"I'm really well aware of that Booth because you see, the more I look at the bones, the more it confirms what I first thought when I saw them. These people, whoever they are, have been dead for at least 15 years."