Angela was pacing back and forth in her friend's office. She wasn't nervous or anything. She was excited. An hour before, Brennan had let slipped that Booth had taken her out the night before and now Angela wanted all the gory details. But Brennan had been called to an examination room where a newly recruited anthropologist had troubles analyzing some remains. Brennan had told Angela that she wouldn't be gone for long so Angela had decided to wait for her friend in her office.

Brennan finally came back.

"Finally! I've been waiting for you for like an hour." Angela said.

"I never said you had to wait for me."

She avoided eye contact. She knew too well what Angela was waiting for but she wasn't sure she wanted to talk about it. The previous night had been special. Booth had been really sweet to her and she had had a wonderful time with him but she wasn't sure if she wanted Angela to know. She felt like keeping this to herself. She wanted it to be her little secret. She hadn't planned on telling Angela that Booth had taken her out but it had slipped out. She guess she would now have to deal with her mistake.

"So what happened last night?"

"Nothing happened."

"But you said that Booth took you out. What did you guys do?"

"Nothing special. He took me the restaurant and then he dragged me to the movies. That's all."

"Awww how cute. What movie did you go see?"

"Does it really matter?"

Angela shrugged.

"Did he sleep over?" Angela asked, a wicked grin on her face.

"Yes but only because you asked him to."

Angela gave her an innocent expression.

"Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about." Brennan replied, laughing.

"I just didn't want anything to happen to you. I know how tough it must have been for you to hear what Booth told you. I'm really sorry. How are you feeling?"

"I don't know. I always thought that when I would learn that they had found my parents' remains I would be devastated, that I would completely lose it. But now, I don't know. I feel sad but knowing that Booth is working on the case makes me feel better. I guess having someone I know and trust on the case is what helps me deal with it. I wouldn't have felt as comfortable with the whole thing if strangers would have been working on this case. Do you know what I mean?"

Angela nodded.

"Yes I do and I know Booth won't rest until he finds the answers to all of your questions. How did your brother react when he found out?"

"That's the weird part. He didn't really react. He simply stared past Booth and I."

"What did he say?"

"Nothing."

Angela was about to say something when she was interrupted by knocks on Brennan's door. The two friends turned around.

"Well I'm gonna leave the two of you alone." Angela said.

Booth stepped aside to let Angela out of the office then walked in himself. Brennan told him to close the door. She didn't want to be bothered by an Angela eavesdropping or someone else barging in her office. Booth chuckled and walked up to her desk. He pushed aside some of the files crowding her desk and sat on now cleared corner.

Brennan could feel his eyes on her.

"Would you quit staring at me?" she asked him, nicely.

"No can do. You're too beautiful."

Brennan felt herself blush.

"I had fun last night." Booth told her.

She didn't look up. She pretended to be concentrating on the file in her hands. She didn't know what to tell him. She had fun too last night and she was glad that he had slept over, with her, in her room, heck in her bed, but she didn't want to tell him that. Telling him that would only acknowledge the fact that she was slowly falling in love with Booth and she didn't want that.

"Any new leads?" she asked him, changing the subject.

Booth sighed quietly before answering her. Why did she always change the subject when it came to personal matters?

"No but I'm trying to get hold of the detective who was investigating your parents' death fifteen years ago. Maybe he would have some information, some thoughts, or basically anything that I don't have. You wouldn't happen to remember his name, would you?"

"It was Howard, Hawthorne... something like that. I don't really remember."

"Thanks Bones, that helps a lot." He replied, sarcastically.

"Sorry. I just kinda blocked that episode out of my mind. I don't really remember much about the day when I got home and saw the police cars in front of my house, just parked there like they were waiting for someone to arrive."

"Must have been awful for you."

Brennan nodded.

"What are you working on?" Booth asked her.

"Nothing much. The local police brought in some bones yesterday. I'm off to analyze them, see what I can find out. They have no clue where they come from or who they belong to."

"Sounds like you've got work to do. I better be off then."

"How about you? What are your plans for today?"

"Well Hodgins called me and said he wanted to see me. New development on your parents' bones, I guess. Then I'll be heading back to my office. My boss wants to go over some cases with me or something like that. I'm not sure. He didn't tell me much. Do you want me to pick you up after work?"

"I can't. I'm meeting Russ tonight. He said that he needed to talk to me about something."

Booth laughed nervously.

"I'll see you later then."

Booth got up and was walking towards the door when the sound of her voice stopped him.

"Will you be at my apartment when I come home?"

Booth smiled before he turned around. He hadn't wanted her to see how her question had affected him. When he turned to face her, his face was serious.

"Only if you want me to be there."

"I do."

"What time are you planning on getting back to your house?"

"I don't know. Probably around seven or eight."

"Well I'm not waiting around for you in the hallway." He replied, smiling.

Brennan grabbed her purse and looked for her keys. When she finally found them, she took the one for her apartment off her key chain and threw it at Booth. He caught it.

"There. This way you'll be able to wait for me inside. Just don't forget to give it back to me tonight."

Brennan then turned her attention back to her file and Booth left her office. She never saw the huge smile that had been lighting his features.

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"What have you got for me Hodgins?" Booth asked the squint as he walked up to him.

"I analyzed the bones Brennan sent me the other day and found something quite interesting."

"What?"

"The bones were once buried."

"What do you mean the bones were once buried?"

Hodgins roller his eyes. Even though they had been working together for two years now, the two men still didn't get along. While Booth had the courtesy of at least being polite and showing respect, Hodgins didn't bother. As Hodgins roller his eyes, Booth took a deep breath.

Stay calm, he told himself.

"I found some soil residue on the bones, besides the plastic bag ones. So my theory is that the killer, who ever it is, buried the bones for a number of years and then unburied them, put them in a garbage bag and tossed it in the forest where you found them."

"But why would the killer do that?"

"That's for you to figure out." Hodgins replied as he walked away from Booth.

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She walked in the restaurant where she was supposed to be meeting her brother. She looked around for him but couldn't see him anywhere. Was he always this late? She was supposed to be meeting him at six. It was 6:10. She had been caught up in her work and she hadn't realized the time. She was never late. This was a first for her. Obviously her brother wasn't as punctual as she was.

He came running in around six twenty. He spotted his sister at a table and joined her. He apologized for being late, asked her how long she had been waiting for him and then asked if she was ready to order. He was starving.

"So why are you late?" she asked him after giving the waiter their orders.

"Something came up. I'm really sorry I was late though."

Silence fell between them. An awkward silence. They hadn't been together in fifteen years, there should have been a lot of stuff to talk about but somehow neither of them could find something to say.

"Maybe we should talk." Russ said, after what seemed like an eternity. "Listening to other people's conversation isn't the funniest thing in the world."

Temperance agreed.

"You said there was something you wanted to tell me about." She told her brother.

Russ nodded but instead asked her to tell him about her. What had she been doing these last fifteen years? Tempe knew he was stalling for time but she decided to answer his questions anyway. They talked about her work, her friends, her dull life. Russ mentioned Booth, asked her what he was to her. Tempe waved off the question and changed the subject. Russ had asked her again, not wanting to let go, and she had been forced to answer. She told him that he had been her partner for two years, that they didn't like each other at the beginning but ended getting along after a year or so, that he was a really good friend and that was all there was to it. Russ smiled at that last part but didn't say anything.

"How about you? What have you been doing?"

Russ told him about how he moved to California after the police had interviewed him, that he had settled in LA first but then had moved up to Berkeley. He told her he worked in a daycare and loved every minute of it, even though the kids could be a pain sometimes. He told her about Lucy, her ex-wife, how she had died recently and how it had affected him. Tempe just listened. She never stopped him to ask him questions like he had done. She discovered a side of her personality she didn't even know she had. She could be a talented listener when she put herself to it.

"It was harder on the kids though." Russ said.

"You have kids!"

The waiter took that particular moment to hand them their plates. They ate quietly for a while until Russ finally decided to answer her question.

"I have four, two girls and two boys. They are my life."

"How old are they?"

She didn't know why but she was having trouble picturing her brother as a father. Then memories of a particular Christmas flashed in her mind and the words "Christmas for his little sister", that Angela had told her a while ago, echoed in her head. Maybe it wasn't so spectacular that her brother had children.

"Bridget is thirteen, will finish grade 7 soon. She's my big girl, always there to take care of her brothers and sister. She's a really sweet kid. Then there's Corey. He's 9. He's my thrill-seeker, always attempting stunts with his friends, always outside playing sports. He's been playing soccer since he was 4. Really good at it, he is. That's his goal in life, to become a professional soccer player. He has the talent for it. Then there are the twins, Nathan and Elena. They are five, almost six. They're my angels. They never get in trouble, they are always quiet, always drawing or making crafty stuff. They're my artists."

Temperance found herself smiling as her brother told her about his kids. They seemed to be really sweet kids and she told him so.

"How about you? Do you have any children?" he asked, even though he knew the answer perfectly.

"No. No kids for me."

"Why not?"

"I don't want any."

"That's not normal for a woman."

"Yeah well I'm not your regular type of woman." She replied, forcing a smile.

They ate in silence for a little while. Russ was trying to figure out how he could ask his sister to take his children for the summer, knowing fully well by now that the idea of having children around her wasn't part of her plans for the future.

They finished their meal and ordered dessert and coffee. They had changed the subject of children and had begun to talk about the investigation of Lucy's death. By the time their dessert and their coffee arrived, Russ was ready to ask her about the favor.

"After Lucy's death, obviously, I got custody of the kids. But only being a daycare worker, I don't make a lot of money. I had to take up another job for the summer. This is the reason why I called you."

"To tell me you'd have to work two jobs?"

"No. Since I will be working two jobs, I won't be home very often. I already work from 8:00 to 5:00 at the day care and the other job would probably fill my evenings and week-ends. I felt bad sending the kids to a summer camp for the whole summer since they wouldn't even a chance to visit and I didn't want Bridget to have to babysit her little brothers and sister the whole summer either. I was just wondering if you could take them, just for the summer. Two months isn't that long. That way you would get a chance to know them better and they'd get the chance to know you too. What do you say?"

Temperance was speechless. She didn't know what to say. Was there even something to say? Her? Take care of children? What about her work? Wasn't Russ thinking about that? She had to work too. What would the kids be doing while she was at work?

"I know what you're thinking." Russ said. "Don't worry. I have everything figured out. I was going to send them to a daytime summer camp. That way you'd be able to go to work without having to worry about the kids being home alone. I'll pay for the camp, you don't have to worry about that. So, what do you say?"

Temperance looked up at her brother. He was giving her his puppy eyes, just like Booth did. She started to feel bad. If she said no, she knew what would happen. His brother wouldn't be able to take care of the kids and there was a chance they could get taken away from him. He'd work two jobs so he wouldn't be home and neighbors were bound to call social services. Bridget had just turned 13 but she wasn't old enough to take care of three young children every day, almost 24 hours a day.

Russ was still waiting for an answer. She opened her mouth to give it to him.