AN: Of course I wasn't going to let you guys wait for ever for the next chapter. Here it is! By the way, for those who saw last night's episode (The Man on the Fairway), so for the ones who saw the names of Tempe's parents, I am not going to change the names in my story. So they will still be named James and Paulina and not Matt and... I didn't see her mother's name. Just wanted to let you know and have fun reading! By the way, for Chapter 9, it will explain itself at the end of the story.

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Booth parked his SUV in the driveway of 44 White Street a little after eleven. As he got out, Booth examined his surroundings. He now remembered the house pretty well. It was small and white. There was a garden in front of it and a huge tree on the front lawn, so huge that the sun was blocked. It casted his enormous shadow over the driveway.

Booth slowly walked up the driveway. Everything was quiet and the house looked empty. He climbed the stairs and stepped on the porch. He rang the doorbell and waited. Birds starting chirping. He rang again.

The faint sound of footsteps reached his ears. A few seconds later the door opened. A pale woman with dark circles under her eyes stared back at him. It looked like she hadn't slept in days.

"Brenda Prescott?" he asked.

The woman nodded.

"Special Agent Seeley Booth. FBI." Booth said as he flashed his badge. "Can I come in? I have a couple of questions to ask you on James and Paulina Brennan."

At the names of her former employers, Brenda's face changed. She seemed to consider whether or not she would let the Special Agent in. It took her a few seconds to decide but she must have thought that it would be safe because she opened the door a little wider and moved back to let him in. Booth stepped in the house and Brenda closed the door.

The inside was a complete mess. The entrance was cleared but as they stepped in the living room, Booth was amazed at how dirty it was. Glasses and plates were piled on the coffee table in front of the couch, clothes were scattered everywhere across the room and books were spread on the floor.

Booth tried not to step on anything as he made his way to the couch. Brenda didn't seem to notice. She sat in the comforter beside the couch.

"So you wanted to talk to me about James and Paulina?" she asked.

Booth was surprised at her tone of voice. She seemed to be in a hurry to get it over with.

"Yes. I'm the new agent investigating the disappearance of the Brennans. Their remains were discovered a few days ago in a wood just outside of Westminster. The former officer in the investigation mentioned you to me earlier this week and I thought I'd stop by and ask a few questions."

"Alright but I don't know what else to tell you."

"I interviewed Russ and Temperance Brennan a few days ago and they told me their side of the story. They told me you had been their nanny. Is that correct?"

"Yes, up 'til Russ was 15 and little Temperance was 11. They were like my children. I raised them. Paulina loved them but she was too busy with her job to take care of them properly."

"This didn't seem to be the opinion of the children."

"It's my opinion. They might just be denying the fact that their mother was never around because she's dead now and they feel ashamed to be thinking that way."

"It's possible. Mrs Prescott..."

"Ms. Prescott." Brenda interrupted him.

"Sorry. Ms. Prescott, how did you feel after the Brennans told you they wouldn't be needing you anymore?"

"I was sad and I must admit, a little angry too. But, it wasn't my decision so I packed my bags and left. I went to live with a friend until I found this house. I've been living here ever since."

"The day James and Paulina disappeared, they apparently got a call from you. Why is that?"

"I had called a couple of weeks before, begging them to let me come back to live with them. I had talked to Paulina. We talked for maybe an hour or two. She told me she was pregnant and she had doubts on whether or not she would be able to raise her baby on her own. I asked her once again to let me help her. She said she'd think about it."

Brenda paused for a second before she continued.

"I'm guessing she told James about it and that he said that they weren't going to need me, that she would be able to take care of the baby herself. I called about once a week and always spoke to Paulina. We even went out for lunch one day."

"What I want to know is why you called them on the day they disappeared."

Brenda hesitated before answering.

"I had been to the doctor's the previous day and he had given me a prescription for anti-depressants. I was already treated for a sleeping disorder but the doctor said that anti-depressants would work better on me."

"Did you know you suffered from depression?"

"I felt sad but I didn't know why. My reasons for living were Tempe and Russie but I wasn't aloud to see them. I didn't really have a reason for living, you know?"

"Was that the only reason, Ms. Prescott?"

She hesitated once again.

"No."

Booth nodded. He decided to change the subject for now. By going back and forth in the story he was hoping that Brenda would make a mistake, that she would change her information. So far she was doing great, unfortunately for him.

"Temperance and Russ told me that one day they slept over here. When they woke up the next morning, you told them that you couldn't see them anymore, that they belonged with their family. What happened?"

Brenda sighed.

"When I was twelve or thirteen, I got really sick. I had a some sort of infection and the doctors told me that because of that, I wouldn't be able to have children. I never bothered for protection after that whenever I had a lover. The night when Tempe and Russie stayed over, I learned that I was pregnant. I was so happy that I didn't want anybody to know. That's why I shut them off of my life."

Booth told himself that it didn't make any sense but didn't say anything.

"A couple of months later, I lost the baby. I went into false labor at only five months pregnant and the baby wasn't old enough to survive."

"That's what started your depression."

"Yes."

Booth nodded again. He wrote something down on the notepad he had taken out at the beginning of the interview then looked back at Brenda.

"You never finished telling me why you had called the Brennans the day they disappeared."

"I actually called to talk to Paulina but James was the one who picked up. I asked for his wife but he told me that she couldn't come to the phone at the moment. He told me to stop calling, that Paulina was capable of taking care of her baby and that they would be fine. I guess he heard me sobbing because he apologized and told me that after Paulina's doctor appointment, they would stop by my place."

The rest Booth knew and he told her so. She wouldn't need to tell him what happened.

"One last question, Ms. Prescott. You wouldn't happen to know a man named Don Edwards, would you?"

"Don and I were lovers once. Not long, just for a couple of months. But I haven't seen him in years."

"So you knew he was in love with Paulina?"

"Yes. She mentioned it to me a few times. He got over her, I guess."

"Do you think he would be capable of murder?"

"I hardly doubt it. Don was the sweetest person you could find."

"Thank you." Booth said as he got up.

Then, suddenly, his conversation with Hodgins from two days before came back to him.

"I found some soil residue on the bones, besides the plastic bag ones... the killer, who ever it is, buried the bones... and then unburied them." Hodgins had said.

Then, out of gut feeling, he asked one more question to Brenda.

"Would you mind giving me a tour of your house?"

Brenda looked like she was going to say no but instead she agreed. Booth followed her around the house. They went upstairs first and she showed him the bathroom, then the bedroom which she called Tempe and Russ' room. As Booth stepped in that room, a cold chill ran down his spine without him knowing why. The room was colder than the rest of the house. He couldn't understand why. There seemed to be no air conditioning in the house, the windows were closed and it was pretty warm outside.

He didn't have time to wonder more because Brenda was ushering him back into the hallway and into the master bedroom. This room was a little bit more warmer, a soft breeze came in through the open windows. There were no more rooms upstairs so they went back downstairs. She stopped by a door, told him that down the stairs was the basement but it was pretty much only a cold storage room and a small living room, nothing interesting.

She then brought him to the kitchen. As Booth looked around, something in the backyard caught his attention. At the far back of the yard Booth could see a patch of soil with no grass on it. Someone had dig her a hole there before. He turned to Brenda who was looking at him quizzically.

"Did you bury something in your backyard, Ms. Prescott?"

He thought he had seen some kind of expression pass over her face but it hadn't lasted long and he wondered if his imagination wasn't playing tricks on him.

"My dog died a couple of weeks ago. He was very old. He got sick over the winter and never recovered. I didn't know what to do with him so I buried him in the backyard."

Booth nodded but he wasn't entirely convinced. Something told him that the woman was lying. She had avoided eye contact when she had answered him.

Booth thanked the woman for her time and her tour and said that he should get on his way. Brenda walked him back to the door.

On his way, a picture frame caught his attention. On the picture was Brenda sitting on a chair, a dog on her lap. He felt his heart drop. So it had been true.

Booth thanked her once again and walked to his SUV. Brenda watched him leave and once he was out of sight, she closed the door. She sighed deeply and went up to her room. She walked to the bathroom, opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of aspirin. She had a headache. She took two then went to lie down on her bed.