Ok, so I thought long and hard about what would happen when Booth and Brennan wake. I decided that they wouldn't go all crazy or nothing. But I can assure you, that they will talk about it later on.

Slowly Special Agent Seeley Booth's mind sparked into reality. Only a few wisps of his dream remain on his thoughts. A soft sigh escaped his lips. Never could he remember such a restful night's sleep. A nightmare that was brushed away, and a calm, joyful dream took its place. Booth took a deep breath, and pulled the mass of warmth tight against him. A smile tugged at his lips. A wonderful dream, he thought. Why would I wake up from it? Good question. Something had awakened him, but what? Booth drew his brow together. What woke me up? There it was again. That's what woke me up. But what is it? Booth let out a low growl as he realized what it was. He wasn't sure when he had put his cell phone on vibrate only, but now it was shaking violently in it's holster. Without opening his eyes, he reached for his phone and flipped it open. "Booth." His throat was dry and his voice rough.

"You plan on coming into work anytime soon?" Weasley asked on the other end.

"What time is it?" Booth asked.

"8:46 in the morning." Eyes still closed, he snapped his phone shut. Booth felt something move beside him and heard a gentle sigh, and his lips turned back up in a smile. 8:46, he thought. In the morning! His eyes shot open and he lifted his head off the couch. His glaze landed on a mass of reddish-brown hair. Booth closed his eyes tight and the opened them again, making sure they weren't playing tricks.

"Bones," he said quietly, slightly shaking his shoulder. "Bones," he tried again. Booth gave a wide yawn before trying a thrid time. "Temperance, wake up." He heard Brennan take in a sharp breath. He knew the moment she came awake because her body went stiff.

"Booth, let go," she said as she struggled against his grip. Booth let his arm fall away, unaware that he was holding her so tight. Brennan sat up, already she could feel her checks turning a light shade of red. "What time is it?" she asked as she stood up. Booth watched as she stretched her arms up then run her fingers through her hair.

"8:50," he answered. Brennan's head whipped around.

"In the morning? Great." Her thoughts were interrupted when a shrill sound filled the room. Brennan hurried over to the kitchen counter and picked up her phone. "Brennan."

"Sweetie, where are you?" Angela asked, concern in her voice. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Ange. Just over slept."

"Any orange juice?" Booth whispered. Brennan shook her head no.

"Is that Booth?"

"I'll be there in about an hour." Brennan closed her phone before Angela could ask any more questions. "Thanks a lot, Booth. Now I'll have to explain things to Angela." Booth grinned at her.

"Adds a little spice to life, Bones."

"Don't you have someplace to be?" Brennan asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"Yeah, it's called a shower." Booth rubbed the back of his neck to try to work out the kinks. "I'll drop by tonight," he said, and Brennan nodded and followed him to the door. "Oh, by the way, thanks." Brennan drew her brows together.

"Thanks for what?" Booth smiled at her, then lend down and kissed her cheek.

"For a good night sleep." Brennan smiled shyly, her face a deeper red now. Booth only chuckled before leaving her with her own thoughts.

Temperance Brennan sat at her desk searching through pages of findings. "Brennan," Hodgins said, coming into her office.

"Hey, Jack, what's up?" Hodgins looked around quickly before closing the door.

"Booth isn't here?"

"Not last time I checked, why?" Hodgins drew in a deep breath.

"I was finally able to in touch with a few other buddies of mine. They tell me that there isn't an Agent Weasley with the FBI." Brennan shook her head.

"How can that be?"

"All I know is that this buddy says that as far as he's concerned Weasley isn't real."

"But Booth has a folder on her. Has her case history."

"Things like that can be forged."

"But why?"

"Because of this Whitman case."

"I wonder what is so important about this case." Hodgins handed her a folder.

"What's important is that those bones aren't the kid."

"But Angela."

"Listen to me," he said, cutting her off. "I know that her picture matches the photo of him, but that's not him either."

"I'm not sure I follow."

"Whoever the Whitman family was passing off as Jeremy wasn't their son. At least not by blood."

"How do you know?"

"Medical records."

"Hodgins, that's classified. Where did you get it?"

"Don't ask, Brennan. Just know that the handprint on the birth record that was hidden away, doesn't match the recent fingerprints done at an ID-Kid thing." Brennan shook her head.

"This doesn't make any sense what so ever. If the kid in the picture isn't Jeremy, then who is he? And where is Jeremy?"

"That's not my job," Hodgins said. "That's for you and Booth to find out."

"You have to trust me, Booth," Agent Diana Weasley said.

"I don't have to do anything." Weasley released a frustrated breath.

"Like it or not, we're partners. You have to tell me what you know about our case."

"You know all that you need to know. If you've forgotten, I'm senior agent here. I have the right to with hold information from you if I so feel like it." Booth didn't have time for this. He had too many lends to track down, and he had to make it over to see the squints.

"Is this how you treat all your partners?" Weasley asked.

"I don't keep anything from Brennan when it has to do with a case."

"Brennan isn't your partner, Booth. The sooner you realize that the sooner this will work!"

"We've been over this, Weasley, and I don't except to talk about it again. So if you have something about the Whitman case to tell me, then get talking. If not, I have too much stuff to do."

"Fine," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Mrs. Jones says that she remembers Jeremy talking to a man the day he went missing."

"Could she describe him?"

"Tall, with black hair and a slight limp when he walked. Looked to be about late thirties."

"She sure does remember a lot about this guy."

"Yeah, she said that she saw him for about three weeks. He would talk with Jeremy on his way home from school. Jeremy never seemed scared of him, until the day he went missing."

"Grab an artist and see if Mrs. Jones can give you enough to get a sketch." Weasley nodded, and then left. Why would Jeremy be talking to some guy on the street? Booth thought over the case as he walked down the hall. And who was this unknown man? Could this be the man that took the boy? His thoughts were interrupted by his phone. "Booth."

"We need to talk," Brennan said.

"Bones, I'm kinda busy right now. Can this wait until tonight?"

"No." Booth sighed. He knew it had to be important just by her voice.

"Ok, I'm heading that way now."

"What have you've got, Bones?" Booth asked, as he walked into the lab.

"My office," she answered in a short voice. She grabbed his arm and began to pull him along.

"Not that I don't enjoy being ordered around by you, Bones," Booth said as they passed by the squints. "But a simple 'follow me' would have worked." Brennan pulled him into her office and shut the door.

"This is important, Booth. Hodgins found some information I thought you should see." Brennan picked up a folder from her desk and handed it to him. She stood and watched him in silence as he read what Hodgins had told her earlier.

"Where did he get this?" Brennan shrugged.

"He said not to ask, and I didn't." Booth sunk down in a chair.

"If the bones aren't Jeremy, and the boy in the photo isn't Jeremy, then where's Jeremy?"

"And who's the boy we do have?" They both looked at each other. "Can we go talk to the parents?" Booth shook his head.

"No, not yet. I want a little more information. There has to be something out there. Thanks, Bones." He stood and started to the door. "Good work, Hodgins," he called holding up the folder as he walked through the lab.

"No problem."

I'm already working on chapter 13. So if all goes well, look for it today or tomorrow. but do'nt hold me to that.

TBC