A/N: I have had this written since Thursday night. And, of course, I couldn't log in to post. It's been driving my CRAZY since I have the next chapter ready to go as well. I hope that you all enjoy.

"What do you mean, the bones may not be Jeremy Whitman?" Booth looked at his boss. Cullen sat at his desk, hands folded in front of him. His eyes were narrowed.

"There are just too many 'facts'. Nothing matches. According to Ms. Montengro, the boy in the picture that the parents supplied us with, isn't Jeremy based on height. That's a fact if Jeremy was killed close to the time that he went missing. If somebody kept him alive, then he would have had a chance to grow taller. Montengro also did a sketch from the skull. The sketch is the boy we know as Jeremy."

"Ok," Cullen replied. "So somebody kidnapped Jeremy and kept him alive. That has been known to happen, Agent Booth." Booth nodded as he continued to pace back and forth in front of Cullen's desk.

"Fully aware of that, Director. However, an…informant of mine,"-the last thing he needed was for Cullen to learn that a member of Brennan's team was a conspiracy junkie, doing illegal digging in files that the FBI couldn't get into- "was able to track down some very interesting information."

"And what has this informant found out?"

"That the fingerprints taken from Jeremy's baby handprint doesn't match the fingerprints on file from a ID-Kid fair from two years ago."

"There could be a mix up," Cullen pointed out.

"The whole point of the ID-Kid program is to help find children. They don't make mistakes. I've already talked to them and seen their process." Booth stopped pacing and turned to face Cullen. "The Jeremy that Mrs. Whitman gave birth to is not the Jeremy that we are looking for."

"Then what happened to the first Jeremy?"

"I don't know, sir."

"Go back, Booth, to before the Whitman family moved here. Check every record you can find."

"Right." Booth turned and started toward the door.

"Oh, and Agent Booth, tell your partner and her team good work." Booth closed his eyes for a moment, before giving a court nod and leaving the office.

Booth had Agent Wally Kent begin the background look into the Whitman's past. "What am I looking for?" Kent asked.

"Anything and everything," was Booth's answer. Agent Kent gave him one last look before setting out. Booth had watched him go, before heading out of the FBI headquarter building. It was already 9:02 PM and he still had to stop by Brennan's before heading home. He doubted that she would be open to him sleeping over two nights in a row. Although I sure did sleep good, he thought. And it wasn't like he had planed on falling asleep. It was just the effect of being up so earlier, paired with being full and having a beer in him. Her couch was so soft, and having her unexpectedly turn and lean against had just lured him into sleep. A peaceful sleep filled with warm sunshine and butterflies instead of monsters and death. Booth smiled. Yes, having Brennan curled up next to him was something he knew he could get use too. But I don't need to get use to that, he scolded. She's my partner. She's more than that, a voice said. Booth nodded. "She's my best friend," he said out loud, knowing that it was true.

Dr. Temperance Brennan sat at her desk in front of her laptop. Ever since Booth had left to look into the information she had relayed to him, she had been busy trying to come up with anything on the Whitman family and Jeremy. Unfortunately, she didn't have the slightest idea as to where to begin. She wasn't a skill detective like Booth nor a scheme thinker like Hodgins. Hell, she didn't even know as much about the internet as Angela, but she still felt like she had to do something. She hated just sitting around twiddling her thumbs. There has to be something I missed on the bones, she thought. She quickly shut down her computer and left her office. The lab was quiet. Everybody else had left hours ago, leaving her to her own thoughts. The bones, now labeled 'unknown 1979' were laid out on the table in the middle of the lab. Brennan had refused to allow the bones to be put away. She knew that they held a secret that they weren't ready to give up. Brennan pulled on a pair of latex gloves with a snap, and then reached for the skull. "If only you could talk," she said to it, as she carefully turned it over in her hands. Her gloved fingers gently sliding over the lines of the hard, smooth surface. Suddenly, something caught her attention. She brought the skull closer to her face, her eyes straining to see. She reached over and grabbed a flashlight off a nearby table. A smile came to her lips. "Gottcha."

Booth knocked on Brennan's door at 9:49 PM. As he waited for it to open, he began to think back over the pass few days and something came to the front of his thoughts, and he smiled. When Brennan opened the door he asked, "Have you ever been mountain climbing?"

"What?" Booth laughed as he walked in.

"Our game of 20 questions, remember? We never finished it. So, have you ever been mountain climbing?" Brennan shook her head as she closed the door.

"I don't think this is really the time for games, Booth."

"Oh, and why not? I need something else to think about other than work. Come on," he pleaded.

"Alright. Yes, I have been."

"Did you enjoy it?" Brennan smiled and waved a finger in front of him.

"That's two questions."

"Got me there." Booth sniffed the air. "Are you cooking something?"

"Yes, I thought you would be hungry when you stopped by." He took off his suit coat and rolled up his sleeves. Brennan noticed that his tie had already been discarded.

"Smells great, what are you cooking?" She smiled up at him.

"Homemade pizza," she said, happily.

"Homemade pizza?" Booth asked. "Didn't know you had it in you." Brennan smiled even wider, and started off toward the kitchen.

"You'll be amazed," she tossed over her shoulder. She bent down and looked through the oven door. "Should be ready in another minute or two." She stood back up and turned toward him. "So did you find anything new?" Booth shook his head no, and sat down at her dinette table.

"Not yet. But I have some people working on it. Hopefully we should know something by morning."

"Good," she said. "I found something that could help us out."

"You going to tell me?" A beep from the oven caused her to turn and grab the oven mitts then opened the oven and pulled out a pan. "Man that smells good."

"You've said that," she teased. "We'll just let it cool for a minute. Anyhow, I found a small piece of a tooth."

"A tooth? How did you and boy genius miss it?"

"I don't know, Booth. I was looking over the bones again, and almost missed it again. It's a piece of the root and it was from a molar. So it was way back in the back and buried in the jaw."

"Enough to get DNA?" Brennan nodded.

"Already spent it off, top priority."

"Good work, Bones."

"Maybe," she replied. Brennan cut the pizza into small bits, and then placed two slices each on the plates she had taken out. "We might have DNA from the bones, but do we have anything to match it to?" She placed one plate in front of him, before sitting down.

"According to the records, there's supposed to be a simple of hair in the evident box."

"Suppose to be?" Booth nodded his head as he took a bite of pizza.

"Man, Bones, this is good." He took another bite before answering. "Yeah, suppose to be. As in there should be but there isn't."

"Great, so what do we do now?"

"I have another agent looking into everything about the Whitman's past. What they did and who they were before moving here. Since Hodgins found that buried birth record, we have someplace to begin. Alabama. And I had Weasley take a sketch artist over to Mrs. Jones to see if we can get some idea as to what the mystery man looks like."

"Then maybe we can figure out what he wanted from Jeremy," Brennan finished his thoughts. "Booth, if there are two Jeremy's then how come nobody remember two boys? Everything points to the Whitman family only having one child, right?"

"I don't know, Bones," he said, standing. "Can I get more?" Brennan had to smile at the childlike look on her partners face.

"Eat all you want," she said. Booth grabbed two more slices and returned to his seat. "So really what we have," she began. "Is two boys, both which are missing, and a mystery man."

"And an agent that doesn't exist."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about Weasley," Brennan said, wrinkling up her nose at the thought.

"How can you forget about her, Bones? She's making my life a living nightmare."

"I'm sure it's not all that bad." Brennan stood up, and carried her plate to the sink, before going to the refrigerator. "Up for something new?" she asked over her shoulder. Booth gave her a sideways glance, but nodded.

"Sure, why not. Wha'cha got?" Brennan pulled two bottles out, shut the door and turned back to Booth and handled him a bottle. He turned the bottle in his hand and read the label - 'Twisted IV Watermelon' Booth drew his brows together. "What is this?"

"Picked them up on my way home," she told him, taking her seat again. "I thought they looked…interesting. And I like watermelon." She opened her bottle and took a drink.

"Watermelon flavored…beer? Doesn't really sound…what's the word…good." Brennan rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and shook her head.

"Come on, Booth. You said that you would try it." He let out a deep breath, then opened his bottle. He gave it a quick sniff, then brought his lips and tipped it back.

"Can I have a real beer now? Please?" Brennan laughed.

"Sure, if you're going to be that way about it."

"I am, Bones. Some things just shouldn't be messed around with. Beer is one of them." Brennan watched as Booth got up and got himself a beer. Then he got the last two pieces of pizza and sat back down.

"So, Booth, tell me, what do you like to eat that other people consider weird?"

"What kind of dinner conversation is that?" he asked around mouthfuls.

"You're the one that brought back up our game."

"Oh, yeah. Well, believe it or not, I picked up the taste for fried green tomatoes while I was working a case down in Georgia once." Brennan pulled a face at the thought.

"Yuck."

"Yeah, that's what I said too, the first time I heard about them. But the agent I was working with was from down there and he dared me. So I ate one. Then two, and by my third one, I was hooked. You need to try them one day." Brennan shook her head.

"No, that's okay." She threw her balled up napkin at him when he began to laugh.

"What's the craziest thing that you've ever done, Bones?"

"Umm." Brennan put her elbows on the table, laced her fingers together and rested her chin on her hands. Booth watched as she screwed her mouth up to one side thinking. "The craziest thing?" she repeated softly. She dropped her eyes to the table, and after a minute of silence, she began to smile.

"Good memory?" Booth asked. Brennan looked up at him. He had finished eating and now sat back in his chair. Turned so that one arm was draped over the back.

"Guess you could say that," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. A look that Booth wasn't use to seeing.

"You going to share?"

"The craziest thing I've ever done was the night I went skinny dipping." Booth coughed on his beer.

"You? Skinny dipping?" Brennan smiled.

"Yeah. I was, what, 16."

"I don't believe it, Bones," Booth said, shaking his head.

"It's true," she answered. Booths lips curled up in an evil grin.

"You got pictures?"

"Certainly not!"

Ok, so there you have it. Brennan has gone skinny dippin'. LOL! I just couldn't resit. Hurry...review this chapter and then go on to the next chapter.