Ok, so this chapter helps to move things along a little. It also has a lot of thought in it. Thought as in a lot of what Booth is thinking. I tried to make it easy to read by splitting it up. So I hope I don't confuse you to much.

A/N:This was SUPPOSE to be up on Sunday...but it wasn't due to Technical Difficulties.

"Mrs. Whitman?" The woman that answered the door nodded yes. "I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth with the FBI," Booth said, flashing his badge. "This is Agent Diana Weasley. May we have a moment of your time?" The woman carefully looked both agents up and down.

"You have something new about Jeremy?" she asked, opening the door wider.

"We just need to ask you a few questions." The woman gestured for them to enter.

"Paul and I answered so many questions when he went missing."

"We are aware of that," Weasley said. "Agent Booth and I are just trying to see how certain things fit together.

"Please, have a seat," Mrs. Whitman said, as she led them into the living room. "Can I get either of you anything?"

"No, ma'am, we're fine," Booth answered. She nodded, and then sat down in a chair facing the two agents. She sat poised on the edge, with her arms wrapped around her stomach. "Mrs. Whitman, we have reason to believe that Jeremy was talking with a man for about three weeks before he went missing." Booth pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to the woman. "Have you ever seen this man?" Mrs. Whitman took the picture and stared at it for a long moment. Searching her mind, but finally shook her head no.

"No, I'm sorry, Agent Booth, I've never seen him." She handed it back.

"Mrs. Whitman," Weasley began. "Where's your husband?" The two agents watched as she swiped her hand over her forehead.

"Paul's at work," she answered. "His company is planning a big merger, so everybody is working a lot of overtime."

"Was Jeremy acting strange before he went missing?" Booth asked.

"It's been so long," Mrs. Whitman said, with a slight shake of her head. "He was your typical teenager. He was an average student, and your basic boy. Had girls on his mind a little too much and study not enough."

"Did he talk about anybody bothering him?" Booth continued. "Somebody at school?"

"No. I mean he talked about other students and a couple of the teachers, but nothing out of the ordinary."

"Mrs. Whitman, did Jeremy have a brother?" Her eyes flashed dark for a brief moment, but it didn't last.

"No, Agent Booth," she said. "We tried for another child, but it never happened."

"So Jeremy was your only child?" Weasley asked to clarify. The woman in front of her nodded yes. "And how about your husband?" Mrs. Whitman looked up. Her brows slightly drawn together. "Did your husband have another child? Maybe from an affair?" Booth shot his partner a sideways glance.

"Certainly not!" Mrs. Whitman said.

"Thank you, Mrs. Whitman," Booth said, standing, signaling to both women that this conversation was over. "I think that's all of our questions. Thank you for your time." He took Weasley by the elbow and led her from the house. When they were almost to his SUV, Booth turned loose of her. "What the hell was that?" he demanded.

"Just asking her questions that we needed answers too."

"That's not how it's done, Agent. We just don't go in accusing her husband of an affair."

"How else were we going to get the answers?" she asked. "Tiptoeing around the subject like you were doing wasn't getting us anywhere." Booth took a step toward her.

"You listen to me," he hissed through clenched teeth. "If you ever pull that stunt again, I'll have you up on charges faster than you can say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Do I make myself clear?"

"Perfectly," was Weasley's one word answer. Booth turned on his heels and stomped around the car and got into the driver's seat.

Seeley Booth sat at his desk staring at the papers before him. His suit jacket was hung on the back of his chair, his shirtsleeves were rolled almost to his elbows, and his tie was loosened. He sat back in his chair, and turned his head making his neck crack. Booth stretched his arms up over his head and let out a yawn. Then he rubbed his eyes and turned his attention back to the papers spread out before him. He picked up a pen and positioned his hand over a writing tablet. Booth had already filled four pages with notes and theories. He had to figure out what questions needed to be answered before he could solve this case. Ok, he thought. I know that Jeremy was talking to a man for close to a month before he went missing. And I know that according to Mrs. Jones, he wasn't afraid of this mystery man until the day he went missing.

Booth flipped back to the first page. His mother said that he wasn't acting strange or anything and he didn't seem to have confided in any of his friends. His eyes scanned the words. There's the fact that Baby Jeremy's and teenage Jeremy's fingerprints don't match. How could that be? Unless the baby printed wasn't Jeremy or the kid who went missing wasn't Jeremy. I know that the skeleton belongs to whoever it is that's in the picture. The boy who's suppose to be Jeremy. Agent Kent hadn't found anything out of the ordinary in his look into the Whitman's past. They had lived in Georgia when Jeremy was born, and moved to their current house when he was three.

Booth turned to the second page; eyes glancing over it. I have to assume that since half the case file is missing, that someone doesn't won't me to find out the truth. Which could be what held up the first agent. Maybe his parents didn't want him found. Maybe they do have something to hide.

He read over the third page and then the forth. Finally, he settled back to the half filled fifth page. But what could be so bad that you wouldn't want your own son found? If he really is their son. But if he isn't, then who is he? Bones told me last night that we have DNA, but we don't have anything to compare it to. Cullen won't let me ask for a sample. And even if I do get one from the boy who went missing, I would need one from baby Jeremy.

Booth dropped his pen back to his desk. "There has to be a different way," he said out loud. "But how?" He lend back in his chair and clasped his hands together behind his head. He like his eyes drift shut as he thought. I'm going to say that the skeleton is without a doubt the boy in the picture. Angela determined that. How else can I compare the Jeremy skeleton to the baby Jeremy? "That's it," he said, opening his eyes and sitting up. He reached for his cell phone and went down the contact list. When he got to the name he wanted, he hit send and then waited.

"Jack Hodgins."

"Hodgins, it's Booth. I need a favor."

Did I confuse anybody with all that thought? I didn't set out to have this chapter go like this...but my newly found muse that it should. And who am I to argue?

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