Booth had climbed into a cold shower the night before and let the waves of water calm his excited senses. Being that close to Brennan for an entire evening had put his nerves into overdrive. This morning he was just as eager to be by her side and he lost no time in making the short distance from his car in the parking lot to her side in the lab.

She was looking over lab results with Zack, Hodgins was stood at their side snapping his elastic band. Booth gave him a wary look before meeting Brennan's full on smile. He winks at her and takes the file from her hand. "What we got that has Hodgins so worked up?" Brennan look over her shoulder at Hodgins and then back at Booth.

"I don't know what's wrong with him." She shrugs and Zack looks at them seriously and shakes his head.

"Angela has a date tonight." Booth makes an O shape with his mouth and nods.

"Gotcha… I'm surprised that they haven't hooked up to be honest, he seems to have no problem enthralling the women of DC with bugs and dirt…and Angela, well…what can I say about Angela?" He gives Zack a sly smile and waggles his eyebrows, Zack rolls his eyes and turns to look back at his monitor. Booth looks down at a non impressed Brennan and immediately stops smiling. "Sorry." He turns his attention back to the file. "So, what did you find?" Brennan starts to walk towards her office with Booth in tow.

"She found her father, Malcolm Warner… he's on your list of suspects from the garden centre. I need his medical records to do a DNA match.. Once I have that, all we need to do is work out why, and why her mother never told her who her father was."

Booth nods and looks up from the file as they reach her office door. "We should get on with the interrogation then. This has been a slow case and I'd like to get this one wrapped up as soon as possible. Lay this girl to rest." She nods and takes the file from him before grabbing her coat from the sofa.

"Then let's go."

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Malcolm Warner is a frail looking man, his hand trembles as he lifts his glass to take a sip. Brennan looks at her hands and then to Booth out of the corner of her eye. Booth sits with his hands folded in his lap. She can tell that he is making an assessment of Mr Warner and she is pretty sure that his conclusions can't be that far from her own. There is no way that this man could kill someone let alone bury them and then dig them up again.

"She just turned up on my doorstep one night, I told her that I didn't know her mother but she was convinced that I am her father. I'm not sure how I can be of any help in your investigation."

Booth looks up from his lap with a confused look across his features "You don't seem overly upset on hearing about the death of your child." Mr Warner looks to Booth and shrugs.

"I didn't know her. I have a family of my own, and for her to show up out of the blue.. I wasn't sure how to deal with that. It was never even proved that she was my daughter." Booth gets up and walks over to the window and stares outside.

"How did you deal with it Mr Warner?"

"I didn't kill her if that's what you are insinuating Agent Booth… After she left that night she came around once more, I never saw her again after that though."

Brennan looks up at Booth who is still staring out of the window. "You have a beautiful garden. You got green fingers Mr Warner?"

Mr Warner looks at Brennan and smiles warmly, "My daughter, she comes and does my gardening, I can't do much of anything these days. Doctors orders."

Brennan looks to Booth and then back to Mr Warner. "I noticed that you have Peacock flower in your garden, one of my favourites."

He smiles openly and nods, "Yes, mine too. I tend to them every day, they never seem to last long though and my daughter needs to keep replanting." He laughs lightly.

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Booth pulls into the Jeffersonian car park and shuts off the engine. Brennan looks across at him. "You know he couldn't have killed her right?" Booth nods. "He could hardly lift that glass, in fact, I'm surprised he's even alive. Usually with his type of disorder, people don't tend to live past middle age. "

Booth stretches his arms out in front of him and nods, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You think he could have arranged for someone to kill her.. He didn't seem all that bothered that his daughter was murdered."

"What if the daughter that does the gardening had something to do with it, she'd have access to the garden, the planting."

Booth runs a hand over the back of his neck and nods. "We'd need to prove that his garden was where she was buried first off, then we could move forward. I'd like to talk to Mrs Thomson again about the reasons she never told Mandy who her father was, or the fact that he lived across town from her."

Brennan reaches into her pocket and pulls out an evidence bag with soil in it. "I swiped some on the way out." Booth smiles widely and nods.

"That's my girl."

Brennan unbuckles and starts to climb out of the SUV. "I'll get these to Jack and have it analysed, he should be able to tell us in the next couple of hours whether or not this soil matches the soil sample we pulled from the body." As she is twisting her body out of the vehicle Booth reaches across the space dividing them and takes her hand gently in his own. She looks up at him and they share a smile, his eyes search hers slowly before he gives her a gentle squeeze and lets her hand go.

"We still ok for tonight?"

"Yes, we're ok for tonight."

"I'll pick you up at eight."

She gives him one more smile and closes the door making her way into the building. Booth watches her disappear in the rear view mirror before starting up his engine and pulling away. "Bones, you got me."

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