The next day Tempe walked into the lab and made her way to her office to find Booth sitting there.

"Good morning." He said looking at her, but never making eye contact.

"Good morning." She said trying to avoid any awkwardness between them.

Tempe had spent the whole previous day sitting at the park watching the families play with their children and remembered what her life had been like before her parents had disappeared. Peaceful.

"Samantha Samuels is back in town a little early then expected, we can go see her now." Booth said getting up and walked out of her office, she followed not too far behind him.

"Sweetie, Jack found something!" Angela yelled as she saw Booth and Tempe walking out of the office.

Tempe turned around and went over to see what had been discovered, but Angela noticed something different about the way the two acted, almost as if something had happened between them, something that wasn't good.

"What did you find?" she asked looking at the monitor.

"This is off the clothes of our victim." He said showing them some form of black smudge that came off of the clothes. "This is dung from my little friend Larry." He said again this time showing them both together.

"What does that tell us?" Booth asked starring at the two things.

"This shows us that we have a match, Larry's type of beetle is only found in one area of D.C. and if we can pinpoint it I can tell you were this girl was murdered and you can get a better chance at seeing who they are."

"Great, Hodgins, you start working on that." Tempe said and turned to leave, but was stopped by Angela.

"Sweetie is something wrong?" she asked, worry in her eyes.

"No nothing, I just got to go." She lied and followed Booth out to the car.

They drove for a while and pulled up to the same apartment complex they had been at the day before. Booth walked up to the front door and knocked, the same woman, a roommate of Samantha opened the door and welcomed them in, saying Samantha would be with them soon.

"Hello, I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth." Booth said showing Samantha his badge as she walked into the room.

"Hi, I'm Samantha Samuels, how can I help you?" she asked, she seemed to be a nice person and didn't appear to be hiding anything, but then again, didn't they all?

"I would like to talk to you about your relationship with Heather Morgan."

"Heather was a friend of mine; we used to be college roommates until I moved out and bought this little place. She was always so quiet and distant though."

"Do you know anything about her death?" Tempe asked, getting a look from Booth.

"No, I didn't even know she was dead."

"We have reason to believe she was murdered and we're just investigating into her past." Booth said trying to cover up and make it seem not so bad.

"I can assure you I haven't seen Heather in what seems to be about a year or so." Samantha said a sad expression on her face.

"Ok, thank you Ms. Samuels, if you find anything else to, please give me a call." He said giving her a card with the FBI headquarters number on it.

Booth and Tempe walked out to the car, not saying a word or making eye contact until they were inside.

"You can't be so straight forward about things like that Bones; you need to be more subtle." He said starting up the car. Tempe only sat there, never once saying a word.

20 minutes later Booth pulled up to the museum and let Tempe out to get back to work. He said he'd be back to check up on Hodgins, but said nothing else as he drove off.

"Sweetie, I think we should talk." Angela said standing in Tempe's office doorway.

"There's nothing to talk about Ange." She said trying to work on the paper in front of her.

"With the way you're acting I would say there is something to talk about." She said making her way to the chair across from her friend. "Tell me"

"I got drunk the other night, that's all." Tempe said giving up on the paper and started typing on the computer.

"That doesn't explain your behavior." Angela said trying to get Tempe to pay attention to her.

"I made a few mistakes."

"Like what?"

"I told Booth a few secrets of mine."

"What you got drunk with Booth?"

"Yes."

"So you slept with him?"

"How did you know?" she asked pulling herself away from the computer to look her friend in the eyes.

"It sort of seemed something big happened and you telling your secrets to him isn't big enough, it had to be you slept with him and regretted it." Angela said looking to Tempe.

"Yeah I regretted it; we're just supposed to be friends, nothing more than friends and partners. I need to know I can have someone as a friend and trust them, I don't need a relationship. I've had enough of those and they all ended badly."

"But isn't it different? You love him don't you?"

"No, Ange I'm incapable of love. I won't allow myself to love anyone; I always end up hurt in the end."

"It doesn't matter, love isn't something you have control over sweetie, it's just something that happens. You can tell in both your eyes, you guys have certain feelings for each other, and the other night, you couldn't refuse it any longer." Angela said as she got up and walked out of the office, "just think about it. You didn't sleep with him for just any reason and you know how you really feel, I can't tell you what to do, I can only guide you."

"Thanks Ange." Tempe said watching her friend leave, only to see Booth walk in.

"Hodgins knows where the place is, come on." He said and rushed out of the office.