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"Who's this?" Brennan sat on the couch with Booth's photo album open and her index finger pressed against a particular picture. "When was this picture taken?"

The strange tone of voice drew Booth's attention from the game being played on the TV. With the use of his remote, he lowered the sound, shifted in his seat and looked at the picture. "That's Teddy . . . Edward Theodore Parker, he served with me in Kosovo. I named Parker after him."

Her gaze fixed on the picture, Brennan stared intently at the photo trying to reconcile what she was seeing with what she knew was impossible. "He . . . he died in 2000."

Puzzled, Booth pulled the photo album from Brennan's hand and closed it. "You know he did. We've visited his gravesite a couple of times together. I visit him every Memorial Day. I thought you'd seen his picture before."

Slowly, Brennan shook her head, a feeling of anxiety warring with reason. "No, I've never seen this picture." Not sure she wanted to have a conversation about Teddy Parker, Brennan stood up walked over to the sideboard where her purse was and pulled its strap onto her shoulder. "I have to go . . . I have something I need to do."

Before Booth could do more than stand, Brennan rushed to the front door, opened it and charged out into the hallway, slamming the door behind her.

Stunned at the sudden turn of events, Booth placed the album down on the couch, strode over to the sideboard, grabbed his keys and raced out of the apartment, down the hallway to the stairs and down to the lobby. Once he was there, he hurried over to the elevator just as the door opened. "What is going on Bones?"

Booth watched as a flustered Brennan left the elevator car and stepped past him into the Lobby. "I told you, Booth. I have something I have to take care of. Now I must go."

Confused, Booth quickly planted himself in front of his girlfriend. "I know something's wrong. What is it? You saw a picture of Teddy and acted like you'd seen a ghost. He's been dead for eleven years. Why are you upset?"

"There is no such thing as ghosts." Brennan desperately wanted to leave and she most definitely didn't want to talk about Teddy Parker. "Now please get out of my way, Booth . . . I mean it."

Reluctantly, Booth stepped aside and watched his partner walk across the small lobby and out onto the sidewalk. Maybe's it's the pregnancy hormones at least I hope so.

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Confused and upset, Brennan drove in what she thought was a random pattern until she found herself approaching Arlington National Cemetery. Resigned, she gave into her subconscious and continued to the Cemetery. Once there she found a parking space, parked, turned off the engine and sat in her car for a while debating with herself. Finally, unable to do anything other than what came next, Brennan exited her car and eventually found herself standing in front of Edward T. Parker's gravestone.

"I have an eidetic memory. I rarely forget anything . . . Booth told me about seeing you in the ship when the Gravedigger kidnapped you, but I was certain it was hallucinations at the time. He'd been heavily sedated and even after he awakened on board the ship, he was still under the influence of the drugs. Add to that the lack of water and food, the intense stress he was under, uncertain if he would live or die and . . . well it was the logical conclusion. He claimed that you helped him escape from below deck, but you're dead and ghosts don't exist."

A couple walked by and Brennan remained silent as long as they were in ear shot. Once she was alone, she shifted her feet and placed her purse on the carpet of grass at her feet. "I saw you . . . you were at the cemetery when Booth and I visited your grave . . . this grave. While Booth talked to Claire you . . . someone that looked like you walked past me and said beautiful day . . . he said it makes you glad to be alive doesn't it?"

Brennan cleared her throat. "It is a fact that everyone has a doppelganger in the word . . . perhaps that is what happened. Yes that makes more sense since ghosts don't exist."

The laughter came from near the tree towards her right and it infuriated Brennan that someone had overheard her and was making fun of her. Turning to face her witness, she was surprised to see Teddy walking slowly towards her.

"So you'd rather believe that out of the millions of people on this planet, someone that looks like me just showed up at that particular time and in this place near my gravestone since there is no way my ghost actually appeared." His beret worn at a cocky angle, Teddy stopped a few feet from Brennan and shook his head. "You're more stubborn than Booth is."

"Ghosts don't exist." Brennan faced Teddy and braced her shoulders back. "There is no after life. Once you die you cease to exist."

Amused, Teddy patted his chest and stomach and laughed. "Okay, then how do you explain seeing me now? You aren't taking drugs are you because that would be bad for your baby?"

"Of course not." A little outraged, Brennan exhaled sharply. "Not everything is explicable. Just because I can't explain your appearance doesn't mean that there isn't a logical explanation."

His eyebrows rose and his eyes were wide. "Wow . . . really? Well okay then . . . When you see Booth tell him that gambler's anonymous medallion he lost last week is under the dryer in his apartment. It fell out of his jacket pocket and he didn't notice it. I know he's a little upset that he can't find it. He's like that . . . a worrier. Well I guess I'll go. Bye."

Aware that Booth had lost his medallion, Brennan bit her lower lip for a few seconds. "How did you know about the medallion?"

Already half way to the oak tree, Teddy stopped and turned around. "I should move on, but I worry about Booth. He's kind of alone and he needs someone to watch over him. He doesn't have a lot of friends. I mean, he thinks he has a lot of friends, but he really doesn't trust very many people and most of those friends of his are just people he knows. . . I've been watching over him ever since I died. I've only let him see me that one time, on the ship, but he needed help or he was going to die . . . anyway, he has you now doesn't he?"

"He does." Brennan picked up her purse and placed the strap over her shoulder. "We're in a monogamous relationship. I'm pregnant with his progeny. He isn't alone."

"I'm glad." Teddy nodded his head. "I really am glad . . . maybe it's time to see what comes next." Before he turned around, the young man sighed. "I caused him a lot of pain you know. He blamed himself for my death and it wasn't his fault. I was just young and stupid . . . now I'm just dead and stupid."

"I don't think you're stupid." Brennan took a step towards Teddy and then thought better of it. "You were inexperienced."

Grateful for her kindness, Teddy saluted her and smiled. "Thanks. Thanks a lot." Free to leave, Teddy turned and waved a hand. "Hey, where's that white light I'm supposed to walk into?" Suddenly a brick fence with a wrought iron gate appeared next to the tree. "Smart ass." Moving over to the gate, Teddy paused when he reached it and turned back to look at Brennan. "You know it's okay to not believe in ghosts and angels and stuff like that. I don't think they'll hold it against you . . . don't forget to tell Booth where his medal is."

Once Teddy opened the gate and passed through, the fence, the gate and Teddy faded from sight. "I don't believe it." Brennan shook her head. "I refuse to believe it."

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An hour after leaving Teddy at the cemetery, Brennan entered Booth's apartment and noticed that he wasn't there. Moving into the laundry room, she carefully got on her knees and moved her hand under the dryer. Her fingers bumped into something metallic and after pulling it from under the machine she found Booth's medallion in her hand.

The sound of the front door opening and closing drew Brennan into the living room. "Hello."

Surprised to see Brennan, Booth carried his sacks filled with groceries over to the couch and placed them there. "Hey Bones." Moving closer to Brennan, he placed his arms around her and kissed. "Look I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry."

"You didn't do anything Booth." Brennan kissed him back and smiled. "I really did have to take care of some business. It's done and I came back home."

His smile tender and warm, Booth nodded his head and kissed her once more. "I went grocery shopping. I'm going to make some Bolognese sauce for dinner."

Glad to be home, Brennan released Booth and handed him his medallion. "I found your medallion. I found it in the laundry room."

His face lit up with happiness, Booth took the medallion and stared at it. "Thank you. Where did you find it? I've practically turned this place upside down looking for it."

"It was under the dryer." Brennan knew she should explain, but she couldn't. "I dropped my purse and when I knelt to pick it up, I noticed the medallion."

The medal clenched in his hand, Booth looked at Brennan and stared at her in wonder. "I swear I looked there, but wow, you're amazing Bones. You're so damn amazing."

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