Antonia watched the passing scenery as Ace drove to the crime scene. While he had said they'd call her mother, he hadn't reached for his phone. He would glance to her now and again, but hadn't made much conversation as he referenced the GPS in his truck, and drove through the slushy streets of Washington DC, toward the suburbs. For a moment after she had gotten into the car, she thought that maybe it was a ruse to get her to go to the hospital, but when he headed out of the city, she was sure that it was a legitimate call. She straightened in her seat and cleared her throat.

"Did they give you any details?" she asked, her eyes flicking to the man beside her. She was pulling at her fingers nervously.

"Metro PD was called to a possible car accident. He said softly. "Car had driven off the road into a half frozen pond. The car was submerged, and a passerby saw the downed trees down an embankment, and could see the corner of a car. They pulled the car out, body in the back, but not a drowning victim."

Antonia nodded, understanding the implication. She paused and glanced out the window again, sighing. "I hope the FBI hasn't compromised the scene." She muttered under her breath, knowing full well that it would elicit a chuckle from the man beside her. She glanced to Ace and watched him shake his head with a knowing smile.

Temperance held JV a little longer, settling on the loveseat with his head on her shoulder, as she watched Booth across the room. He was sitting beside the bed, his lips on Grace's hand as he closed his eyes. She wasn't sure if he was praying or if he was talking to her, but the low rumble of his voice was deep and unintelligible with all of the other sounds of the room. She could watch his mannerisms all day, and had memorized each of them, and from the redness of his ears, and his posture as he sat up, she could see that he was angry. She knew not to interrupt him, but could feel the energy that he was giving off, trying desperately to maintain every thread of control that he could manage.

JV sniffled, pulling her from her reverie, he sat up a little and rubbed his eyes. "I'm sorry." He whispered, feeling her hand on his knee as he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry." He then yawned.

"You've been here all night, when does your shift end?" Temperance whispered.

"Three hours ago." He mumbled.

"You must be exhausted." She said, catching her husband's eyes across the room as he looked to the two of them.

"It's fine." He said, nodding his head, he yawned again.

"I'm glad you were here." She said, giving his hand a squeeze as she stood up, walking to her husband's side, she took the hand he offered. He stood up, and offered her the chair he had been seated in. He carefully stepped to the head of the bed and lifted his hand to his daughter's head, carefully smoothing the hair on her temple, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Her skin was pale, cool to the touch. He could see movement outside of the windows, the chief was speaking with one of the nurses. He refused to look at them, refused to acknowledge them. Temperance could sense her husband's apprehension, and reached for his hand, getting his attention.

"I don't want them in here right now." He said softly. "I know they need answers, but I…"

"It's okay." She whispered.

"I'll let the nurse know." JV said, standing up. Before they could even respond, he was stepping out into the hall, talking to a nurse.

Temperance watched him as he seemed to take charge, his thin frame standing tall as he pointed toward the room, and shook his head at the chief. She didn't know what he was saying, but the chief nodded his head in understanding, his eyes flickering to Temperance. "He loves her so much." She whispered.

"What?" Booth asked, turning his eyes to his wife. "What did you say, Bones?"

"Jack." She said softly, turning her attention back to Grace. "He loves Grace so much, Booth." She looked up and saw her husband's eyes on her. He looked slightly confused, but she just shook her head and looked back at their daughter. She felt her phone in her pocket buzz, as a text message came through, and she pulled it from her pocket. She took a quick glance and let out a puff of air.

"What is it?" Booth asked, unsure if it was bad or good.

"It's Parker, he's waiting in the hall." She said, starting to get up.

"I'll go get him." Booth said, turning abruptly. "Stay with Gracie. I don't want her waking up alone." He said, watching Brennan nod, she took her daughter's hand again, and Booth quickly left the room.

Booth stepped into the waiting room to find his son waiting patiently, his eyes bright with fear. He had spoken to the nurse, as well as Harding, so he was aware of Grace's condition. Booth embraced his son in greeting, and nodded toward the ICU. "I can take you in there to see her, if you want."

"It's alright. I just wanted to check on you and Bones." Parker said, swallowing hard. "How is she? Chris said she was out of surgery."

"She's okay." Booth said, his smile tight. "Still sleeping, and pretty banged up."

"Okay." Parker said, nodding.

"Harding was supposed to come back, when did you see him?"

"About a half hour ago. He dropped off my phone, and had dropped off Agent Fitzgerald, and said he'd be heading back here. I'm not sure what's keeping him. I figured he'd beat me here. Where's Ant?"

"I have no idea." Booth rolled his eyes. "She's being hard-headed." He sighed, thinking of what she had inflicted on that poor rookie agent. He shook his head. "Go on back and see Bones. They probably don't want too many people back there at a time. I'm going to give Toni a call.

Parker nodded and gave his father another hug. "Love you, dad." Parker said softly.

"Love you too, kid." Booth replied. He gave his son a pat on his shoulder, and the two of them went their separate ways.