Booth rolled over in his bed, staring at the clock as it stared back at him. He had been awake since nearly three that morning, shifting in and out of a fitful slumber. Temperance had gotten up at half past five, as she always did, and was probably downstairs making coffee. He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath, groaning when he smelled the coffee wafting from downstairs. He once asked her if she turned on a fan or something to try to lure him downstairs with the smell, and she just laughed at him and poured him a cup, a sly grin on her face as she kissed his cheek.

He rolled out of the bed, his feet touching the cool floor as he stretched and walked to the window. The snow swirled around outside, whipping in every direction, he grimaced when he heard the tone of Temperance's voice downstairs. She was clearly in the middle of a lecture of some kind, and it took him a minute to realize who she was talking to. "Ugh, Jared." He muttered. "Don't get her riled up in the morning."

Booth looked down at his sweatpants, and pulled on a t-shirt, then padded down the hallway and quickly descended the stairs. Her tone was sharp and short, so that meant she was in the middle of her tirade. He entered the kitchen to find Jared sitting at the table, his head in his hands as Temperance stood across the room, pouring his cup of coffee. Booth moved toward her, dropping a kiss on her lips, he smiled when she smiled back at him. "What are you doing, Bones? He's not even fighting back." Booth said, accepting her glare with grace, he sat down at the table with his cup, and looked to his brother.

"He knows better than to argue with me on this." She said, sighing. "Rehabilitation is meant to cleanse the mind, body and spirit, and it's like you only participate in it if you're trying to get out of something, and how long does it last, Jared? How long does it last?"

"I want a drink now, if that means anything to you." Jared said, looking up, his eyes bloodshot, his lips dried and cracked. He looked miserable. "But only because you're driving me there, Tempe."

"Don't you blame me for your alcoholism, Jared. You had a problem with this far before you met me. I am just very disappointed in you."

"I know." He muttered. "You've told me that six hundred times, Tempe." He looked to Booth. "Does the nagging ever stop?"

"Yes. When you stop being a dipshit." he said, thinking for a moment. "I'd like to change my answer. No. It'll never stop for you." Booth said, watching his wife as she sipped from her coffee, her eyes watching him over the cup. He glanced to Jared. "I'm really not interested in stopping her. She has this covered." He said, sipping from his coffee, he leaned back in his chair a bit. "Hey Bones, what's the mortality rate for alcoholics?" He asked, watching as her eyes lit up.

"Seeley!" Jared exclaimed as Temperance started rattling off statistics, sitting down across from Jared with her cup of coffee. He rested his head in his hands again.

Booth stood up, grabbed his cell phone off the counter, and then settled back in his chair. He started glancing at a few things, his brow furrowed as Temperance's diatribe took a back seat to the sudden ringing in his ears. He set his cup down a little too hard on the table, and Temperance looked to him.

"What's wrong, Booth?"

"I have a bunch of text messages from Fitz here… and a few from… Oh no, no, no." He shook his head, resting his forehead in his hand as he read through a few more.

"Yeah, the phone started blowing up around 1:30 this morning, I turned the volume off." Jared said, eliciting a growl and glare from Booth as he stood up and paced as he dialed Fitzgerald's number. "It's really annoying."

"Yeah, it's really annoying because it's supposed to get my attention, Jared." Booth glared as he held the phone to his ear.

"What happened, Booth? Is Agent Fitzgerald okay?"

"He won't be if he doesn't answer his damn phone. Come on, Fitz…" He said, slamming his finger on the off button when the machine picked up. "Your daughter is going to be the death of me." Booth said, dialing Antonia's number, hearing it go directly to voicemail.

"Antonia? What's going on with Antonia, Booth?"

"She went out to the crime scene last night, and Fitz was following her, said he'd call when they got back, and he hasn't, and neither one of them is answering their phones, and there is a damn blizzard outside." Booth growled. "Goddamn it." He said, dialing another number, he sighed. "Ace, get your ass out of bed, I need your help with something." He exclaimed as he stomped out of the room with the phone in his hand.

"Do you notice how when she does something that annoys him… she's your daughter?" Jared asked.

"Shut up, Jared." Temperance said, rolling her eyes, she stood up to get more coffee.

Aiden and Antonia assessed the situation for several moments, getting their bearings now that they had the two men handcuffed. It happened so fast, that Antonia needed several moments to process what had happened. She looked to Aiden, and he had a thoughtful look on his face. "What is it?" She whispered.

"I think we found more than just the gun that shot Grace." He whispered, holding up the gun that he had grabbed from the suspect.

Antonia's eyes widened, and she looked from Aiden to the two men. "Aiden?"

"Yeah." He nodded, a bit of a smile playing at his lips, she still looked shocked.

"That's evidence." She whispered, taking the gun from him into her gloved hands, she held it carefully. "This whole place is evidence." She reached into her pocket and pulled out an evidence bag. She pulled the cartridge of the gun and placed them both in the bag together.

"Do you just carry those around in your pocket?" He asked, grateful for the glare she sent in his direction.

"We didn't do anything!" One of the men yelled, trying to shift a little.

"Be quiet and sit still." Aiden said, giving him a pointed look.

"But now what do we do?" She whispered, looking around at the cabin again, the fire was flickering, and the darkness was starting to get to her.

"We're going to have to wait out the storm." Aiden said, looking between the two men. "We'll be okay." He looked to her and could see that she was nervous. "I told Booth where we were going." Her head snapped in his direction, and she narrowed her eyes. "What? You don't go into a situation without letting someone know your position."

She sighed, rolled her eyes and looked back at the fire. "I texted him too." She shrugged. "He hates when I don't tell him where I'm going." She said. She looked around at the room and turned toward Aiden. "We just don't know when he'll get here."

"Is that what the cards were about?" He asked, watching her turn toward the door, she took a few steps and opened the door without answering him. "Antonia? Where are you going now?"

She reached outside under the bench for her knapsack, pulling it into the room, she glanced over at him, and noted that he looked confused. "I didn't want it to freeze." She said, setting the knapsack by the door, she looked around the room. She eyed Aiden carefully, noting that he looked annoyed, her brow furrowed and she stepped to a wooden chair, she pulled her gloves off and shoved them in her pocket, then slid her coat off, as the heat of the fire was warming the room. Carefully she draped her coat on the chair, all the while noting that Aiden was still standing in the same place. She looked up, and he was looking over at her. "Do you want to take off your coat?" She asked.

He stepped over to her and nodded, taking the coat off, he draped it over the chair and looked again between the two suspects. She reached over and touched his hand, getting his attention, he tipped his head. "I'll tell you, just not now." Her eyes flicked to the suspects.

His eyes seemed to clear, and he nodded and smiled gratefully. "Why don't you sit, get some rest. If we're going to be here for a while, there's no use both of us being exhausted."

She nodded and looked to the old dirty mattress, making a face. "I'd rather sleep in my car and freeze to death than lay on that." She said softly.

Aiden chuckled and picked up his coat, walked to a corner that was away from the two suspects, but close enough to give some semblance of warmth. He cleared out an area carefully, inspecting it with the flashlight. He lay his coat onto the floor. "Oh Aiden, not your fancy coat." She said, looking at his smirk as he pulled off his suit jacket. He handed it to her as she approached him. "Thank you." She whispered, pulling the jacket up to her nose, she took a deep breath.

"Get some rest." He said, running a thumb over her cheek, he smiled and helped her sit down on the coat. She pulled her legs up against her, and rested her head on the wall. She pulled the suit jacket around her and closed her eyes.

Aiden watched her for a moment, and then turned, walking over to the chair, he sat down, letting the morning start slowly, as he stared at the flames in the fireplace, keeping watch.