Booth lay on a dirty, stained, sofa and sighed. He had decided to let Agent Peterson, who had been the other agent picked to come on the investigation, have the bed. The investigation had been dull so far, they were nowhere close to busting this guys ass. The suspect, Jonathan Reid, was suspected for raping four girls and killing three of them, yet they had found no evidence to prove it. The case was becoming cold, extremely cold, and Booth wondered how long until he would be able to go home to his family. He missed Temperance; he missed working with her; he missed her scent; he missed her logic; basically, he missed everything about her. Then there was Summer, his beautiful daughter, whose first birthday he missed. Booth had kicked himself for the last few months, he hated that he missed his daughter's FIRST birthday; afterall, she would only ever have one first birthday.

Booth looked towards the window, peering through the dirty netted curtains. He noticed the sun had rised, he guessed it was probably seven/eight o'clock, and groaned. He knew that he would get up soon, start another day for a useless case and be seperated from his family for a day longer. Booth rolled over, deciding to get a few more hours sleep before his 'partner' awoke him, and wondered what Temperance was doing now ...

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"Her tox-screen came back negative," said Cam, passing Temperance the sheet.

Temperance scanned her eyes over the sheet and nodded, adding the sheet to the folder in her arms. Temperance looked towards her office, stepping on her tip-toes slightly, and wondered how Angela was doing. Summer's nanny had been unavailable today, so had Temperance's Father, which left her no other choice but to bring Summer to work. Thankfully, Angela had offered to take care of her Godaughter for the day as she needed to repay Temperance for letting her stay over at her apartment. However, Summer was still suffering from teething and wondered if Angela would be able to cope.

"Well she was pregnant, I suspected she stayed away from alcohol and drugs," added Hodgins.

Temperance turned back and began to listen into the conversation again.

"I cleaned the bones, Doctor Brennan, and only the two bullet holes can be seen," said Jennifer.

Temperance walked over to the metal table and bent over the remains, studying them carefully. Jennifer was right; one bullet hole in the stomach, one bullet hole in the head.

"So, we can definitely say that the two shots were the cause of death ?" asked Cam.

"Definitely," replied Jennifer, nodding her head.

"She obviously looked after herself. She has no broken bones, none that healed over either," informed Temperance, straightening back up.

Temperance heard her cell begin to ring, she excused herself from the group and walked off the platform. She looked at the caller ID and realised it was Harry, causing her to immediantly answer.

"Brennan," she answered.

"Tempe, I have Belinda's foster parents coming in. You want to help with the interrogation ?"

"Yeah, sure, I'll meet you down there," replied Temperance, hanging up.

She turned her attention back up towards the platform and informed them where she was going. Temperance returned to her office, informed Angela about the interrogation and promised to arrive back to pick up Summer. After kissing Summer on the cheek and ruffling her hair, Temperance dashed out of the lab.

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"How come you didn't report her missing ?" asked Harry, leaning back in his chair.

Mrs Julie Hughes and Mr George Hughes, foster parents of Belinda Coyle, sat infront of them. Mrs Hughes was a tall, thin, and well toned woman. She had pale skin, dark brown eyes which matched her dark curls. She wore the brightest shade of lipstick and a thick dose of mascara, causing her to look older than she already was. Mrs Hughes was a hairdresser, she worked in her own shop and devoted her life into it. George Hughes was a small, rounded man. His hair was turning grey, in certain places, and his forehead was becoming slightly wrinkled. Mr Hughes was a police man, he had been a police man for over ten years now and was very high up on the money ladder. It was obvious, to Temperance and Harry, that these people were from the 'upper, side of town and were rather rich.

"As you know, Belinda was a foster child and she wasn't keen -"

"She hated it, basically, and we thought she had just run away," sighed Mr Hughes, interupting his wife.

"Did you know Belinda was pregnant ?" asked Temperance, leaning forwards.

Temperance and Harry looked at each other, before turning back to the couple. Surprisingly, neither of them seemed shocked which proved that they obviously knew about her pregnancy.

"Yes," said Mrs Hughes, sticking her nose in the air.

"That's why we thought she would on run away, getting a better life for her baby," frowned Mr Hughes.

"Wouldn't it be safer, not to mention better, to stay here and have the baby in a safe environment ?" questioned Temperance, leaning backwards.

"It would be, for most people, but Belinda was going through a few problems," said Mr Hughes.

"Like ?" asked Harry.

"Her boyfriend, friend problems, her older sister -"

"Older sister ?" interuppted Harry, checking over his folder. "It doesn't mention an older sister living with you."

"No, she didn't. Nadine was over the age limit, she was able to move on with her life," answered Mrs Hughes.

"Listen, Belind was having a rough time. Her boyfriend didn't want to be in her life anymore, her best friend fell out with her because the father of her baby was her ex-boyfriend, her sister was angry with her -"

"Hey, listen, can we have all the names, please ?" asked Harry.

"All of them ?"

"Yep. From the boyfriend to the sister, thanks," smiled Harry, pulling out a pen.

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