Temperance sat on the sofa, cradling Summer in her arms and trying to feed her a bottle. Summer was being rather fussy, dodging her mouth out of the way of the nipple, and Temperance was becoming impatient. Finally, after much stress, Temperance gave up and slammed the bottle on the coffee table. Summer erupted in tears, her loud wails echoed around the apartment. Temperance sighed in anger and began to bop Summer on her shoulder, praying that she would fall quiet.
Although, ten minutes later, she had was still cradling her crying daughter. Temperance groaned and felt hot tears well up in her eyes, although she pushed them away. Temperance finally gave in and stormed across the apartment, still carrying the wailing Summer. She threw open Summer's bedroom door and shuffled inside, flicking on the light. Temperance lay Summer in her cot, laying her head on the pillow and covering her with her quilt, before leaving the room. Temperance shut the door, hoping it would muffle the crys, and returned to the sitting room.
She threw herself down on the sofa, dropping her head in her hands, and let out a loud sigh. Temperance hadn't wanted children, she had been against it for years, although now she had a daughter. But when she decided to keep the baby, during the difficult time when she chose abortion as an option, she had Booth. Now, fourteen months later, Booth had left her and the pressure of a Mother settled in. Booth had always been there to change her nappies, soothe her when she cried, feed her in the early mornings. Now it was all up to her, even though she had no belief in herself as a Mother. She had never needed anyone, since being abandoned she had become so independant, now she really needed Booth by her side.
Suddenly, a knock at the door pulled her out of her thoughts.
Temperance stood up and shuffled over to the door, dragging her fingers through her hair. She pressed her eye against the peep hole and was suprised to see Harry. She pulled away and wondered whether to open the door, although didn't realise that she had already opened the door.
"Harry, what are you doing here ?" questioned Temperance.
"Hey Tempe, I was just passing by -"
"Come in," interrupted Temperance, stepping aside.
Harry smiled and held up a glass of wine. To any normal woman, without Temperance's intelligence, they would of thought that Harry was trying to seduce her, but Temperance knew better. Harry usually showed up after a stressful day at work, giving her some company and discussing the case. Temperance noticed that she used to talk to Booth about her private life alot, although with Harry she only talked about work.
"I got a background check on the sleeze that our victim went out with," said Harry, holding up a folder.
Temperance heard the muffled sobs coming from Summer's room and groaned. Harry dropped the folder on her sofa, placed the bottle of wine besides the bottle on the coffee table, and headed down the hall. He returned a few minutes later holding Summer, who had stopped crying. Harry sat down on the sofa, balancing Summer on his hip, and smiled.
Temperance headed into the kitchen to grab a few glasses for the wine. She had been surprised at how well Harry was with Summer, as he never talked about his personal life aswell. Temperance wonded how Booth would of reacted if he could see the bonding between her partner and daughter. For a slight moment Temperance wondered if Harry was trying to replace Booth in Summer's life. Although, the thought quickly passed as she returned into the sitting room.
"So, what did you find on the victims ex-boyfriend ?" asked Temperance, taking a seat besides Harry.
Harry supported Summer's back with one hand whilst opening the folder with another. Temperance settled the glasses down on the coffee table and poured some wine into each, trying her best to give the precise measurement in each glass.
"His name is Scott Hampton, seveteen years old, male. He lives in the rough side of D.C, unlike Belinda who lived in the classy side," said Harry, taking a sip of wine.
"Rough side ?" questioned Temperance, placing her glass back on the coffee table.
"Yeah. Like, erm, it is very violent and nearly everyone has a gun. Probably where most suppliers deal," replied Harry, nodding his head.
"Oh," mumbled Temperance, "I can understand that."
"He was arrested, a few months after Belinda's dissapearance, for apparent drug use. But, no one got enough evidence and he was later released," read Harry.
"Where is he now ?" questioned Temperance, sitting Summer on her lap.
"Living with his parents. I'll get an agent to esscort him to the Hoover building tommorow," sighed Harry, rubbing his eyes.
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The partners sat there for a while talking about the case, whilst drinking wine, and soon it was time for Harry to leave. Temperance put Summer to bed, who had fallen asleep sometime on her knee, before escorting Harry to the door.
"Thanks for having me, Tempe," smiled Harry.
"Thank you for settling her down. With her Father gone -"
"You don't have to explain yourself," interrupted Harry, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Goodnight!"
"Goodnight," said Temperance.
Harry smiled one last time, before opening the door and stepping outside. Temperance shut the door behind him and sighed. Having Harry around, seeing him with Summer, made her wish that Booth was around even more. Temperance switched off the light and shuffled to her room. Another day had ended, bringing a day closer to when Booth could return.
I apologise for it being so crap. Been doing spanish coursework for the last hour and needed to get away from it. I love the spanish - they rock! But enough of the hard work for one night. So, please, review! They cheer me up haha.