A/N: I was so chuft this morning. I had like 22 reviews overall for my fanfics. Usually I get about three per fanfic but I loads :) I was so happy that I'm going to write a MASSIVE part for all you amazing people! So, please, be a bunch of super stars & continue being the amazing readers you are! :) By the way, this chapter may have some bad language. x

"So, what did you do last night ?" asked Angela.

Temperance turned her attention to Angela, who had taken a seat opposite her and decided to play twenty questions. Angela had arrived to work, at nine like usual, with a huge smile on her face. Temperance knew that smile; it was the smile that Booth had explained to her. For weeks after Tempe, Angela's child, had been born, Angela had arrived to the Jefforsonian with a tired look. Although, a few months later, she began to arrive with a huge smile and become her cheery self again. Not being a big fan of psychology, Temperance had asked Booth about the change in Angela's personality. Booth had told Temperance about how the smile told everyone about the success of a child sleeping through a whole night.

"Harry came over to talk about the case," replied Temperance, turning her attention back to the computer.

Angela raised her eyebrow. She liked Harry; he was kind, caring and everything a FBI agent needed. Although, he wasn't Booth. Angela had became close with Booth, especially after Temperance's accident three years ago, and became very fond of him. Angela missed having him around, he just seemed to lighten up the place. Angela was about to question her best friend, like she usually did, when Harry walked through the door.

"Hey Tempe, Angela," he smiled.

"Hey," said Angela, rising from her seat.

She cast Harry a smile before saying goodbye to Temperance. Angela left the office, heading in the direction of Hodgins station. Temperance looked up from her computer and greeted Harry, who now sat in Angela's previous seat.

"I've got Scott Hampton arriving in half an hour," said Harry.

"Who ?" questioned Temperance, staring at him with a confused look.

Harry chuckled. It was obvious that Temperance didn't like to remember name, afterall they had only discussed the victims boyfriends name the previous night. Harry stood up and streched his arms, before pulling out his phone.

"The victims boyfriend," answered Harry, "We better go now if we want to get there in time!"

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"So, how long were you with Miss Coyle ?" asked Temperance.

A young man, no older than seventeen, sat before them. He slouched in his chair, like a bored teenager at school, and mumbled something. Scott had a black jumper on, his hood hung over his face, and he wore black tracksuit bottoms. All of his clothes were in black, which gave him a dangerous look. From the parts of his skin which were showed, Scott was extremely pale. So far, since the moment he walked into the interrorgation room, his attitude had been disgusting and vile-mouthed. The boy, in Temperance's eyes, had no respect for anything or anyone.

"Pardon ?" said Harry, leaning backwards in his chair.

"Few months, suppose," mumbled Scott, keeping his head hung low.

"Did you have sexual intercourse ? questioned Temperance, looking back down at her notes.

"What the fuck, yo! Are you allowed to ask me this ?" shouted Scott, looking up for the first time.

Temperance noticed his eyes. They seemed black, dangerous, and she knew they would intimidate anyone under a stare. Although, Temperance noticed a hint of hurt and fear to them, something that probably most people didn't see about them.

"Language," warned Harry. "And, yes, we can ask you these questions."

Scott sighed and sat up straight, leaning onto the table. His hands clamped together, he began to look around the room with searching eyes. Finally, after a few silent minutes, he turned his attention back to the agent and his partner.

"Yer, we, yanno, did it and crap. You're the feds, you'll probably know that she was pregnant," sighed Scott, shaking his head.

"Yeah, we know," said Harry.

"How come you left her ?" asked Temperance, not noticing how blunt she was being.

Scott looked up into her eyes, the flicker of hurt striked across them oncemore. Temperance softened her gaze and leaned back in her chair, waiting for the boy to answer her question.

"Yanno, gunna be a Father & crap. I just couldn't 'andle it, so I finished 'er," muttered Scott, shaking his head.

"Do you regret it ?" said Harry.

"She were used to it," replied Scott, simply.

"What's that supposed to mean ?" questioned Harry.

Harry cocked his head to the side. Scott hadn't answered his question, his response was steered far away from the question he asked. Harry couldn't work out what Scott meant, he wondered what Belinda was used to.

"Bein' left. Was in 'er nature," answered Scott, shrugging his shoulders.

Temperance's head jerked up. He had meant because she was a Foster Child, that was what she had been used to; being left alone. Temperance's hands curled up into fists as she watched Scott shrug his shoulders. She suddenly became aware of Harry's gaze, she uncurled her fists and took a deep breath.

"When did you last see her ?" asked Temperance, through clenched teeth.

"Few days before she dissapeared," said Scott.

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Temperance, for once, was grateful to finish work. She had become rather irritated whilst interrorgating Scott, who proved her theory of being disrespectful as the interview grew longer. Now, a few hours later, Temperance entered into a huge building. The building was decorated in bright colours, work of young children, and photographs of newborn babies. Temperance entered through a pair of sliding doors and was greeted by Miss Hopkirk, Summer's nanny.

Miss Hopkirk was average height and weight. A short ponytail hung her black hair, keeping it tidy, and her brown eyes pierced Temperance. She flashed of her tan in a short skirt, which made Temperance scoff, and a pink blouse. Miss Hopkirk cocked her head to the side, a wave of confussion unravelled across her face.

"Doctor Brennan, why are you here ?" she asked.

Temperance stopped infront of her, raising her eyebrow.

"To pick up my daughter," replied Temperance, bluntly.

"She has already been picked up," said Miss Hopkirk.

Temperance's eyes widened. Her daughter had been picked up already ? Panic began to rush through Temperance's veins, causing her to question Miss Hopkirk with an extreme amount of coldness.

A/N: Anyone want to guess who picked up Summer ? & Thanks again for all the reviewss! Please continue sending them in. More reviews cause me to write more for all you amazing people! :) x