Temperance shoved her key in the lock, although she was surprised when the door slowly opened. Temperance pulled out her key, pocketing it in her handbag, and looked up the hall.

"This is why I should have a gun," she muttered.

Temperance pushed the door open with her foot, cursing as it creaked loudly, and tip-toed inside. She closed the door behind her and looked around, squinting her eyes. Even though the light was on, no one was present in the sitting room. Temperance dropped her back on the kitchen table and moved towards the hall way, trying it ignore the echo of her high heels. On her way through the kitchen, she hastily picked up a frying pan which lay discarded on the side.

She moved further down the hall, she heard footsteps approach her. She stood infront of Summer's door, the frying pan was clung tighter in her arms, as she heard the footsteps grow louder. Temperance raised her arm, directing the frying pan above her head, and took a deep breath. The door opened, Temperance swung and missed her target as she realised who it was. The frying pan slowly dropped besides her side as her eyes studied the man infront of her.

"Bones," smiled Booth.

His charm smile was in full tact, flashing his straight white teeth. A smile tugged at the corners of Temperance's mouth, although soon vanished. Booth stepped forward, holding his arms wide open for her to tangle herself in. However, Temperance Brennan did quite the opposite.

"BOOTH! How DARE you take OUR daughter without informing ME first," she yelled.

She began to smack him in the chest with the frying pan, obviously not realising how ridiculous she looked. She unleashed all her anger with each blow to the chest, her nostrils flaring, as she continued to yell at him. Temperance wondered if Booth understood how irrational he had behaved, which by the look on his face he clearly hadn't, and continued to hit him.

Booth yelped, holding up his hands to defend his chest. It wasn't the response he had been looking for, it had been the quite opposite. Although, after many years of knowing her, he should of known that Temperance was no ordinary woman. He hastily closed the door behind him with one hand, whilst continuing to defend his chest with the other.

Although, slowly, she began to stop hitting him with the frying pan, deciding to shout at him instead.

"I thought she had been kidnapped! You clearly didn't understand how irrational -"

Booth seized his moment, noticing the frying pan lay loosely next to her side, and pressed his lips upon hers. At first Booth didn't think she would respond to the kiss, although when he felt her tongue lick his lips for entrance, he nearly jumped for joy. The kiss soon ended, both of them needing a supply of oxygen. Booth smiled and brushed a strand of hair off her face, rubbing his thumb against her skin.

"Don't think by kissing me that you won't be punished," said Temperance, waggling her finger.

"Geez, Bones! A guy goes away for a long time and this is how you welcome him back!" groaned Booth, shaking his head.

Temperance dropped the frying pan and pulled Booth into a hug. Booth chuckled and hugged her back, squeezing her tightly. A smile creeped upon both of their faces, although the other couldn't see ...

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One Hour Later ...

Booth had shared his expirience on the mission with Temperance, who sat and interrupted throughout it. Booth had be so grateful when the case was closed, he had been hoping to return home soon before he got grey hairs.

"I'm so proud of you, Temperance," smiled Booth.

"What for ?" questioned Temperance, raising her eyebrow.

Booth chuckled. Temperance had never been able to see what was right infront of her, unless it had the words 'logical' and 'rational' plastered over it. He smiled and took her hands in his, entwining their fingers.

"For how well you have raised Summer," he answered.

Temperance nodded. She had found in quite difficult, even with the help of her friends, and hoped she would never have to go through it again. She loved Summer, more than she had ever thought she could love a child, although she was a handful. Temperance had grown up without both parents, which was bad enough, and hopefully Summer would be able to have both of hers to help raise her.

Suddenly, Temperance's phone began to ring. Temperance pulled out her cell and looked at the caller ID. It was Harry. Temperance excused herself and stood up, heading towards the bedroom. She threw open the phone and placed it besides her ear, shutting the door with her foot. She knew she would have to tell Booth about her new partner sometime, although she didn't want to ruin his first night back home.

"Brennan," she answered.

"Tempe! I was talking to Jennifer and she suggested we should try to find the missing bullets."

"To track down the gun and owner ?" asked Temperance, nodding her head.

"Yeah. So, tommorow, we are going to interrorgate Belinda's best friend and then her sister,"

"How does that help us retrieve the missing bullets ?"

"Because maybe they know something. Something that we yet to find out," replied Harry.

"Ok. Thanks, Harry, bye!" said Temperance, shutting her phone.

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That night, for the first time in months, Temperance Brennan slept in the arms of her soul mate.

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