A/N - Thanks so much everyone. Geez, can't believe it is only seven o'clock where I am. I was expecting it to be much later. I have a few good hours before homework and bed, might aswell spend it writing some more stuff for you amazing people! :) BY THE WAY - SAME CHAPTER, ALTHOUGH I HAVE CHANGED THE SPELLING ERRORS! x

"Dead ?"

Chloe Simpson, the best friend of their victim, sat before them. A shaky hand travelled to her mouth, covering it in shock, as a few tears tumbled from her eyes. Her long blonde hair fell over her eyes, blocking the view of her twinkling blue eyes. Chloe, in Brennan's opinion, was an attractive young girl. She had long straight blonde hair with blue eyes, the typical blonde hair and blue eyed combination. She wore a thick layer of foundation, causing her skin to look a faint orange colour, and wore a strong layer of mascara. Her lips were coated in a smooth pink lipgloss, which Brennan could smell from opposite the table. Chloe was obviously one of those girls.

"Yes. Shot in the -"

"I don't think she needs to hear the details," whispered Harry, placing his hand upon Brennan's arm.

Brennan nodded and looked away from Chloe, gazing around the room. Harry apologised and clapsed his hands together, straightening up in his seat as he studied Chloe.

"You hadn't spoke for a few weeks before her death. Is that correct ?" asked Harry.

"Erm -"

"I would advise you to tell the truth," said Harry.

"Yes, we hadn't spoke for a while. She were, yanno, pregnant with his kid," replied Chloe.

Brennan noticed a flash of anger, mixed in with some hurt, flash in her eyes. Brennan placed her hand on Harry's arm, gesturing for him to let her speak as she leaned closer.

"You loved him, didn't you ? The man who she was pregnant with," said Brennan, searching Chloe's eyes.

Chloe looked straight at Brennan, their eyes clashed together as she nodded.

"Yer, I was," she whispered.

"Be honist, do it for Belinda," said Harry.

"I was in a relationship, if that's what you wanna call it, for about two years with him. He finished me, guess he got bored, and turned to her for comfort," hissed Chloe.

"I'm -"

"I FREAKIN LOVED THE GUY! I guess love isn't enough, I think there needs to be more than love in any relationship now!"

"We're sorry," frowned Harry, touching her hand.

Chloe shrugged it off and stood up, pacing the small room.

"It isn't enough for your heart to break, not now, because everyone's is broken," whispered Chloe.

---

Brennan sat in Booth's office, sharing the events of the interrorgation. Booth listened as Brennan told him about her interrogation, he had lived months without hearing her voice and was now grateful to hear her ramble on. Summer lay in Booth's arms, resting her head upon his chest, and slept peacefully. Booth had taken Summer off Angela, who had interrorgated him about his mission, and brought her back to his office. Booth tried to refill the moments in which he had missed in the last few months ...

"You know, Booth, you were extremely rude to Harry," said Brennan.

Booth looked up from his daughter and tried to control the smirk he was bound to flash.

"I'm sorry, Bones," replied Booth, biting inside of his cheek.

Booth wasn't sorry at all, he just didn't want to anger Brennan. Infact, more than anything, he was jelous. Booth chuckled mentally at this thought. He was jelous of a younger FBI agent who hardly had any expirience and had no chance of ever dating a woman like Brennan.

"It isn't me you should be apologizing to, it's Harry," answered Brennan.

Booth groaned; he saw this coming.

"Don't groan, Booth! What right did you have to speak to him like that ?"

"I was jelous, alright ? J-E-L-U-S!" grunted Booth.

He felt Summer wriggle besides his body, although when he looked down she was still sleeping.

"Of Harry ?" said Brennan.

Booth nodded.

A loud giggle erupted from Brennan's lips. If Booth hadn't seen her lips move then he wouldn't of thought a noise like that could come from Brennan. Soon enough, Booth began to laugh aswell. The two lovers sat in his office, laughing uncontrollobly as their daughter continued to sleep. Finally, five minutes of laughter aside, Brennan became serious again.

"You never have to be jelous of Harry, Booth. I have a daughter with you, I am in love with you, why would I turn away from that ? I had no parents growing up, as you remember, and I don't want Summer to go through the same expirience," whispered Brennan.

Booth stood up, tightening his grip on Summer in his arms, and walked around his desk. He bent down and placed a sweet kiss on Brennan's lip, pulling away before she was able to kiss back.

"Jelousy is always born with love but it does not die with it," said Brennan, her eyes twinkling.

"Wow, Bones, that was beautiful," smiled Booth, stroking her cheek with his free hand.

"I heard Angela say it before," replied Brennan, shrugging her shoulders.

"How romantic," chuckled Booth.

Brennan stood up and straighted her outfit. She picked her handbag up off the desk and kissed Booth on the cheek. She then turned to Summer and planted a kiss on her forehead, trying her best not to disturb the sleeping child.

"I'll see you later," said Booth.

Brennan nodded and walked towards the door, throwing her handbag over her shoulder.

"Oh, and Booth ? Jelous is spelt; J-E-A-L-O-U-S, not J-E-L-U-S," corrected Brennan.

---

A tall, slim woman sat infront of them. The woman had long, smooth, black hair which straighted down her back. Her eyes, which were brown and deep, were almost identical as her sisters. Her skin was awfully tanned, Brennan guessed that she had been on a sunbed for far too long. The woman, who went by the name of Nadine Coyle, patted her eyes with a tissue as Brennan broke the terrible news. A strangled sob erupted from Nadine's lips as she pressed the tissue on her eyes, smuding her mascara.

"Her poor baby aswell," whispered Nadine, taking a shaky breath.

"I'm sorry for you loss, your sister and niece or nephew, but we have to ask some questions," said Harry, placing his hand upon Nadine's.

Nadine nodded. Her bottom lip trembled as she rubbed underneath her eyes, trying to erase the evidence that she had cried, and slumped in her chair. Harry pulled out a folder and flipped it open, sliding it between him and Brennan.

"How long did you know your sister was pregnant ?" questioned Brennan.

"A few weeks," said Nadine, nodding her head gently.

"When did she tell you ? Or did you just find out ?"

"She came to my apartment, a couple of weeks ago, with tears running down her face. I welcomed her inside and comforted her, but I didn't pressure her about the emotion she was portraying," answered Nadine.

"What happened after you comforted her ?" asked Brennan, folding her arms over her chest.

"She told me why she had came. Her Foster Dad had argued with her, she said that he had screamed at her. What about ? I do not know. But, I do know, it shook her up. She blurted out about her pregnancy after," sighed Nadine, rubbing her temple.

"Did she stay the night ?" said Harry.

"No. She returned to her Foster Parents."

"Did she contact you in the next few days ?" asked Harry.

"No. That night, when she came around to my apartment, it was the last time I ever saw her," cried Nadine.

Fresh tears poured down her face as she wept into her hands.

"I was her Foster Dad, I can feel it! It's all my fault, I shouldn't have let her go home! sobbed Nadine.

Brennan and Harry looked at each other, each thinking the same thoughts ...

---

"We need a warrant for his gun," said Brennan.

The partners now sat in Harry's office. It wasn't as large as Booth's, neither was it decorated besides a few photographs of Harry's family.

"I agree. I think we should also get a warrant for his car, if what your team told us is right -"

"Which it is, then we can search for any more evidence. For example; dog hairs," interrupted Brennan, a small smile unfolding across her lips.