The Booth family, including Parker, sat in Sweets Office. Parker was sat on the floor with Summer, who was leaning against the sofa, and was trying to teach her pat-a-cake. Whilst Brennan and Booth sat on the sofa, their arms and legs both crossed, staring at Sweets.

'You may wonder why I have brought you here,' said Sweets.

'Yeah, we are. Me and Bones aren't partners now, so we don't need Partners therapy,' replied Booth, earning a nod from Brennan.

'Yes, however this session will now be a family therapy,' smiled Sweets, clapping his hands together.

Booth rolled his eyes and slouched lower into the sofa, forcing himself not to make a comment about how Sweets lacked a life. Brennan, however, nodded her head slowly before opening her mouth to speak.

'Sweets, my family does not need therapy,' said Brennan, 'and, if you don't mind, I need to get back to work on my case.'

'No need! I have rung Harry, who promised me that he would interrogate your suspect and will fill you in later. Angela said you need to spend more time with your family,' smiled Sweets.

'When she said that, Sweets, I think she meant that we need to go to the park to feed the ducks or somethin',' grunted Booth, rolling his eyes.

"Are we feeding the ducks, Daddy?' asked Parker, looking up at his Father.

'Later, bud, we will go when Bones has finished work,' smiled Booth.

Sweets scribbled down a few notes as he watched this interaction. He was also interested in the response Parker had with his younger sister and intended on questioning Booth or Brennan about it later. However he noticed he was angering his patients and decided to turn the topic onto something they would willingly discuss without force.

'Tell me about this case you're working on, Doctor Brennan,' said Sweets, looking up form his pad.

Booth finally looked interested as he straightened up slightly. Bones had been working constantly, coming home later and leaving for work later, so he hardly got time to question her about this case. Brennan sighed in relief as she realised that this was a topic which she would like to discuss.

'We have arrested the victims foster dad, Harry is interrogating him at the moment,' said Brennan.

'Prime suspect?' questioned Booth.

'Yes. Our victims sister told us how her Foster Dad had argued with our victim, although he was arguing about if she should keep the baby or not,' replied Brennan, leaning forward slightly to check on Summer.

'Did he want her to keep the baby or not?' said Sweets, scribbling down on his pad.

'He wanted her to keep it, although she had doubts. We found forensic evidence which tied him in the murder. The gun, which killed our victim, belonged to him and the missing bullets were in the trunk of their car,' smiled Brennan, looking proud of herself.

Sweets lifted up his head, cocking it to the side slightly, as an expression of confusion passed across his young face. Booth was first to notice this and leant back in his chair, raising an eyebrow.

'What are you thinking?' asked Booth.

'I have read the file on the case so far. The victim was shot in the head and stomach and dumped in a dustbin, correct?' said Sweets, directing his question at Brennan.

Brennan nodded.

'The foster dad didn't kill her,' said Sweets, grinning smugly.

'Huh?'

'Do you have evidence supporting your claim?' asked Brennan, raising her eyebrow.

'Whoever killed your victim was disgusted by her, they compared her to trash –'

'Because they dumped her in a bin?'

'Correct. Whoever killed her was disgusted by her pregnancy as she had a gun shot wound to the stomach. The killer wanted the baby dead as much as the victim, they couldn't bare the fact that she was pregnant,' replied Sweets, nodding his head.

'And the foster dad wanted her to keep the baby; he wasn't disgusted by her pregnancy,' concluded Booth, clapping his hands together.

Parker stood up and sat between Brennan and Booth. Booth bent down and picked up Summer, who now looked lonely sat on the floor by herself, and sat her on his knee. Parker began to tug at Booth's sleeve and question him when they were going home.

'Sweets, we are cutting this session short –'

'Like always,' mumbled Sweets.

'Summer needs putting down for a nap, Parker is bored, Bones needs to get back to her lab and I need a coffee,' said Booth, rising to his feet.

He positioned Summer on his hip and held onto Parkers hand as they exited the office. Suddenly Brennan's phone began to ring.

'Brennan,' she answered.

'Hey, Doctor B, think you can come back to the lab? I may have found an important piece of evidence that could blow this cause wide open,' chuckled Hodgins.

'We're on our way,' replied Brennan, hanging up.

'Need to go to the lab?' asked Booth, stopping in front of the elevator.

'Yes. You can lay Summer to sleep in her crib there, I'm sure Angela will take Parker for a trip around the museum and you can get yourself a coffee whilst you're there,' smiled Brennan, stepping inside the elevator.

I apologise for the lameness of this piece. And how boring it was. After this case is solved, I promise that we will get more Family fluff and see abit more of Summer and Angela's child. But for now, we have a murderer to catch!