The day after they had seen the funeral on the news, Angela's words were still going through her head. She couldn't see too stop thinking about what her best friend had said. But today she had a distraction. The moving vans were coming. They already had the essentials but they still needed the vans to come to put on a show for the neighbours. She helped Booth and the two "moving men" (two agents she recognised) bring in all the boxes. Most of which were half empty. Brennan walked back out to the van and as she did she noticed a small group of women across the street. They all had coffee mugs in their hands and were talking. She just turned back to the van and unloaded the rest of the stuff.

An hour later herself and Booth were putting a few pictures up in the kitchen. Brennan was giving out about her name again.

"Boreanaz! I mean where is it even from? Italy? I don't know I mean can you even say it?" Booth hammered a nail into the wall were Brennan had drawn a pencil mark.

"Bones if it bother's you so much just don't use it!" he said again. He was beginning to get sick of the problem she had with her new name.

"What and just be Emily?"

"No I mean don't use that name."

"And be Emily Brennan?" She asked taking the hammer from him so he could climb down off the stool.

"No Bones, the whole point of coming out here was to lose those names." he stood back and looked at the pictures. "I thought we were putting the rose ones up here because they went with the curtins? God that sounded weird."

"Booth what does it matter. It's all fake anyway."

"Bones we're going to be living here for a while we might as well make the place look nice!"

"Fine" she reached behind her and handed him the picture he was talking about. "Here he got back up on the stool and changed it.

"Then what do you mean about my name?" she asked

"You know Bones for a genius you can be really clueless sometimes." He sighed.

"What?"

"Bones take my name. Emily Deschanel had a nice ring to it don't you think?" she just looked at him. He got down on one knee smiling and continued. "Bones, witness protection marry me!" she rolled her eyes and pulled him up.

"Booth you know how I feel about marriage. It's an old outdated ritual that leads to…"

"Bones! I'm not asking you to marry me for real just until we get out of here and besides we won't really be married, you'll just take my fake name so you don't have to give out about yours anymore!"

"No Booth I don't think so…" but she didn't get to finish because the doorbell rang. He threw her a grin and walked out towards the door. She heard him open it and then as she heard the greetings she followed him out.

"I'm John Sanders. And this is my wife Mary." Brennan could see the couple at the door. Booth replied.

"Hi I'm David and this is my wife Emily." He wrapped his arm around Emily pulling her towards the door. Looks like he made the choice for me! She put on a smile.

"Hi there." They shook each of their hands.

"Great to meet you!" Mary said.

"We saw the moving vans earlier and said we'd call over and welcome you to the neighbourhood." John said.

"Well thank you!" Booth said. "You want to come in?" he stood back.

"If you don't mind." Mary said. They walked in and Booth led them to the kitchen. They all sat around the table.

"Tea or coffee?" Brennan asked putting on the kettle.

"Tea for us please." John said.

"Coffee please Emz." Booth smiled. Brennan smiled and made the drinks.

"So where are ye from?" John asked as Brennan sat down, she looked at Booth and he took that as a signal to answer.

"Well I'm from Washington and Emily here is from New York."

"That's nice." Emily smiled.

"Yes but we decided to settle out here when we got married." He continued.

"How long are you married?" Mary asked.

"Tomorrow makes a month right?" she looked at him and he smiled at her.

"Yeah that's right." He replied.

"Right. Well Mary and I are here sixteen years now." John smiled. Brennan couldn't believe it, Mary seemed only a few years older then her.

"Have you children?" Booth asked.

"Yes two. Matthew is sixteen in a week and Ann Marie is fifteen." Mary said.

They talked for the next hour until John stood up.

"I'm sorry but we have to go! Matthew has a tennis match." Booth stood up.

"No problem. Thank you for coming over." He said leading them back to the door.

"Oh we're having a lawn party on Saturday around one. I'd love for you both to com so that we can introduce you properly to the neighbours."

"Great cant wait!" Brennan said smiling. They shook each others hand and then Mary and John were gone.

"Well they were…" Booth started.

"The perfect example of the typical stereotype of a suburban couple." Brennan suggested.

"I was going to say white. But your answer is good too." He shrugged. "So Lawn party."

"Yeah."

"You sound so enthusiastic." He said.

"Booth, if everyone in this neighbourhood is like that I will certainly go mad!"

"They seemed nice enough."

"Mary couldn't stop talking about her children for the last hour! She cant be any more then six or seven years older then me and she has a sixteen year old son! That means she had him when she was about twenty-two! Which means that she had no real life of her own once she left school!"

"Bones not everyone wants the same things you did. Some want to have their families early." He said.

"I just don't get it! Now-a-days women don't need to marry young to survive in socity"

"Emily!" he raised his voice slightly. "We just got married remember! Maybe you shouldn't be as opposed to the idea!"

"Right sorry." She smiled. "So will we start unpacking the living room?"

"Sure sweet heart!" he snaked an arm around her waist. "

"Booth what are you doing?"

"Just getting into character Bones!" she shrugged him off.

"Save it for when there's people around!" they both laughed..