A/N: Sorry for the delay, my other fic was keeping me busy but now that it is over, I can pay attention to this one! Hope you enjoy! Next chapter will be up later tonight or tomorrow morning!

Special Agent Seeley Booth was good at waiting. When he was a sniper he had to wait for hours, barely moving a muscle as he waited for his target to appear.

As an FBI agent, he was prone to waiting as well. There was a lot more paperwork and waiting around for results, then the tv shows ever portrayed.

And finally he waited nearly three years for Temperance Brennan. His partner, his friend and now so much more.

That's why he didn't mind waiting for three days for information about Russ. He knew he was in Washington, he could feel it in his gut. He chuckled softly as he thought about how different him and Bones were. She definitely didn't put much credence in his gut, although she had stopped commenting about it.

For at least the twentieth time that day he found himself thinking about her. He planned on taking it slow, making sure that she got space, but somehow they ended up in bed together the last three nights.

His phone rang, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Booth." He answered, hoping it was a lead.

"Seeley?" Rebecca said.

"Hey Rebecca. How's Parker? Getting ready for this weekend?" he replied. He had planned on taking Parker and Bones on a picnic at a place a few miles outside the city.

"Well listen, there has been a change of plans." Rebecca said.

"Wait, what?" he said, trying to keep himself from shouting. "It's my weekend Rebecca."

"I know, but Parker's been invited to a birthday party and I know he wants to go." Rebecca replied.

"More than spend time with me?" he blurted out. "When did you know about this birthday party? It's Thursday, I am assuming you knew before this."

"Well…yes but I wasn't sure that Parker wanted to go." Rebecca answered.

"Why are you doing this Rebecca? He's my son." He said angrily. "I should get to see him."

"You didn't see him last week like you were supposed to." Rebecca said.

"I was on a case. Parker knows that I don't mean it if I can't see him." He replied. "He knows what my job is like."

"He was upset." Rebecca replied. "Maybe he shouldn't.."

"Do not finish that sentence." He replied. "He's my son and I have every right to see him."

"Well this weekend isn't going to work." Rebecca said.

"When's the birthday party?" he asked.

"Saturday afternoon." Rebecca replied.

"Fine. Why don't I take him Friday night and then drop him off at the birthday party on Saturday afternoon. You can pick him up from there." He said, knowing that this was probably the best he was going to get.

He held his breath as he waited for her answer.

"Fine." Rebecca replied curtly. "You can pick him up from daycare."

He let out a breath. "Okay then." He said, trying to calm down.

"Right." Rebecca said. "Goodbye Seeley."

He heard the click of the phone and let out an exasperated sigh. He had thought that things between them were improving. He was wondering how she was going to react when she heard about him and Temperance. Looking at the phone, he pondered giving her a call. She was probably knee deep in some bones and didn't want to be disturbed. He admitted to himself that he really just wanted to hear her voice right now.

The phone rang, and he picked it up quickly, hoping that it was her.

"Booth." He answered.

"Agent Booth?" the voice said. "This is Agent Williams. We found your man. He's on a bar at the corner of Elm and Rogers."

"Thanks, I'm on it." He replied, hanging up the phone. They found Russ. He grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair, grabbed his keys and headed out of the Hoover building.

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He parked a few blocks away from the bar, which looked to be pretty seedy. He knew he had FBI written all over him, but he didn't care. Opening the door, he was greeted by a cloud of smoke. The bar was nearly empty, although he expected that being that it was 2 in the afternoon. There was a couple of guys playing pool in the corner and one lone guy sitting at the bar downing a beer. Russ.

He walked over and sat on the stool next to him.

"So." He said, causing Russ's head to snap up. "You want to tell me why you are here?"

"You want to tell me why you are sleeping with my sister?" Russ replied.

He had a look of shock on his face but quickly recovered. "You first." He said.

"Why don't you arrest me?" Russ asked.

"What can I get you?" a bartender said, coming up to them.

"Beer." He answered. "Same as him." The bartender passed a bottle up and moved away from them.

The two men sat in silence, both nursing their beers.

"Well?" Booth finally asked.

"Fine." Russ replied. "Dad left me a note, said I was to come here. Your turn."

"Umm.." he said, feeling uncomfortable. "What is between me and your sister is private. What did the note say?"

"I am not telling you." Russ exclaimed.

"Listen Russ, let me make this clear. I am going to find out what happened to your dad. I know the FBI is involved, you do not need to tell me that. Your father may have been a criminal but he was a good man and he does deserve justice. But in order for me to get that, I need the whole story from you, starting with this letter. As for arresting you, its going to happen but I would rather wait until this whole thing is over with."

"You are not going to arrest me?" Russ asked incredulously. "Why?"

"Because your sister has been through enough." He replied. "She deserves the truth and nothing less. And I'm going to make it happen."

Russ sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled letter. "Here." He said, handing it to Booth.

Booth took it from him and scanned the letter.

"I guess my father trusted you." Russ said.

"Yeah." He said softly.

"What's your plan?" Russ asked.

"You come with me, talk to your sister. We solve this damn thing." He answered.

"I don't think she wants to see me." Russ said.

"She'll probably kick your ass." He replied, relishing the thought.

"Yeah." Russ said sadly.

Booth finished the rest of his beer and put it on the table. "Let's go." He said.

Russ took another sip and placed his beer on the counter.

"Do you make her happy?" he asked.

"I'm trying to." Booth said honestly.

"Okay then." Russ replied.