Sewage and Baby Pictures

She arrived early the next morning and cheerfully greeted each member of the team as they entered.

"Good weekend, sweetie?" Angela asked.

"It was okay." She looked up from her latest set of bones. "I think I fell in love with football." She smiled. Angela nodded.

"That it?"

"What?"

"That's all you're in love with?"

"Well, I really liked his family. They were sweet."

"And him?"

"Um – yeah, I guess so."

"Sweetie, you don't guess that you love someone."

"Tempe!" a juvenile voice screamed. She turned just in time to catch the little boy who flung himself at her. His father hurried behind, swiping his card to stop the alarm.

"What did I say about screaming and running?" he asked Parker, lowering his face to his son's level.

"Um, they're bad?"

"Yeah. And what happens if you're bad?"

"I have to go to the stinky school?'

"Right." The agent stood.

"School's cancelled!" Parker said to Brennan with no visible loss of enthusiasm, then turned to the table. "Are these real bones?"

"Yes, and they're very delicate." She said, moving him back a few inches from the table. "School's cancelled?" she asked Booth. Angela watched with a growing grin.

"Not really. The sewage is backed up but they're still having classes in the upper floors. I told Rebecca there was no way I was letting Parker go to a school filled with sewage, so she said I could figure out what to do with him."

"Daddy says if you say I can then I can stay with you and look at bones and bugs and robots and stuff!" Parker turned back to the anthropologist. "Please?" his eyes grew wide.

"Well, Parker, I was away all weekend and I have lots of work to do and," his lower lip quivered and his eyes started to shine. "And – and you would be welcome to stay with me." she caved.

"Just until I can find a babysitter."

"Yeah, like that'll happen." Angela said. The three looked at her with surprise, having forgotten she was there. "So how was your weekend, Parker?"

"It was awesome! We," Booth covered his son's mouth with a hand.

"Maybe you can go see Zach, Parker, while Tempe and I talk about grown up things."

"So how was the weekend with the FBI agent Andy?" Angela asked. "Or was it a publisher named Bart?"

"What?"

"Tempe is two-timing your friend Andy, the 'stand-up' FBI agent with Bart the publisher."

"Angela, it's not what you think. She took the phone from me because I was driving and then my mother invited her, and she's one of those scary mothers you can't say no to like in movies and TV shows and things,"

"Right. Uh-huh. Okay then, Bart."

"Way to sell out." Tempe threw at him.

"Bart?" he shot back.

"Andy?"

"Your publisher?"

"Hey! I still have the baby pictures!" she brandished the cell phone.

"This is too easy." Angela said to herself.

"Hello, people?" Cam entered with Zach and Parker in tow. "Am I missing something? Have we opened a day care centre?"

"Parker's school got flooded with sewage." Tempe explained.

"And she didn't even know what Mario was. Or football!" Parker continued obliviously to Zach, who looked cowed.

"Sorry, Camille. I was just dropping by and I was about to take Parker to a babysitter's."

"Where are you going to take him?" Tempe asked him with hands on hips.

"Yeah, Bart." Angela seconded with a giggle.

"Do you want to see the baby pictures or not?' Tempe asked her. The artist mimed zipping her lips.

"Baby pictures?" Cam asked. "As in, baby pictures of Seeley?" Booth glared at Tempe. "Zach, go back to whatever you were doing." She said, waving a latex glove dismissively. "Miss Montenegro, Dr. Brennan, I think we should have lunch together."

"Agreed!" said Angela with a grin.

"Okay." Tempe said, with an apologetic shrug to Booth, who threw up his hands in defeat and disgust as Cam walked away.

"Whipped." Hodgins coughed, walking by. Angela cleared her throat. "Which is in no way a bad thing!" he continued. "Coming?" he asked Angela. She did, leaving Booth and Brennan alone.

"I have to get to work." He said. "I'll be back to pick up Parker."

"Okay. I'll get something delivered if you have to work late. Or I could take him home."

"Whatever. But I'll try and wrap it up early."

"Maybe you could join us?"

"Sounds good." He nodded. "I'll call later."

"Okay."

"Bye."

"See ya later."