Temperance lay back in her chair and closed her eyes. It didn't look like Emily would be coming to any time soon, but the doctors were confident that she would make a full recovery. Temperance kept one of Emily's hands in her own, and promptly fell asleep.
A Few Hours Later
Temperance awoke to the feeling of someone moving next to her. She opened her eyes slowly, and smiled at Booth, whose arms were wrapped around her.
"Morning sunshine," he said softly, kissing her lips lightly.
"Mmm…nice to see you too," she teased, returning the kiss.
Emily's hand began to twitch in Brennan's, and she and Booth turned their attention to the woman lying in the hospital bed, who was beginning to wake up.
Emily's eyes opened, and she blinked a few times before focusing on Booth and Brennan.
"Dr. Brennan, where am I?" She asked, her throat dry.
"You're in the hospital Emily. Don't worry, everything's going to be okay," Brennan assured her.
Emily nodded. "Thank you for being here," she said, squeezing Brennan's hand, before falling back asleep.
At that moment, Booth's cell phone began to vibrate on his hip. "I'll take it outside," he told her, before hurrying into the hallway to answer his phone.
About 5 minutes later, he came back into the room with a large grin on his face.
"What's up?" Brennan asked him.
"We got a match from the blood on the knife," Booth told her.
"And?" Brennan prompted.
"Craig Sullivan, the neighbor's ex-husband," he replied.
"Do we know where he is now?" Brennan asked.
Booth shook his head. "Elliot's doing some tracking right now on Sullivan's cell phone. I'm going to go meet him down at the station, and hopefully we can go pick Sullivan up. In the mean time, I want you to go meet Olivia down in the cafeteria and get some food," he told her, taking her hands and helping her stand up.
Brennan nodded. "Alright. But you'll call me if anything happens? You promise?" She asked as she got into the elevator.
"Promise," Booth replied with a kiss, before running off.
Brennan smiled slightly, and got off the elevator on the ground floor. She walked into the cafeteria, picked up a bagel and some hot tea, and looked for Olivia.
She found her in a corner near the large windows, and sat down next to her. "Hey," Brennan said softly.
Olivia looked up and smiled. "Hey! So did you hear about the match?" She asked.
Brennan nodded. "I was with Booth when he got the call. Sounds like you guys have a good lead in both of our cases," she replied.
Olivia nodded. "We should be able to track him using his cell phone signal, and we'll bring him in to book him on the attempted rape charge. Booth can question him about any involvement in your case."
"I hope we can find them…" Brennan said wistfully.
"How is Emily?" Olivia asked.
"She just woke up a few minutes ago, but not for very long. She spoke a little bit, and then fell back asleep. That's a good sign; no brain damage. She'll make a full recovery," Brennan told her, before being interrupted by her cell phone.
She made an apologetic face towards Olivia before answering it.
"Hello?" She said.
"Bren, sweetie, I just talked to Booth about your case. Hodgins is using Sullivan's address in Florida to try and dig out some information. Don't ask me how, but all I know is that he and Zack have been holed up in the lab since I talked to Booth," Angela told her.
"Hey Ange, how are you?" Brennan teased.
"Oh, sorry honey, I just got a little caught up. I'm fine, how are you?" She replied.
"We're good. Emily just woke up for a bit, but fell back asleep. She should make a full recovery, I'm sure of it. Ange do you think you could use those pictures we've got of the girls and do some fancy artwork to see what they would look like now?" Brennan asked.
"Oh, that's a great idea Bren. I'll get right on it. I love you sweetie, and I'll talk to you and your hunky FBI lover later," Angela told her.
"I love you too Ange," Brennan replied before hanging up.
Olivia raised an eyebrow as she sipped her coffee, but said nothing.
Brennan laughed. "Angela Montenegro. My best friend and artist extraordinaire. She work with me at the lab back home; does facial reconstructions on the skulls. Booth called her with the information we've received, and two of our other colleagues are apparently going with the lead. Dr. Jack Hodgins works with bugs and dirt, and Dr. Zack Addy was my doctoral student. She's not sure exactly what they are doing, but says they've been working non-stop on the case. I asked Angela to use the pictures of the Clark girls that we have on file, and to try and age them, so we know what they would look like now. While Mr. Clark should look about the same, the bone structure in children changes so much at about this age, and two years could make quite a difference in their appearance," she explained.
Olivia laughed as well. "I see. Tempe, you do live a strange life…at least a very different one from us cops!" She teased.
Brennan shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. Booth teases me about it all the time. It would seem that I'm not quite up to speed on a lot of today's pop culture. And I tend to make a fool of my self in those types of situations. I'm not exactly what you would call street smart," she replied as she finished her bagel.
"Oh, well, you're not missing much, I promise. Why don't we go back up to Emily's room? We can talk more there," Olivia suggested.
Brennan smiled. "Sounds like a plan. I don't want her waking up alone," she added.
Meanwhile…
The TARU (Technical Assistance Response Unit) had managed to put a trace on Craig Sullivan's phone, and had tracked it to a run down motel on Staten Island. Elliot, Booth, a SWAT team, and a dozen or so other cops had surrounded the motel room and were getting ready to break down the door. They held up their guns as Elliot knocked on the door.
"NYPD, open the door!" Elliot shouted.
They heard some scrambling around inside, and the SWAT team used the battering ram to break down the door, before they all scrambled inside, guns held up. Craig Sullivan was attempting to climb out of the bathroom window, and some other officers ran to catch him. Elliot and Booth continued to clear the rest of the room. Booth opened the closet door, and was shocked at what he found.
"Elliot, I found the girls," he called, before he knelt down on the floor, and peered inside the closet. Looking back at him were two little girls.
"Hi there, my name is Agent Booth. I'm with the FBI. Everything is going to be okay. Are you Elizabeth and Bayley?" He asked them softly.
The girls were obviously scared, as they grasped each other's hands, but they managed to nod anyway.
Booth smiled at them. "Good, I'm very glad to see you. Your mommy's been very worried about you. In fact, I just talked to her. Would you like to come with me? We're going to take you to the hospital to make sure you are okay, and you can see your mommy there, would you like that?" He asked.
Again, the girls nodded. The older one, Bayley, stood up, pulling Elizabeth with her. Bayley was now around 7 and Elizabeth around 4. Elizabeth held out her arms to Booth, who picked her up and wrapped his arms around her tightly. She was sucking her thumb, and lay her cheek down on Booth's shoulder. Bayley took Booth's hand, and they walked out of the motel room together.
Elliot led them back to a squad car, and silently they drove to the hospital. Booth intended on taking them to the ER first to have them checked out, but the girls refused, asking instead for their mother. Elliot dropped them off at the hospital, then went back to the precinct, where he would question Sullivan and try to find the girls' father.
Booth told the girls that their mother had hurt her head, but would be fine. They nodded as they looked up at him with big blue and brown eyes. He smiled as he knocked softly on the door of Emily's hospital room.
"Come in," Olivia called.
Booth let go of Bayley's hand for just a moment to open the door, before he took her small hand in his again.
"I brought a few visitors," he said softly as they all walked into the room.
Emily was awake, albeit a little drowsy, and everyone in the room was moved to tears when they saw him enter with the two little girls.
"Mommy!" They both screamed at once, as Booth let go of them so they could scramble up onto their mother's bed.
Emily began to cry, and wrapped her arms tightly around both of her daughters.
"Oh Bayley, Elizabeth! I missed you so much," she told them, kissing them over and over again.
The other three adults stepped out of the room for a moment to give them some privacy.
"What happened?" Olivia asked in dismay.
Booth smiled. "Your TARU tracked Sullivan's cell phone to a motel room, and we busted in. Sullivan was trying to escape through a window in the bathroom, but we hauled him into a squad car. I found the girls in the closet. Unfortunately, Mr. Clark wasn't in the room. Elliot's back at your precinct right now interviewing Sullivan. Hopefully he'll give us something. Physically the girls look okay, but as soon as possible I'd like to have them checked out by a doctor," he told them.
Olivia nodded. "That sounds like a good idea. If you two don't mind, I think I'll head back and see if I can't help Elliot on the interrogation," she said, as they exchanged goodbyes.
Brennan smiled and threw her arms around Booth's neck. "I knew you'd find them," she said softly.
Booth returned the hug, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close to him.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear, before kissing her softly on the lips.
Brennan smiled, deepening the kiss. "I know. I love you too," she said honestly.